‘I have to have another operation. To move my urethra.’

‘What’s that?’

‘It’s the tube you piss out of.’

‘What are they going to do with it?’

‘They’re going to move it down, underneath me, so it comes out where my sack used to be.’

Matthew frowned, trying to imagine it, but Lukas continued.

‘They have to cut my cock in half, what’s left of it. They have to slice it in half so that they can move the tube through it.’

‘You haven’t got any cock.’

Matthew knew, because he had seen it. He had cut Lukas’ cock off flush with his skin. There wasn’t anything left, no stub.

‘Yeah, but there’s still some inside you, between your legs. It goes right back to your arse.’

Matthew frowned, and thought about what Lukas was saying, and then he understood. Lukas was going to be pissing out of where his sack used to be, and what cock he still had, the base of it, that was inside him, the surgeons were going to go and fuck up even more. They were going to slice the front of it down the middle so his urethra had a way to get to where his sack used to be.

‘Well that’s pretty good,’ Matthew said.

Lukas frowned.

‘You’ll have to sit down to piss.’

Lukas said nothing.

‘Or squat on the ground.’

Lukas turned his head away. He didn’t look very happy.

‘You know, Luke, I really do like you better like this. I’m glad it’s happened.’

There was someone at the door. Lukas was looking at the door, and Matthew turned his head to see the thirteen year old, the one from the lift and the bathroom, standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

‘Hey Jimmy,’ Lukas said.

Lukas’ voice was all high and childlike again, like he was talking to someone his own age.

The kid smiled at Lukas. He looked at Matthew, and stared at him for a moment, and then he turned to go.

‘That’s Jimmy,’ Lukas said. ‘He keeps coming to visit me, but he’s not supposed to be up here.’

‘Is he a patient?’

Lukas nodded.

When Matthew left, and was walking back to the lift, he saw the kid again. He came out from behind the corner, where the stairwell was, and stood beside Matthew, waiting for the lift. He put his arm out and touched Matthew’s shoulder, turning him, so that he could see the front of Matthew’s T-shirt. He read it, and then he grinned widely.

Matthew smiled at him uncertainly.

And then the kid was staring at Matthew’s groin, staring at his gear almost naked in the leotards. Matthew saw the kid swallow, like it was too much for him, his eyes bugging out of his head.

By the time the lift came, there were a whole lot of people waiting. Matthew got into the lift, but the kid had got in first, in front of him, and then he was changing positions, behind Matthew. Matthew felt the kid brush up behind him, brushing against his arse.

The lift doors closed, and then, suddenly, the kid’s hand was between Matthew’s legs. He grabbed Matthew’s balls, and squeezed hard, though he had the head of Matthew’s cock between his fingers as well.

Matthew was hemmed in on every side. There was a man standing beside him, and a lady in front of him. He put his hands down, and tried to prize the kid’s fingers away, but the kid was squeezing with a vice-like grip.

The door opened, for the floor below, and still the kid kept squeezing. Some more people got in, and Matthew found himself pushed back up against the kid.

The kid moved his other hand, the hand he wasn’t squeezing with, around the front of Matthew, and he pinched Matthew’s cock with it, pinching it between his fingers like he was a crab.

If there was no one else there, Matthew would have been able to do something about it. He could have torn away from the kid. As it was, all he could do was try to undo the kid’s fingers. He bumped into the woman in front of him, and she half turned.

‘Sorry,’ he said, but as he said it, the kid started to squeeze harder.

Matthew felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. The kid had one of his nuts, the left one, held so firmly that it felt like it would burst. He was squeezing the other one as well, and pinching his cock. And all the pressure, and the sensation, was making Matthew hard.

The lift doors opened. Three or four people got out. The lady in front of him moved as the doors closed, and Matthew tried to pull himself away from the kid. Someone stuck their hand in between the doors.

The doors opened again.

Matthew pulled himself forward, and twisted. He didn’t want to be trapped again, but the kid didn’t let go.

There were two people, a male nurse and a female nurse, standing in front of the lift. Matthew had turned, and twisted his body, but the kid had followed him, and was pressed up behind Matthew, against the wall of the lift, though he still had one hand between Matthew’s legs from behind, squeezing his balls, and one hand wrapped around Matthew, squeezing his cock. And Matthew was still trying to prize his hands away.

Matthew looked up, and realised that everyone was looking at him, all of the people in the lift, and the nurses outside it.

‘There you are Jacob,’ the female nurse said. ‘Come on.’

Matthew felt the kid shaking his head, behind Matthew’s shoulder. He was trying to back behind Matthew, but still, he wasn’t letting go. He was increasing his grip.

Matthew was getting erect now, properly erect. He increased his efforts to prize the kid’s fingers free, but it was like they were locked there.

The male nurse stepped into the lift. He looked at Matthew’s groin, and then looked at Matthew’s face. He offered Matthew a half sort of apologetic smile, though there was amusement in it as well. And then he grabbed the kid’s shoulders and was pulling him out of the lift.

Still, the kid didn’t let go. And it was only as he was dragged away, and Matthew held his ground, that the kid’s fingers slipped. Matthew’s balls popped out from under them, and his cock came out from the pincer. His eyes were watering. The kid had really hurt him.

And now he was erect.

He put his hands down for a moment, to try to rearrange things, but it was hopeless. He had an erection.

He looked up. The woman who had been in front of him was watching him with amusement.

When they reached the first floor, Matthew got out and walked across the atrium, knowing he had a hard on that was straining to get out of the tights. He was red in the face, and sore, and the only thing he could think about was getting back to the car.