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"All right, gentlemen, it's that time of year again," Mark addressed the crowd. The room got louder as the brothers got excited. This was what they looked forward to all year. "Quiet down, men, or we'll never get started." That seemed to quiet them all down. "For the new guys, this is how we do it. Y'all'll jerk off inta a cup here..." he gestured toward the plastic cups on the table in front of him, "and it'll get evaluated by the machine, here," he patted an innocuous looking device sitting on the table. Wow, is it time again already? Cory thought to himself. This was what he worked all year for, every year since even before he knew why - lifting weights, running, studying hard, developing both his body and his brain. It was all for this, but it still seemed like every year he forgot it was coming up. His senior year of high school most everybody thought for sure he'd get picked. Most guys never would; they just didn't have what it took, but Cory was special and everybody knew it. "All right, gentlemen. Grab a cup and strip down, you know how it works." Within a few minutes, most of the brothers were naked and masturbating furiously. Luke just got up and stood in the corner, rubbing his crotch through his jeans, the ring in his septum swinging. Cory noticed him in the corner. Man, if anybody ought to be ringed, it's him, Cory observed. Luke was smart, hot, built...a prime specimen, all things considered. A few of the other brothers had been ringed as well, and stood around the edges of the room watching the scene. Cory noted each of them in turn, checking out their bodies, faces...wondering what it was that made the machine pick them and not him. "Something to get nervous about, Cory," he said to himself. "Stop thinking and get to jerking off." Enough rubbernecking, he thought to himself, and got down to the business of masturbating in the cup. All around him the guys were going at it like wildmen, some staring at their crotches, some looking around at the other guys. Cory enjoyed looking at them...pretty much every dude in the frat was fuckable, and he'd had a few of them this last two or three months. The giant self-orgy going on was just as hot a scene as it had been in high school, and it didn't take Cory long to spurt. In the meantime several of the guys had finished before him and gone up for their evaluation, some confidently swaggering up to the machine, almost daring it to fail them, some timidly approaching, like they were afraid of what it would say. Mark was still jerking off a few feet away, so some of the dudes that were already ringed manned the machine. It was pretty simple. They took a little plastic straw, dipped it in the semen, and then dipped the straw into a hole on top of the machine. The operator would push a button, and a few seconds later either a red or green light would blink on on the top of the device. Cory had only ever gotten red lights so far...he hoped, as he always did, that today it would be green. By the time Cory got in line with his sample, two guys had already gotten the green light, and were standing in the corner, looking both excited and nervous. Tom was just staring at his groin, trying to get a last look or something; and Wes just stood there with his arms crossed, looking kind of pissed off. What did he have to be angry about? Cory wondered. He got a green light! Mark came with a groan and cut to the front of the line so he could get done and work the machine. He dipped his straw, pushed the button, and...red light. "What?!?" Mark cried. "No way." He tapped the light with his finger, but it stayed on. "Oh, man! I thought for sure this year..." With an uggh of disappointment, he resumed his place behind the table, relieving the guy who'd been working it, clearly pissed. Green light, green light, green light. Three guys who got to keep their shit. Cory stepped up to the machine and handed a perturbed Mark his sample. He held his breath as Mark dipped the straw into the machine and pushed the button. Green light. "Woo-hoo!" Cory let out, unable to control himself. "Way to go, Cory," Mark congratulated him. Cory, excited, went to stand in the corner with the rest of the failures. His dick had been hard the entire time, but now it was deflating, almost retreating up into his body - like it knew what was going to happen to it. "Sorry, buddy," he said to his penis. "We had a good run." Luke came over to talk to him. "Congratulations, man. I figured you'd get picked." Cory smiled. "Yeah, finally. I've been working my ass off for this." Luke smiled and smacked him on the back. "You haven't yet," he said conspiratorially. He pressed himself up into Cory's body, and guided the younger man's hand down his pants. Cory could feel it down there...a stump where Luke's cock had been, now firm, hard like his cock used to be. "Rub the end," Luke whispered, and Cory did, slowly. His cock grew hard again, probably for the last time, as he watched Luke's face contort as the junior grimaced and started to breathe heavier, almost overwhelmed by the feeling of Cory's hand rubbing up against the thin layer of skin that had grown over his truncated cock-stump. "Okay, guys, time to do this," Mark announced with a sigh as the last guy evaluated red. They cleared off the table, and some of the ringed brothers brought out the cutter. It looked like a hacksaw, but without a blade. Cory was familiar with how it worked; there was a laser where the blade would be, and basically the laser cut the flesh away and cauterized everything at the same time. It could safely remove a man's cock, almost entirely bloodless, and nearly painless. Supposedly. When Cory saw the cutter his excitement dampened considerably. Shit...this is my dick that's about to get cut off, he thought, and started trying to jerk it again. One last one, right? None of the three rushed to join the queue. Mark could see no one was in particularly in a hurry, as all three were trying for another orgasm before they lost their cocks...especially Tom, who was furiously pumping his fist over his spent dick, trying to squeeze out one last orgasm before the end. "Eh, fuggit," Cory muttered in his native Brooklynese. "I'll go first." He let go of his dick and strode proudly over to the table, slamming his meat on the table. "Good man," the ringer working the machine, a guy named Sam, said, his respect for the city boy having gone up a few notches. He set the cutter next to Cory's cock, figuring out the best place to do it. "Pull your balls off the side of the table," he told Cory. Cory did as he was told, pushing himself into the table, his cock taut and erect on top of it, his balls pushed between his legs. Sam aimed the cutter again, about an inch away from Cory's crotch. "Ready?" he asked. "Just do it," Cory ordered him, and braced himself for his penectomy. Sam flicked the machine on, and quickly brought the cutter down. The laser cleanly separated Cory's cock from his body. Cory winced a little at the pain, but before he knew it Sam had tossed his cock, still hard, sealed the same way his wound was, to the side of the table. One of the ringed brothers took him off to the side, where Derek, one of the hotter ringers in the frat, shined a light up Cory's nose, figuring out the best place to put the needle. "Breathe in," he told him. It didn't hurt too bad. Derek pushed the needle through and gave Cory a chance to take a breath before pushing the ring in. When he let go, Cory stood, and got out of the way so a newly de-cocked Tom could be ringed. At the table, Wes was still trying to jerk it to no avail - his cock was hopelessly soft. "Come on, Wes," Mark ordered the freshman. "Just a minute, okay? Give me one last shot," Wes pleaded. "Come ON, Wes," Mark said it again. By now everybody was watching. "Just...just one more minute..." Wes begged. "No. Put it up, come on. Now," Mark told him. "Yeah," came the shouts from the crowd. "Stop being a pussy!" someone cried. "Take it like a man, asshole!" another shouted. "Just...just..." Wes begged. "Fuck it," Luke muttered. He and some of the other guys grabbed Wes and forcibly carried him to the table. "You want to be a bitch about it, you get cut like a bitch," he told Wes, who was by this point about to cry. Luke grabbed the cutter from Mark's hand. The other men held Wes steady while Luke pulled Wes' meat up on the table. With no announcement, no delay, Luke brought the cutter down through Wes's cock right at the base, taking it clean off, not even leaving a stump. "Fuckin' A, man," Luke bitterly spat at Wes. "At least try to be a man about it. For crissake!" That night, Cory was getting ready for bed, still feeling a little freaked out. He shared his room with Luke, who had stripped down and was laying on his bed naked, reading some textbook. "How you doin'?" he asked Cory. "Okay, I guess," he said, trying not to rub his nose. This ring was going to take some getting used to. "My nose hurts more than anything." "Yeah, it sucks for a few weeks," Luke consoled him. There was a uncomfortable pause for a moment. "You, uh...you wanna sleep in my bunk tonight?" he asked. "Yeah. Sure," Cory answered. He drifted to sleep, Luke's muscular arms wrapped around him, the junior's hard little stub pressed into his back, and Cory's own hard little stub aching into the night. |