The problem with Lukas, Matthew knew, was that he really only wanted his nuts crushed when he was horny. He was happy to fuck with them when he was horny, though after he’d blown a load, he didn’t feel like it anymore, and was glad he hadn’t crushed them. It was pretty stupid, Matthew figured, when he was going to want to fuck with them again the next time he felt horny.

The only thing to do was get it done.

He wasn’t going to be satisfied until his nuts were crushed.

When Matthew left Lukas, he was exhausted. He had spent more than three hours with him, had taken him to Ace Hardware, to the post office, to his own house to pick up the tablets, and then had spent almost two hours setting Lukas up so he was ready.

Matthew pulled the glasses off his head, exhausted. He took another tablet, and put an old pair of speedos on, a red pair, that had faded so that they were almost pink. They were the stretchy kind, and they were too tight. Some of his sack was showing at the sides, and he could hardly squash his gear into them, but all of his boardshorts were in the wash. He looked at himself in the mirror and figured his gear was bigger than that guy’s in the movie. A lot bigger, and it seemed to be still growing.

He grabbed a towel and went downstairs.

His mother was in the kitchen.

‘Is Lukas here?’ she said.

‘No.’

‘I saw him out the front, getting out of a cab, an hour or two ago.’

‘He was picking something up,’ Matthew said.

‘What are you wearing those for?’ his mother said.

‘All of my shorts are dirty.’

‘Well that’s indecent, Matthew. You shouldn’t be walking around the house like that.’

‘I’m going to have a swim.’

Outside, it was hot. His sister was in the pool.

‘Hey, Matthew,’ she said. ‘Are you going to come in?’

He swung his towel over the fence and dived straight in. He came up splashing her.

She shrieked.

‘Do you want to play Marco Polo,’ she said, when he had finished.

‘If you like.’

‘Well you’re in.’

About half way into the first round, Matthew knew he was getting an erection. There was nothing he could do about it. He tried to fight it, but it was inevitable. He slid his cock up into the hip of the speedos, but when he looked down at it, he saw how stupid it looked. It was pulling the speedos away from his body, and making a gap that he could see right through.

His sister, looking for him with her eyes closed, put her hand on it, putting her other hand on his arse, and he came.

‘I don’t want to play anymore,’ he said.

She nodded, and she got out of the pool.

Matthew hung on the side of the pool, with his body up against it, where he couldn’t be seen from the house. He pulled his cock out, and slid it up and down against the tiles. In the space of ten or fifteen minutes he came three more times.

Man, it was going to feel so good today, tonight, doing Lukas’ nuts. Matthew thought about his own nuts, thought about how good it would feel to be doing Lukas’ when his were so big and would be fine, while Lukas’ nuts would be getting fucked.

And he would be getting to do it.

He came again.

After he had tucked his dick back in and got it to go down he went upstairs and had a shower. He told himself he should try to be like Lukas, and not come again before it happened. That way he would be sure to enjoy it.

He put the strobe on and went to check on Lukas. He was fine. He was having a shower and his cock was as hard as a rock, though he wasn’t thinking about doing anything about it. When he got out of the shower, there was precum streaming out of his head.

Matthew spent all afternoon in his room. He took another tablet at four o’clock, and at five, he broke his rule. He pulled himself, thinking about how Lukas had had that erection in the shower, how the precum had been oozing while he did nothing about it.

They had dinner at eight, and at nine, Matthew went to get Lukas ready. It would have been good to find Lukas excited about what was going to happen, though Matthew knew him well enough by now to know that he wouldn’t be excited. He would do everything he could to stop it from happening. It was only afterwards, when it had been done, that Lukas would be happy.

Lukas was just finishing dinner. He was sitting in the dining room with McCady. When he had finished, he got up from the table, trying to hide his erection in his jeans. And then he went upstairs to his own rooms.

Matthew took him into his kitchen. He pulled the bottom drawer out of the cabinet and reached in behind it. The tablets and the padlocks were still there, untouched.

He gave Lukas the other two tablets and pulled the padlocks out. He stepped out of Lukas’ runners and pulled his jeans off. Lukas was wearing a green pair of jocks with Gumby on the front of them. Gumby looked pretty funny, with his body all stretched out along the length of Lukas’ cock.

Matthew pulled his jocks off and started with the smallest padlock first. Every now and then he released Lukas, so Lukas could see what he was doing, so he could see that he was sticking a padlock onto his balls again. Matthew expected him to recoil, but Lukas seemed to want to do it. He was so hard, and he had been waiting all day. He must know, somehow, Matthew figured, that this was the only way he was going to get to come.

The smallest of the padlocks was just too small, but Lukas wrestled with it. Matthew gave up and tried the next one, releasing Lukas when he had it in his hands so that he could see he had a larger one now. He seemed to want to go back to the small one, but Matthew wouldn’t let him. There was no way it was going to fit.

Lukas wrestled with the padlock, doing it all on his own, and managed, after ten minutes or so to close it.

‘Shit,’ he said. ‘That’s fucking tight.’

He toyed with it for a moment, felt how tight his balls were underneath it, and then said,

‘Ow!’

He reached down and picked up the bag, and started looking through it for the keys. When he realised they weren’t there, he started to panic. He noticed how the drawer was open in the kitchen cabinet, was pulled out and sitting on the ground. He got down on his hands and knees, wearing only socks and a T-shirt – and a padlock – and started feeling around in the cavity to see if they were in there. His hand came out full of dust. He stood up, and washed it in the sink. And then he went through every drawer, searching through them, to see if he could find them.

You posted them to Matthew, Matthew said.

Lukas frowned. He didn’t remember doing that.

You went to the post office today and posted all the keys to him, Matthew said. And then he presented a picture to Lukas of the post office, of how he had seen it, of how he had written Matthew’s address on a padded envelope, put the keys into it, and put it into the pillar box.

Lukas pulled a chair out from the table and sat on it, making a loud clank with the padlock as it hit the wood.

But Matthew wouldn’t get it till Monday, he said to himself, and then he opened his legs and looked down at the padlock, holding it in his hands. I can’t leave this on there till Monday.

It was hurting already.

And what would Matthew think?

Lukas frowned, and felt like he was going to cry. Why did he have to keep doing this shit to himself?

What the hell was Matthew going to say?

Maybe you should phone him, Matthew said. Get him to come over and help you.

Lukas considered this, and rejected it.

Lukas and he had just become friends again. There was no way he could do that.

Matthew spent ten or fifteen minutes trying to convince Lukas that he could, that Matthew wouldn’t care, that he would help him, but he was too tired. He had spent too long this morning just helping Lukas out so that he got to this point.

In the end, he had to leave him.

He supposed Lukas would phone.