Is It me? part 2

This tells of the horrific things that happened to me as a kid. If you do not want to read about rape, abuse and the turning of a boy then please leave. There were many happy times, but I remember, for some reason, mainly the bad ones.
Is it me?
Part 2 “Rude Betrayal”
That November, just after Bonfire Night, 2 things happened which led to even bigger changes in my young life. We had had home made toffee, a rare treat back in the early 60’s, and my “Uncle Erich” came into my life. “Uncle” Erich was not my real Uncle, though he was one of my God Parents, and had lived close to us once before, but my dads work had led us to move away. Erich had found a job in Aldershot with the Royal Army Dental corps, and we were not too far away.
The home made toffee was, as I remember it, tasty, sticky and absolute death to the teeth. I had sneaked some from my mums hiding place and taken it to school. Whilst chewing it at lunch break time (recess) I broke one of my teeth, and screamed… the pain was unbelievable. Back then, as I mentioned before, not everyone had a car or even a telephone, and mobiles (cell phones) were still science fiction. The school rang my mum, as dad had a phone because of his work. She then had to get on her bicycle and ride the 7 miles to my school. Before setting off she had called the dentist who, despite it being Wednesday, his afternoon off, agreed to see me, but he warned Mum that he would be alone, with no nurse as she was already gone. Mum picked me up and as I was in too much pain to ride my own bike she decided to fit me into the child seat that she still had on the back of her bike. I was a strapping 7 year old, the seat meant for up to 4 or 5 at best!
The ride was agony, every bump in the road brought on more screams of agony as it jarred my tooth even more. By the time we arrived at the dentist Mum was just about at her wits end with me, and I think she was glad that the dentist said that there was no point in hanging around, he was going to have to use Gas to knock me out and then remove the tooth and suture the gum, it was going to take a while. Mum set off back to be home when my brother returned from his school.
What happened next will be etched in my memory for all eternity. The dentist had me sit in his chair, and strapped my hands and legs in, he said it was to stop me hitting him while I was asleep. He then gave me an injection of a thick pink liquid and placed the rubber gas mask over my face. The mask stank, a mix of disinfectant, vomit and rubber. I think I tried to resist, but with the injection relaxing my muscles and the gas sending me off to cuckoo land I had no chance to even test the strength of the restraints. I can remember bright lights and pain, unbelievable pain, then I was slowly coming too, it must be a dream, the dentist is naked, making strange grunting noises, like he is an animal! My head is restrained now too, and my legs seem to be spread out and much higher. I tried to move, nothing, I tried to talk, just a gargling noise, then I heard the dentist say “Oh shit, the little cunt has woken up” There was a strange feeling as if I was taking a poop and then a cold empty feeling in my bum hole. The mask was roughly pushed hissing onto my face, and I passed out again.
When I awoke again, the pain in my bum was unbelievable, I could feel something running out of it. I was now strapped to a table rather than the chair and the still naked dentist was standing next to me rubbing both my and his willies. I had very mixed feelings, on one hand I was shocked, hurt embarrassed and frightened and on the other a new sensation, I was turned on by all of this, though I did not know how to quantify my feelings until much later in life. “Ah, awake now are we?” he asked a little kindly. I nodded, and found that even that hurt. He grabbed hold of my willie and balls roughly and hissed “you should not have woken up half way through, If you ever tell anyone what I was doing I will make sure that every dentist in the land knows about you, and they can do nasty things that will hurt for ever!”
His warning had the desired effect, in fact I never told anyone about it until well past my 50th birthday, I was so scared, right into adulthood.