By one forty-five, they were in Lukas’ bathroom. Lukas was standing in the tub with his legs apart while Matthew was soaping his balls. Lukas had his hands on Matthew’s shoulders and he was leaning forward, dripping water all over Matthew.

‘Hang on,’ Matthew said. He stepped back and peeled off his T-shirt, using the tips of his fingers because his hands were all soapy.

Lukas had submerged himself in the tub. His hair was dripping wet, and he had been dripping water onto Matthew’s back.

Matthew hadn’t meant, get in the bath, wallow around in it for five minutes, and then stay in there. But the problem with Lukas was his reaction to the cold. His sack was too tight. Without being warm there was no way Matthew was going to be able to pull one of his testicles down while he forced the other one through the loop of the padlock.

In the kitchen, while he was eating the apple, Matthew had said it was senseless to return to the garage, because the blade was blunt.

‘And anyway,’ he said, ‘if I do get through it, the blade will cut into your sack. I won’t be able to stop it.’

As he was saying this Matthew realised that it would be possible to slide of piece of metal into the loop, in order to protect Lukas’ scrotum, but he decided to say nothing about it. He really didn’t want to saw through the thing, and he was pretty sure it would be possible to force Lukas’ testicles out of there.

Matthew had meant, sit in the bath, until you’re warm, but the thing was like a swimming pool, a spa bath that the two of them had bathed in together as children. Lukas had laid back in it, submerging himself, and lying on the bottom of it, under water, bubbles emerging, while Matthew sat on the chair, staring at his naked friend, distorted in the clear, green water, one hand holding his nose, wondering how he had got himself into this position.

Now, putting his T-shirt on the chair, and returning to soap Lukas’ balls, he was beyond caring.

Lukas’ cock, which had lengthened, suddenly jerked up a couple of times, and became rock hard within the space of a few seconds, angling up toward Matthew’s face, a spotless pink head emerging from under the foreskin.

‘Sorry,’ Lukas said, as his cock jerked up a couple of times, obviously rock hard. ‘I can’t help it,’ he said, though he wouldn’t have been able to see it with Matthew’s head in the way.

Matthew grunted.

And saw Lukas’ cock jerk again.

He felt himself growing hard, and slowed the soaping of Lukas’ scrotum, which he realised had been quite violent.

He put the soap on the edge of the tub.

‘Are you ready?’

He supposed Lukas was nodding.

‘I’m going to do it really quick, okay.’

Lukas cock jerked a couple of times, but he said nothing. Matthew wondered what it would be like to suck a guy’s cock, to put his mouth forward and wrap his lips around Lukas’ cock.

It looked innocent and pure somehow, both pink and pale. He moved his head down, turning his head to inspect Lukas’ scrotum and let Lukas’ cock slide along the side of his jaw, feeling it rub against the few bristles that were there.

Matthew breathed in sharply.

And saw Lukas’ stomach muscles convulse in a minor ripple.

He moved his head away, feeling the end of the tip of Lukas’ cock brush against his hair.

He put his left hand out and pulled Lukas’ right testicle down, locking it between two of his fingers. With both thumbs, and with his remaining fingers, he forced with all his might, feeling his fingers slip, once, twice, three times on the soapy surface. He regained his grip and forced it, locking his fingers around the padlock, and using both thumbs to drive the testicle through. He felt it buckling under his fingers, bulging as it refused to move. He added a bit of pressure and heard Lukas scream a girlish, high-pitched scream.

And then the testicle popped through and the tips of his thumbs were inside the loop from underneath, wrapped in a fold of Lukas’ scrotum.

He drew his thumbs out and Lukas’ cock jerked. There was a sudden spasm and a long jerk, and then a rope of jism threaded itself out of Lukas’ cock, and sowed itself down the length of Matthew’s torso, from one shoulder to his jeans, as Matthew stood up.

Matthew was vaguely aware of this, though he was overwhelmingly aware of the sense of satisfaction he had felt as he forced his thumbs, and felt Lukas’ testicle pop through the loop.

He knew that he was standing, and knew that he was holding Lukas by the sides of his chest in order to steady him. And then he was coming in his pants.

He closed his eyes, feeling his thighs jerk in time with his cock, though he was trying to control it.

When he opened his eyes again, Lukas’ face was aghast.

Matthew had his thumbs on Lukas’ nipples.

He removed his hands and saw Lukas wobble a bit, looking for support. Lukas reached forward with one hand as Matthew stepped back. He had had his hands on Matthew’s shoulders, and Matthew was moving away from him. He lifted his foot up, stepping forward to regain his balance, and caught it on the edge of the bath. His other foot slipped backwards in the soapy water, his knee folded over the edge. He fell forward.

There was an horrific clank of metal as he landed on his groin, straddled on the edge of the tub. The padlock clanging against the enamel with one of Lukas’ balls still trapped beneath it.

Lukas fell forward onto his chest while Matthew watched, frowning. He put his hand down and gripped Lukas under the arm. He pulled him upright, but only realised as he did so, that he was pulling Lukas back into a straddled position, so that his balls were trapped around the padlock beneath him.

Lukas groaned.

Matthew let him go. Lukas slid into the bath, followed by the padlock, which was sliding down the side of the bathtub to rest on the bottom, freed now from Lukas’ groin.

Matthew looked down at himself. A long line of come was sliding vertically down his chest, stretching from his shoulder to his thigh, sliding over one of his nipples, over his torso and his abs, and gathering into the waistband of his jeans