Tim's Last Orgasm 3: Eric Shares His Plan

Last night, I stayed up late to beat the pud...
It did me good.... I knew it would.
Last night, I stayed up late to masturbate...
It was so nice, I did it twice.

You should see me, when I begin to use the short strokes,
I use the hand, it's simply grand!
You should see me, when I start out to use the long strokes,
I use the feet, ‘cause it's so neat!

Wham it, slam it, slap it on the floor,
Thrash it, bash it, throw it out the door
There may be some who go for buggery or some who think that fuckin's grand...
But for absolute enjoyment you should always use the hand.

(an old college drinking song)

"Tim, wait up!" Randy called as Tim left the school building and started home. "You didn't come to tryouts!"
"Naw, fuck it!" Tim answered with disgust. "Mason gave me a detention and wouldn't defer it. I knew there was no sense going this late, so I guess I don't play ball this season."
"So what're you gonna do?"
"Do? What the hell d'ya think I'm gonna do? I'll just stay home and have fantasies about playin' ball. I wasn't any good anyway."
"Man,. You're down, dude! C'mon, let's go to my tree house. I got somethin' up there that'll cheer ya up I bet."
"I didn't think you'd want to, after I screwed up again."
"C'mon! I wouldn't ask if I didn't want ya to!"

Tim cheered up a little. At least he would get some relief from his loins before he went home. Who knows, he thought, maybe Randy has finally figured out how much I want him. Maybe he wants me too...

The two boys chatted all the way to Randy's backyard. By the time they got there, Tim had forgotten the day's incidents, at least for the moment. He was still bitter that he wouldn't get to spend the season with Randy on the ball team, but he could attend the games and practices, and maybe find a place on the team if someone got injured, sick, lost interest or moved away. It happened sometimes. "Hey, you've fixed it up since I was here last," Tim observed as they ascended the rope ladder into the tree house.
"Yeah," Randy said. "I'm spending more and more time up here."
"I can see why! It's really nice up here!" Tim looked around as he climbed through the hole and closed the trap door. There were more cushions placed all over a new mattress on the floor. There were several blankets, ample evidence that someone, likely Randy and perhaps someone else, had spent the night. Tim felt his erection twitch as he thought of the possibilities. There was a small TV, a kerosene heater, and a clock radio. Randy had added a window complete with curtains and blinds, and had fashioned a chair out of more cushions. There were pictures on the wall, and definitely not the sort of pictures one would find on a living room wall. Tim's mind was racing with fantasies of spending the night here with Randy.

"Make yourself comfortable while I get us something to drink," Randy instructed. Tim was totally aghast when his friend lifted the skirt of a small table to reveal a small refrigerator. He opened it and pulled out two cans of beer.

"I don't drink that stuff," Tim said when he was offered one.
"Time you started," Randy said as he popped the top on both cans. "C'mon, relax! It's only beer."
"I tried it once, and I don't like it," Tim repeated.
"Ok, have it your way. All the more for me." Tim was anxious to get busy relieving his loins. It had just occurred to him that he'd been late this morning, so he hadn't jerked off all day. Maybe that's why the entire day was going so bad, he thought. He started fondling his raging erection through his pants, expecting Randy to sit down and do the same. But Randy was now rifling through the cooler that was still in the corner. "Ah, here it is!" he exclaimed as he got off his knees holding a small package. "I was afraid someone had been in here and found it."

"Drugs?" Tim said with surprise. "You're doin' drugs up here?"
"Will you relax!" Randy said with a grin as he prepared two joints. "It's only marijuana, and after the day you've had you could use a little something to take the edge off."
"I don't want any fuckin' drugs!" Tim said firmly. "I got enough problems without that, and I sure don't need to get strung out on drugs, or get caught and go to some youth detention center, or fry my brain. All I need right now is a little relief for this." He fondled himself, making it clear what he wanted. "I thought that's why we came up here."
"A few drags of this stuff and you won't be able to get off and you won't care," Randy said. "It's time to move on, Tim-o! That jerkin' off together is kid stuff! There's much better ways to feel fine, an' it lasts much longer! C'mon, give it a try and see if I ain't right."
"No way, man," Tim said as he got up. He was feeling something of a panic now. He had to get out of here before Randy lit that joint. In his mind he had visions of ten thousand cops standing at the base of the big tree, just waiting for the smell of burning dope to come wafting down from above. "I gotta go... have fun."

Tim wanted to cry as he walked home. He'd had so many hopes and fantasies about Randy, but now they were gone. He had no reason to suspect that Randy was gay, but he had been hoping anyway. In the mood he was in today, the least encouragement would have extracted a confession out of him and then, he had hoped, they would spend the rest of the afternoon engaged in passionate sex. Those hopes were dashed now - Tim had no intention of trying drugs of any sort, and he knew enough not to associate with kids who did. Good-bye, Randy, he whispered as he turned into his own driveway. It coulda been really great with you!

Tim was surprised to find his mother home by the time he walked into the house. His little brother Terry was there too, but that was no surprise. Tim looked at Terry, now almost 13, as he made himself a sandwich. He looked more closely, probably closer than he'd looked for a long time. Damn, he's startin' to grow, and he's startin' to look really good! he thought to himself. Then he shook his head violently to clear it. What the hell am I doing? he demanded of himself, he's my own brother, and he's only twelve years old! Still he looked Terry over carefully and really liked what he saw.

Tim and Terry hadn't had a lot to do with each other in the past three or four years. It wasn't that they didn't get along because they did, about as well as any two boys four years apart in age ever got along. But they just seemed to travel in different worlds. They were both kids in their own right, and startlingly similar in their interests and achievements; but the difference in their ages meant they had different friends, played in different leagues, even went to different schools. Now for the first time Tim began to wonder where his brother was in his sexual development. Had he discovered the joys of masturbation? Had he started to develop? Was he interested in guys? Girls? Both? Neither? Tim resolved then and there, as he watched the boy put at least twice as much peanut butter on a slice of bread as it would hold safely, to find out, to try to spend more time with his brother. Maybe even...

"Where have you been, Tim?" his mom said pleasantly. "I've been waiting for you for over two hours!"
"Sorry, Mom, I had a detention," Tim answered.
"You? A detention? Tim, are you in any trouble?" Terry grinned but didn't say anything. Tim found himself thinking how cute his brother looked with his peanut butter coated teeth showing through his grin, his tank top showing his developing muscles. His arms were no longer like thin sticks of wood, they were beginning to show some form. And those deltoids! Tim could tell he was looking at the beginnings of a killer triangular body.
"No, Mom, I just had a bad day. I was daydreaming when I should've been listening, and Miss Mason got ticked off at me."
"Daydreaming?" his mom said quizzically. "Is something bothering you, honey? Can I help?"
"No, it's ok, Mom. Just a few things I gotta work out. I just gotta learn to put personal things on hold at school, that's all."

"Tim," his mom said, her face beaming, "have you got a girl friend?"
"No, Mom! It's nothing like that!" Tell her! A voice inside Tim screamed at him. Tell her you're gay! She's in a good mood right now, and she wants to help you! Tell her, you idiot! But Tim didn't. He didn't fight with his parents a lot, but he didn't have exchanges like this one much either, and he didn't want to blow it. So he busied himself getting a snack while his mother worked on preparing dinner.

"I got a call from the school today, in fact two calls, which is why I came home early," his mother was saying. Tim froze. What the hell did I do now? he thought.
"Two calls?" he said weakly.
"Man, you are having a bad day!" his mother laughed when she saw the expression on his face. She stepped up behind him and put her arms around his waist the way she'd always done, and he loved it! "It's nothing bad, Tim, in fact it's incredible! You are going to get an award this year. Did you know your marks are third in the entire eleventh grade?"
"No ma'am, I didn't," Tim said indifferently. Somehow right now he didn't give a sweet fiddler's diddle if he was first! Or last for that matter.
"Well, you are, son, and I'm proud of you! But the second call was from the school nurse. She wants you to have your eyes examined. She said three of your teachers think you're having trouble seeing the board, and you failed the little eye test she gave you. She said if you're having as much trouble seeing as she thinks you are, you could very well nail first place if you got your vision corrected."

"Glasses?" Tim said helplessly. "She thinks I need glasses?"
"She didn't say that, but I think that's her suspicion. I've set up an appointment for next Tuesday morning. I've taken the day off work to drive you, so you'd better tell all your teachers you won't be at school that day."

If you don't stop it you'll go blind was all Tim could think of. Oh well, the damage was done now so he went upstairs to his room and locked the door. He needed relief BAD now! He didn't even wait to get undressed, but just lay on his bed and pushed his pants and underpants to his ankles. Within a very few minutes he was spewing his seed and feeling much better.

Tim's homework was done, he having been allowed to take care of it during his detention. Miss Mason had lectured him, telling him what a good student he was and how much more she expected of him than some of the others. Tim didn't like having more expected of him, but he did enjoy the perks he often received from minor misdemeanors because his teachers all knew he was basically a good kid and an excellent student. Those perks did not include three detentions in one day, however, and Miss Mason had made that point very clear. In truth Tim felt better about being off the baseball team, now that he knew that Randy was getting into drugs. Tim had enough problems without adding another; so after he had made an attempt to catch up on his neglected boyhood by beating off twice, he fired up the computer.

Hi Tim! I was beginning to wonder if you were going to be online tonight.
Sorry, I had to stay late at school
No prob. So tell me about your penectomy fantasy
It isn't a fantasy. It is going to be reality for me as soon as I can get someone to do it
but why if I may ask?
because my dick is always getting me in trouble. I love it so much it is starting to interfere with the rest of my life. I would be better without it.
A lot of guys that have that problem just get castrated. It is a lot easier you know, and it very effectively reduces your sex drive. Have you ever considered that?
I have considered it but I don't want that. My nuts have never done anything to me and I think I am gonna need them.
But you can't cum if you don't have a dick. You would be horribly frustrated, wanting to cum and not being able to.
I know, I would just consider it penance for past sins. It would serve me right for not being able to control my desire. But I am still growing and my voice isn't as deep as I would like, and I still have no body hair. I do not think I should give up my hormones.
How big is it now? Your dick I mean?
A little over five inches hard. It isn't the biggest dick in the world but it is still growing, if I could leave it alone long enough to let it grow.
how many times a day do you beat off?
4 or 5 some days. Today I only did it twice so far but I already have my homework done so there will be at least two more before I finally go to sleep.

Eric's erection was painfully raging now, as he envisioned the young teen lying naked on his bed, his young hairless body tensing as he stroked his beautiful five inch cock. He had to somehow find a way to get his hand where Tim's was in his vision. He had to!

Tim, do you mind if I ask you a personal question or two?
Not at all, long as you don't mind if I don't answer. But what do you want to know?
I was just wondering, are you gay?

There was a long pause. Tim had never before admitted to anyone else what he knew to be the truth. But this was a chat room on the Internet, right? This was safe, neutral ground, and he had got a great deal of comfort here in the chat rooms, reading various stories. So after a long pause, he replied.

Yes
But nobody knows, right?
That's right. And no one is gonna find out either. My parents would absolutely freak if they knew.
Don't you think they would understand, or at least try to?
No way, man! My mom caught me beating off with a friend one time and she went ballistic over that. She was so freaked she didn't even tell my dad for fear he would be the crap outa me. They are so old fashioned about sex you would not believe it.
Does your dad beat you a lot?

Eric's heart was starting to beat faster. He knew that if this kid was used to beatings, there would be at least a part of him that was receptive to such things. Eric had been beaten repeatedly when he was growing up, and before it stopped when he was 18, he had come to a point where he enjoyed those beatings. Once he had even ejaculated in his pants as his dad paddled his rear.

No, he never beats me. That was just an expression. But my dad and mom would just not understand if I tried to tell them I was gay. They would think it was something I decided, or chose or something. Or they would think I was sick in the head and have me committed to some sort of shrink hospital. They just don't understand.
I think I understand, Tim. My parents were about the same. Fortunately I don't have to worry about them any more. So are you going to tell them before you have the surgery?
Are you crazy? They would have me locked up in a padded cell.
So how are you going to have it done? You are too bright to think that you can just walk into a hospital and announce that you want your cock cut off.
I know. That's why I'm here. And last time we chatted you said you might be able to help me. Man, I'm desperate! I will do anything!
Anything is a very big word, Tim. I am pretty sure I can help you, but you have already told me you are not into S&M, torture, slavery, all that sort of thing.
Why don't you try me? I am at least willing to listen. I realize it is not going to be easy to get it done so I might have to do some things I would not normally do.

Eric did try him. He described in detail the torture chamber he had built in his basement. He assured Tim that he never submitted anyone to anything they were not prepared for, but he made it clear he really got off on giving and receiving pain and humiliation. He explained that he envisioned a scene where he would first be tortured by Tim, then when the tables were turned he would subject Tim to the same sorts of things, within limits set by Tim himself. His ultimate "revenge" would be the complete and total removal of Tim's prized penis, preceded by one last earth shattering orgasm, brought on very slowly. Eric was very hard as he typed one-handed, and before he was through he had made something of a mess in his underwear. Tim, on the other hand, was totally turned off and remained flaccid as he read Eric's excited account of how he envisioned Tim's emasculation.

Tim realized as he watched Eric's typed words appear on his screen that he didn't trust this man. He somehow got the impression, not from what Eric typed but rather from what he DIDN'T type, that if he were to submit to the man he would more than likely lose everything between his legs, and maybe even bleed to death in the process. Eric told him that he had already performed one castration and witnessed two others, and Tim decided that he could not under any circumstances allow himself to be rendered helpless and restrained by Eric. Even so, he was hopeful that he could glean some information from the man that might be helpful, so he decided to play along for the time being.

The way I picture it, Tim, your final chance to back out would be just before I start to get you off for the last time. Once I start, and I would deliberately make it take as long as possible, there would be no turning back. After that orgasm you would be committed to losing your dick. Period.
I don't know, Eric. I am not really into that torture stuff. And besides I have studied anatomy pretty thoroughly and it is not an easy thing to do. I could bleed to death if you don't know what you are doing.
I understand that, Tim. As for your not liking S&M, perhaps you should try it one time before you make a judgment. And I assure you that before I cut off your penis or anyone else's for that matter, I will make sure I know what I am doing. There are ways to find out that sort of thing you know. Besides, what choice do you have? A surgery like that, assuming you can find a doctor to do it, would cost a fortune.
I know that, Eric, but I have money. I have been saving for a long time for this. I have a bank account my parents know nothing about, and I think I have enough money to get it done, if I can only find someone to do it.
You really are serious, aren't you?
I have never been more serious about anything in my whole life! It is going to happen one way or the other. I have even thought of calling 911 and reporting a boy bleeding to death, then taking an axe and chopping it off before they get here. Only problem with that is my parents would know, and I don't want them ever to know.
Don't do that, Tim! If the ambulance was delayed getting to you, you could die! You could very well faint from the shock and pain, and then you wouldn't even be able to stop the bleeding if the ambulance didn't show up.
I know all that, and that's why I haven't done it before now. I'm not stupid and I do respect my body. That's why I don't think I could ever let someone strap me down and torture me. I got too much respect for my body to do that. I just want my penis gone, is that so hard to understand?
No, Tim, it's not. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you. But Tim, I work in a hospital. I am not a doctor or anything, but I have connections. You have struck a chord in me somewhere and I would really like to help you. Let me see what I can find out, ok?
If you can, I will do anything, Eric. Anything but let you beat me that is. I think I could show you a good time without that.
How much experience have you had, Tim? I mean, have you been with men, other kids your age, anything like that?
None. Well once when I was younger but the other kid was even younger than I was and I don't really count it as sex. But I can read, Eric. I think I have read enough to know the score. I think I will know what to do if I ever get the chance.
You'll get the chance, Tim. From what you have told me you are a pretty good looking guy. I'm surprised guys aren't all over you.
All the guys I know are straight.
Don't be too sure about that, Tim. I'm willing to bet that you have at least 2 or 3 friends who are gay, but they are just as afraid of being found out as you are. But give it time, my friend. And I suggest you keep that thing between your legs until you use it a few times. You might very well change your mind.
I have already decided, Eric. This time next year I am not going to have a penis any more. So if anyone wants it while it is still attached to me, they have one year. I will be a senior next year, and that is going to be my graduation present to myself. I will not have a hardon poking at the inside of my gown.
I have to go now, Tim. Please give me a chance to see what I can come up with, ok? Promise?
Ok Eric. I promise. Bye

Tim logged off IRC, but he didn't log off the Internet. He opened his browser and brought up the Eunuch Archive. This site had been a great help to him, giving him lots of information about eunuchs and nullo's, and further feeding his already rampant fantasies with lots of stories about such things. He knew they were mostly fantasy, but still there was a lot of valuable information imbedded in the fantasy. As he opened the newest chapter of a story he'd been following, he was instantly hard again as he read about a man relieving a sleeping boy of his genitals - ALL of them! Before he'd finished reading, Tim had a considerable mess to clean up.

Tim didn't eat any dinner that night. His mother called him, but he called back that he wasn't really feeling that well and he wasn't hungry. He should have known that he'd said the wrong thing, that his privacy was now ended for the evening. Sure enough, before long his mother knocked lightly on the door. Tim, long ago having got in the habit of locking the door as soon as he closed it, opened it for her. "I wish you wouldn't lock that door," she complained. "But lie down, son. I've got a bowl of chicken soup for you, but first I'm going to take your temperature.

"I'm fine, Mom," he protested. "You know I've had a rough day! I just don't feel very good, but I'm not sick. I'm just feeling kinda..."
"Shitty?" she shocked him by offering. Tim had never heard his mother use any of his favorite words.
"Well, yeah!" he answered with a slight nervous grin. "I guess that describes it pretty good."
"Well lie down on the bed and humor me," she insisted. "I'm going to take your temperature, so if you give me any trouble I'll be doing it the way I did when you were a baby. So which of your body orifices is it gonna be?"
"I'll put it in my mouth," he said with a sigh. When his mom got like this, the doting, spoiling mother, he knew there was no discouraging her; if the truth be known, Tim didn't even want to discourage her! He loved it! She fussed over him, undressed him, ignoring his penis which was again raging and demanding attention. She fluffed his pillow, kissed his forehead and told him what a precious son he was and how sorry she was that he'd had a hard day. She hovered over him, watching until he had consumed every last drop of the soup she had prepared for him, then kissed him again and turned out the light, promising that she would be checking on him, that things would be better tomorrow, and that he had better not lock the door.

Tim did enjoy being pampered like this! It had been a long time, but it served to remind him that his parents did indeed love him and care for him. Even his dad, who was the epitome of hard, strict male machoism, came in to check on him after he'd had his dinner. Tim assured him that he was fine, just a little bummed out over the day. What he didn't share with his parents was what he had related to Eric: that he had made his decision, was embarking on his plan. Next year at this time, or before if he could possibly swing it, he would be nullified! That was to be his graduation present to himself.

"What's goin' on, Tim?" a young boy's voice whispered as Tim was getting ready to relieve himself again. He had started this time by just idly playing with himself, savoring the sensations of manipulating himself, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have nothing where now stood a very erect and proud penis.
"Nothin's goin' on, Terry," Tim said as he made sure his hardon was concealed. "Like I told Mom, I just feel kinda crappy."
"Did ya make the team? You had baseball tryouts today, right?"
"I didn't go. By the time I got outta detention the tryouts were pretty well over, so I didn't bother with it."
"Man, that sucks, Tim! Didn't they know you had tryouts today?"
"Yeah, she knew. She just wanted to make a point or something I guess."

Terry sat on the edge of Tim's bed, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs. Tim could see him in the dim light coming in the window, but only just. Suddenly he wanted the light on about as desperately as he had ever wanted anything in his life! Maybe if the light were on he would learn the answers to some of the questions he'd had about his brother's body; but it was too late now. The light was out and he could think of no excuse to turn it on. "Thanks for asking," he said when Terry made no effort to say any more. "Things goin' ok with you?"
"Yeah, I guess. But I been kinda wonderin'... what happened to you at Scouts, Tim? Some o' the guys were askin' me. Man, I didn't even know you weren't going any more!" I guess I was just too busy to notice.

Here it was, his golden opportunity! Tim hadn't even realized that Terry had moved up from Cub Scouts, but then of course he would! He was 12, almost 13! He breathed a sigh of relief that at least if there were any rumors or stories of disgrace, they had died out before Terry joined the troop. But now, here was this gorgeous piece of brotherhood sitting on his bed wearing nothing but his underwear, asking Tim to reveal a story that would leave no doubt that he was not above playing forbidden games! If Terry were so inclined, things might just develop from there! But in the end, as had always been the case, Tim lost his nerve. His brother's friendship and respect were just too important to him to take the chance.

"I dunno, bro," he said wistfully, "I guess I just got tired of it."
"That's hard to believe," Terry pressed. "I remember how much you loved Scouts, and how excited you were when you were made Patrol Leader. There had to be something else!"
"In a way I guess there was," Tim replied. "But I don't wanna talk about it tonight, ok? Maybe I'll tell ya about it sometime."
"You should tell Nathan Seymore too," Terry said as he got off the bed. "He asks about you every week! He's our patrol leader now and a really nice guy, an' I think he liked you a lot, the way he keeps askin' about ya."

So Nathan had survived their little indiscretion! Well, Tim was glad about that! He had felt really bad for the past two plus years, thinking that he had probably wrecked the little boy's scouting career before it even got started. But the thought of Nathan, wondering what he looked like now, the vision of him in his uniform, all combined to get Tim's already throbbing member into overdrive! He really wanted to call Nathan, maybe even see him, but there was no doubt in his mind that Scoutmaster Merrit would make good on his threat if he ever found out, and neither Tim nor Nathan needed that. So as much as he hated to do it, he decided Nathan was better off with Tim out of his life. He thanked Terry again for coming in to see him, invited him back any time, then the two brothers said good-night. As soon as the door clicked shut, Tim was stroking again.

After he had finished and cleaned himself up, Tim got ready for sleep, in the position he had been working on since he was ten years old. He reached his left hand between his legs from behind and grabbed his now limp penis. He pulled back on it, arranging it tight to his body around his large balls so that from the front it appeared he had no penis at all, only some pubic hair and a nice set of balls. Once in the position that he had perfected over the years, he felt and rubbed his pubic area with his right hand. He loved the feel! Yes, this was what he wanted; he was sure now! All he had to do now was to keep looking for someone to do the cutting. Perhaps Eric would come through for him. That was certainly his best shot so far, but the thoughts of what would precede the cutting frightened him! He drifted off to sleep, his right hand roaming about his vacant crotch while his left held his anxious penis between his legs. It felt so incredible!

It didn't take Tim long to start dreaming. In his dream he had finally given up trying to find a way to get his wish the way he wanted, and had gone to spend a month as Eric's slave. He had been kept naked in a cage the entire month except when Eric had wanted to play. At these times he had been chained hand and foot before being led out of the cage and into Eric's dungeon. There he had been caned, whipped and paddled, pierced and humiliated in front of some of Eric's friends, but he had never been allowed to cum. Whenever his hands were not restrained in some way, he had worn a chastity belt that had prevented him from partaking in the activity that he loved more than any other.

Finally the big day had come - the day Tim would be allowed one last earth shattering orgasm, that is unless Eric decided it wasn't appropriate. At this point Tim's dream was a mixture of things Eric had told him and incidents Tim had read about in various stories. Tim was fully submissive now, turning his back to Eric automatically to allow himself to be handcuffed as Eric opened the door to his cage. "Are you ready for your treatments today, slave?" Eric asked as he snapped the handcuffs in place.
"Yes, Master," Tim replied. "Are you going to do the surgery today, Master?"
"Whether I do or don't is of no concern to you," Eric replied gleefully. "If I decide this is the day, you'll be the first to know."

Tim soon found himself strapped to Eric's table, his legs firmly secured in the stirrups and his crotch exposed for all to see. Eric wasted no time removing Tim's chastity belt and starting to manipulate his raging member. He had done this same thing repeatedly, but had always stopped before Tim had reached orgasm. In spite of all the physical torture he had endured, this partial masturbation had been the worst for Tim. He had begged his master to allow him to cum, even beseeched Eric to beat him if he wanted, just so he could get some relief. It had all been to no avail.

Today was different. Today there was an audience. There were Larry, Randy, Terry and Nathan, and... and Laura! They all voiced their displeasure at Tim for one reason or another, encouraging Eric to inflict as much pain and suffering as possible before the final cut. Larry expressed disgust that his best friend had put himself in this position; Randy was bitter because Tim hadn't admitted his true desires and therefore had caused Randy, in pure desperation, to get into drugs. Nathan was very angry for what Tim had done to him when he was still very much a small boy, then abandoned him after he'd got what he wanted. Terry was holding a huge grudge because he'd presented himself to his brother countless times, but Tim had never responded. Laura stated bitterly that Tim deserved anything he got for having rejected all her efforts to become his lover.

Tim moaned and thrashed on his bed as his dream continued. He gasped and cried out in his sleep as his Master, Eric, began impaling his hard penis with a dozen large needles. "If you want to cum," he said as he slipped the fourth one into the left side until it emerged on the right, "you are going to have to learn to have pain inflicted orgasms. Otherwise once I am finished your prick is going to become a pin cushion, and it will be amputated with all 12 needles still in it."

Tim's reaction to the pain of all those needles was exactly the opposite to that which Eric had hoped. By the time all twelve were in place, Tim's erection was completely gone and he was screaming with pain. The screams turned Eric on incredibly and brought applause from the onlookers, all agreeing that it served him right. Finally Eric looked Tim in the eye, and with a grin said simply "Ok, slave, have it your way. I guess you didn't want that final orgasm after all." That said, he picked up a pair of very sharp garden shears and unceremoniously snapped them closed, and Tim's soft bloody penis, 12 needles still imbedded in it, fell to the floor with a PLOP. There was blood everywhere.

Tim woke with a start, the last scene in his dream being everyone and everything having turned bright red from his blood. His body was drenched in perspiration and he was shivering violently. It took him a few seconds to realize it had only been a dream, but that dream had served a purpose. Tim's resolve was cast in granite now. He would not, under any circumstances, ever submit to Eric or any other such person without at least some sort of a safety net. He knew now that he would rather live his life with his penis still attached than go through anything like what he'd just experienced in his dream.

Tim lay in his bed, fully awake now, thinking about the spectators to his imaginary ordeal. He wondered if they really felt the way they had expressed in the dream. They all had good reason, he thought; well, at least Nathan and Laura had good reason. Tim had heretofore not considered that perhaps Randy's drug habit had anything to do with him, but now he wondered. Could it be? If it were true, what could Tim do about it now? And what about Terry? If he were to get intimate with his brother, wouldn't that be just as bad, perhaps even worse, than what he'd done to Nathan? Tim really didn't need the guilt of having led yet another boy into forbidden games. It was just a dream! he told himself. But still he wondered.

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