The Donut Machine, Part 5

Rory Cain had not made too many friends at Hawthorne during his six-month stay as a student, but after he was sent down following the school's discovery of its mistake, he maintained an email correspondence with Jeff Hubble, who happened to be Norman Cody's roommate. Jeff was the kind of person who gravitated socially to the company of unpopular misfits largely because he was an unpopular misfit himself. Rory had not particularly liked Jeff as a friend, but he was someone to talk to and write to. Jeff was interesting because he seemed to know many students' dirty little secrets, even those of some faculty members. One of his sources of juicy tidbits was the faculty dining room, where he worked part-time as busboy. Usually ignored by diners to the point of invisibility, Jeff was able to eavesdrop on many conversations.

Thus it was Jeff who first learned the real reason why Rory had been sent down from Hawthorne. The gist of a long email to Rory was this: while he was cleaning off a table next to that of two male faculty members, he overheard one of them mention the curious similarity between the names of a former student named Rory Cain and a new sophomore named Cory Rain. The other teacher laughed and said, "I noticed it myself last year. The display case had two missing pictures - one for Rory Cain, whose cock was hanging there on the right, and a labeled empty space with the name Cory Rain on it, but no cock. He was a phantom student nobody had ever seen. I went to the headmaster and got it straightened out. Seems the office made a mistake - got their names mixed up at admission time. The upshot was that Cain was sent down and Rain was finally admitted this year. To make up for their mistake, the powers-that-be let the new lad keep his penis. But please don't say a word about this. It's top secret."

As soon as Jeff finished his work in the dining room that day, he rushed to his dorm room and dashed off the email to Rory. Rory read it and worked himself into a rage despite his lack of testosterone. He focused his ire on Cory Rain, even though he had never met him or knew what he looked like. To his mind Cory represented the main cause of his expulsion from Hawthorne, and it simply wasn't fair that he should be allowed to keep his penis. In fact, Rory was ready to cut Cory's cock off himself. To achieve this, he boarded the bus to Hawthorne that very afternoon. In his backpack he was carrying a large butcher knife, a can of mace, a bottle of chloroform, a gauze pad and a pair of chrome handcuffs.

Rory walked from the bus station to the campus and arrived at the dorm the next night shortly after Perry Gillian had mistakenly knocked Pete unconscious. Wearing his backpack, he walked into the main entrance of the dorm and immediately encountered a student. The youth was wearing only a tee shirt and a pair of short pants, the usual attire around the dorm during warm weather.

"Hi. Can you tell me what room Cory Rain is in?" asked Rory.

"Sure. He's in 412. Lives there all by himself. Everybody knows that. Where have you been?" asked the student.

"Oh, I've been away for a while," said Rory, starting down the hall for the stairway. On the landing just before he reached the fourth floor, he took off his backpack, put it down in the corner and took out the sharp, 8-inch knife, the can of mace, the chloroform, gauze pad and handcuffs. When Cory opened his door, Rory was prepared to disable him with the mace, wrestle him to the floor, put the handcuffs on him, then render him unconscious by pressing the chloroform saturated gauze pad over his nose.

When he reached room 412, he was somewhat surprised to see the door standing open. He looked inside. On the floor lay an athletic-looking youth who seemed to be sound asleep. Rory walked quietly into the room. What luck! It must be Cory Rain! He was lying on his back, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts; his penis was hanging out of the fly. No other student at this school had a penis. It must be Cory, and there was his cock, just begging to be cut off.

Rory knelt down next to the boy and laid aside all of his equipment except the knife. He held it out, ready to cut. He couldn't help but be a little disappointed that the circumcised cock was not bigger. It was a small, boyish-looking penis. In fact, it was not much bigger than his own. Rory was reminded of returning home in disgrace and immediately putting the small box containing his penis into the freezer section of the fridge. He remembered looking at it first, taking it out of the box and trying to peel back the long foreskin. It wouldn't retract because it had been frozen so long it had dried out and adhered to the skin of the head. He also remembered his subsequent visit to a doctor to have his precious balls cut off as punishment for making failing grades. He had sadly taken the penis out of its box and put it into a jar of preservative liquid along with his newly harvested balls, tenderly placing it on a shelf in his bedroom. Each time he looked at its contents he would realize that for him sexuality was now only a memory that was growing dimmer every day.

The boy on the floor moaned softly in his sleep, moving his right hand to his thigh, not far from his cock. Damn! Was he going to wake up before Rory could even start his task? He would wake up anyhow when he felt the knife, but it would be better if the boy slept until the cutting started. Perhaps he should put the handcuffs on him? Maybe not.

It occurred to Rory that the boy he thought was Cory would see his assailant's face and later be able to give a description to the cops. Rory looked around the room for something to put over his head, maybe a pillowcase he could cut eyeholes in. He was in luck again! Lying on the floor not three feet away was a black ski mask. He grabbed it and put it on.

He wasted no more time. Taking the head of the boy's penis with the index finger and thumb of his left hand, he pulled outward, stretching the cock as far as it would stretch. He took the knife and began slicing away at its base. A line of blood appeared, and he was barely through the outer skin when the cock suddenly sprang to life and became erect and rigid. Rory stopped for a moment.

"Looks like your cock wants to die," he said softly as he resumed sawing away.

Before he was halfway through the shaft, the boy's body convulsed; his hips began to spasm and move up and down. Undeterred, Rory continued to slice away, even though it was somewhat like castrating a bucking calf. Finally, he managed to cut all the way through, and the cock came off in his hand. Simultaneously, blood mixed with cum shot high into the air. The boy's hips continued to thrust upward three or four times, and Rory wasn't sure, but there seemed to be a faint smile on the boy's lips. Suddenly his movements stopped and the eyes opened, focusing on Rory's masked face. Curiously he didn't scream. He merely sat up and looked down at his bleeding crotch.

"Fuck. You cut it off," he said sleepily just before he passed out and fell back to the floor.

The severed cock in Rory's hand immediately deflated and shrank to its flaccid state as the engorging blood drained out of it. Rory tossed it aside and heard it hit the floor with a wet plop. He picked up his nefarious tools, got up and ran from the room. Before he reached the stairwell, he took off the ski mask and dropped it, along with the bloody knife, into a trash bin.

As he put the unused mace, chloroform and handcuffs into his backpack on the stair landing, a tall blond boy ran past him and on up the stairs. Rory wasn't sure, but he thought he heard him mutter the name "Pete."

Cory found Pete unconscious and bleeding.

"Oh, my God, they cut your cock off!" he yelled. He ran to his bathroom, got a towel, returned quickly to his wounded roommate's side and pressed the towel hard against the boy's hemorrhaging stump. Holding the towel in place with his right hand, he put his left arm under Pete's shoulders, lifting his upper body off the floor.

"Pete, talk to me! Are you dead?" he asked pathetically as he hugged him to his chest.

Pete groaned and opened his eyes. "Dead? I don't know. What does dead feel like?" he asked groggily.

"Thank God. I was afraid I'd lost you. They cut your dick off, but you'll be okay. I know who did this to you, and they won't get away with it."

"I hope you don't mean us, 'cause we didn't do it. Honest," said Danny Phelps with a stricken look on his face. He was standing inside the doorway with Perry and Norman. They had followed hard on Cory's heels up to his room and were all staring now at Pete's severed penis lying on the floor next to Pete.

"You expect me to believe that? Who else could have done it? You already admitted you nearly killed him," said Cory, crying.

"Somebody better call 911 and get an ambulance. I'll do it," said Perry, who turned and ran down the hall.

"It was better this way," said Pete suddenly, looking up at Cory.

"Don't try to talk now. You must be out of your head. He hit you pretty hard," said Cory between sobs.

"It was better to have a guy do it wearing a mask and using a knife. Better than the donut machine," said Pete.

"Was it a black ski mask?" asked Cory, glancing toward Danny with a look of pure hate.

"Yeah. But I don't think it was one of these guys. He was short and real thin. I saw his eyes. They were as green as grass," said Pete.

"See? It couldn't have been any of us. We're all pretty tall and our eyes are either blue or brown," said Danny quickly, apparently relieved.

"I don't know what to believe. Pete may just think he saw green eyes. After what he's been through, it's kind of hard to trust his judgment," said Cory, bewildered.

"What's going on here?" demanded an adult voice from the doorway. It was Harvey Rutledge, the residence supervisor.

"One of the new freshmen just got his cock cut off," said Norman pointing at the penis lying on the floor. The wail of a siren could be heard in the distance.

"So I see. Don't anyone leave the room until I find the headmaster and get him up here," said Harvey.

Several days later Cory found himself standing in the hallway of the school's main building staring at the contents of the freshman display case. His eyes were focused on the latest addition to the collection - Pete's penis. The handsome cock, although small, seemed to look healthier and tanner than its neighbors. Cory assumed that Pete had done some swimming and sunbathing in the nude on his Caribbean trip.

The last few days had been agonizing for Cory because there was nothing he could do but wait around for the final pronouncement of the headmaster. He had been to see Pete several times at the hospital and was happy to find that the boy's stump was healing well, but that was the only positive thing happening in his life.

The headmaster had moved quickly to keep the penis-pruning episode quiet but had not succeeded. He had suspended Cory, Danny, Perry and Norman from their classes pending a thorough investigation, but the entire campus was abuzz with excitement. Rumors were rife that Danny and his pals had stolen the donut machine, cut off a new freshman's cock with it but had broken the machine when they tried to use it on Cory. Another rumor that annoyed the headmaster the most was one that supposedly solved the mystery of why Cory Rain still had his penis when he enrolled as a sophomore. Everyone seemed to know that the school administration had made a terrible mistake by mixing up two students' names and admitting the wrong one to the school. In the headmaster's mind, the rumor was much too accurate not to have originated with Cory.

Thus it came about that Cory was waiting in the hallway outside headmaster's office when a secretary called his name, ushered him through an outer office and into the bookshelf-lined inner sanctum filled with leather furniture. Headmaster Rawlins motioned to a chair in front of his desk, and Cory sat down.

"Well, Mr. Rain. How are you holding up after this unfortunate incident with your new roommate?"

"I'm okay, sir, I guess. Pete's going to be fine, too, in a few more days."

"That's good. I will not take too much of your time. I have good news and bad news. The good news is you will continue your class attendance as soon as you are able. The bad news is you will have your penis taken off Friday afternoon. That's tomorrow," said Mr. Rawlins.

"May I ask why, sir?" asked Cory, turning pale. It was weird that little more than a week ago he would have been delighted by such news. Today, he was appalled.

"For two good reasons, as I see it. First, you are the only male student here with a penis, and that puts you in a very uncomfortable position with your peer group; it has not been fair to them or to you. Second, I have reason to believe that you broke your promise not to tell why you were allowed to keep your penis."

"But sir, I haven't told anybody. I don't break promises, and I don't lie, either," said Cory, his face turning a bright red.

"I'm not calling you a liar. I'm merely suggesting that you might have inadvertently let the information slip without knowing it, perhaps to a close friend. Such things have been known to happen with people your age."

"Believe me, sir, I would remember. I haven't let anything slip."

"Nevertheless, you must have your appointment with the donut machine. I trust it is in good repair after being borrowed without permission by some of your friends," said the headmaster, smiling.

"Sir, they are no friends of mine."

"Of course not. You'll be happy to know that all three of them have been sent down - for the theft of the machine and for assaulting your roommate."

"Sir, before I came here, I was ready to give up my cock, uh, penis just to be a student here. I have obeyed all the rules and kept my promises. I respectfully object to the punishment you order. I don't think it's fair," said Cory, now standing.

"Very well. I will give you a choice. You can accept the punishment or you may leave Hawthorne. Which will it be?"

"Sir, I will accept the punishment," said Cory without hesitation. He was annoyed that his cock was starting to get hard.

"Good. As I promised you, I will do the honors of cutting it off myself. I believe your penis will be an outstanding addition to the collection in the display case. You may go now."

"Thank you, sir."

Cory turned and left the room. He had a raging hard on.

Every student and faculty member was in attendance at the special assembly in the school gym the next day. They were there to see Cory Rain get his cock chopped off. The occasion was every bit as festive as a Fourth of July mass penectomy. The school band was playing and the crowd was merrily singing along.

The music abruptly stopped and the crowd fell silent when Headmaster Rawlins walked out on stage to the lectern.

"Students and faculty of Hawthorne School. We are here to remove the penis of a student in keeping with our most hallowed school tradition. Will Cory Rain please step forward to the donut machine?"

The audience gave a thunderous cheer as the handsome, blond naked youth walked out on stage. They did not look at his hair or even his long legs, however. Their eyes were fixed on the huge erect cock that was sticking straight up past his navel. Its bright red glans was mushrooming sensuously, and the ridgeline of the urethra stood out sharply on the cock's visible underside. The fleshy red cord attached to the back of the head seemed to be stretched to its limit.

"Cut it off! Cut it off!" everyone yelled as Cory walked up to the donut machine. It was significant that the headmaster and Cory were alone on the stage. There was no assistant present to hold Cory's arms. Was Cory on his honor to behave properly?

The headmaster took the cock in hand, pulling it down and holding it perpendicular to Cory's body.

"Cory, since this is such an unusually large specimen, I hope you don't mind if we preserve it in its erect state. To do that, I'll have to band your cock about an inch and a half from the base to keep the blood from draining out after it's off. I hope you don't mind," said the headmaster as he took a long four-pronged device with a wide rubber band stretched over the prongs. He guided Cory's penis between the prongs and pulled the trigger. The band slipped off the ends of the tapered prongs and snapped painfully into place near the base of the cock.

Cory remained silent but winced as the head of his cock swelled even more and began to turn purple.

"And now for the donut," said the headmaster as he picked up the device and slid it down the long cock to its base. "When you feel the blades cut into the flesh, yell 'Hawthorne, rah!' That will help ease the pain.

The crowd fell silent once again in breathless anticipation as the headmaster adjusted dials on the black box wired to the donut. He pressed the red button.

Cory felt pressure around his penis shaft as the donut grew tighter. There was a loud whirring noise, and Cory felt a sharp sting followed by a blinding, searing pain in his cock's base. But the pain was nothing compared to the anger and contempt he suddenly felt toward Hawthorne and its headmaster.

"FUCK HAWTHORNE!" he yelled lustily as his big hard cock was separated from his body. There was a collective gasp from the audience.

The headmaster frowned disapprovingly as he picked up the plastic tray and held it under the drooping cock. Suddenly it was released from the donut and fell into the tray. There was very little blood coming out because the band remained in place, keeping the cock rock-hard.

The donut continued to click away as it sutured Cory's stump and inserted the small catheter. Finally it finished its task and fell silent. The headmaster removed the donut, and Cory looked down at his crotch. He now had a one-inch stump where his beautiful cock had been. His crotch now looked like every other crotch at Hawthorne.

"Take the penis and hold it high," said the headmaster, offering the contents of the tray to Cory.

Cory took the cock out of the tray and grasped it in his fist, holding it up high for the audience to see. It felt like a club in his hand. The crowd cheered loudly when they saw it.

Cory began to walk across the stage toward the assistant in charge of the display case, but abruptly turned around and walked back to the headmaster. Mr. Rawlins had a puzzled look on his face just before Cory hit him hard across the left temple, knocking him unconscious to the floor. He lay on his back with his mouth open.

The audience watched in horror as Cory then inserted the cock, head first, into the headmaster's open mouth and pushed it in as far as it would go. Cory quickly left the stage, and nobody tried to stop him.