Man, that was a joke, how much bigger Matthew’s gear looked than Lukas’ in Lukas’ leotard. Matthew thought of it, and then he smiled. Lukas didn’t have any gear. It was a pretty stupid thing to think, that his gear was a lot bigger than Lukas’ when Lukas didn’t even have any gear any more. No cock. No balls. Nothing.

Matthew turned and looked over at his shoulder, at his arse. Man, he looked so good in these things. He had hardly been able to pull them on, but they were so tight that they outlined every curve and every muscle in his body. He turned around again and looked at his junk. He smiled.

Man, that was so good. It’d be so good to go out like this, and see someone looking at his groin, see someone’s face when they saw how big his gear looked.

Matthew ran his hands up the insides of his thighs. He had already admired the way his thighs curved, and the way the way the leotard hugged him across his stomach, where there were abs now, definite, defined abs, as though he had been working out, when he hadn’t. His chest was wide and deep, his nipples visible as hard, dark spots. He smiled at himself, seeing his dimples and his white teeth, his mysterious eyes, flecked with green and blue, his golden brown hair.

He would keep the leotard on, he decided. It felt good, and he would make himself keep it on all day. He would go to visit Lukas in it, though he would put jeans and a T-shirt over it, of course. He couldn’t really go out like this.

Matthew pulled the leotard down, pulling the straps off his shoulders first, and forcing it down over his waist. He pulled himself, and came onto the studio floor, and then he pulled the leotard up again, pausing first to look at his cock.

It looked pretty bad. The head was pretty swollen, but it would be okay. He had taken some ibuprofen, and it didn’t hurt so much now. His balls felt a little swollen, but the pain had mostly gone.

He pulled the leotard up again, and tucked his junk back into them.

When he was walking up the hall again, he heard Lukas’ phone ringing. He answered it. It was McCady, calling him down to lunch.

He sighed, knowing he would have to put the tight jeans on again. The leotard was tight, but it wasn’t like that. It wasn’t like something that was crushing all his gear from every side.

He pulled a T-shirt over his head first, a white one, that was short, and he caught a glimpse of himself in his mirror. He really could go out like that he supposed, with a short T-shirt over the leotards. All of his gear and his arse was showing still, but it would look like he was a dancer, like he had been to dance training.

After lunch, he tried what it looked like, pulling the tight jeans off before he put his runners back on again. He walked up to the studio to get a proper look, and supposed he really could go to the hospital like that. It would be pretty funny, to be going to see Lukas with all of his gear defined in a leotard, to be sitting there, next to Lukas, with his huge cock and balls, while he comforted Lukas about what had happened to him.

In the hospital carpark, Matthew pulled off his jeans, and pulled on his runners again. He took a deep breath, and looked around him. There was a family, walking toward him from the hospital, a father, a boy and a girl, though no mother. They had probably gone to visit her.

Matthew decided to wait, till they had found their car, but they walked right toward him and started to unlock the car next to him. He supposed he looked pretty silly, just sitting there, and he got out, knowing that he had to keep control of himself. He couldn’t get an erection. He had pulled himself thirty times, between lunch and dinner, counting, in order to make sure he didn’t have an erection when he was walking around in the leotards.

He opened the door.

The boy, who was about eleven, was waiting for his father. He was standing right beside their passenger door, right where Matthew was getting out, and as Matthew turned around to push the door closed, he felt the boy’s arm brush up against his arse, which was stretched into the tight green leotard. As he bent a little, he felt the boy’s arm between his arse cheeks. There was a shiver of sensation, a ripple of pleasure, and Matthew had to catch his breath, and force himself, as he was walking across the carpark, to forget about it, and get control over himself.

When he walked into the hospital, into the bright fluorescent lights, everyone turned to stare at him, or it felt like they did, though Matthew knew there were people who weren’t looking. He had a white T-shirt on, his smallest. It barely reached his waist. He had bought it for Lukas, really, for when his nuts got crushed. It had a squirrel on the front, with a nut rolling away from him, and the slogan said, ‘It’s all fun and games until someone loses a nut,’ but he had never given it to Lukas, and Lukas had never seen it. It would be pretty funny now, when Lukas was totally fucked, to walk in like this, with this T-shirt on and the leotard, with his own gear all outlined in tights, and a funny T-shirt on, while he comforted Lukas.

In the lift, there was another kid, a boy about nine or ten, and he turned to face Matthew, reading his T-shirt, and as he did it, the kid let his hand slide up Matthew’s thigh, and touch his balls. He laughed at the joke and he had his hand touching Matthew’s balls. What was it with these kids? Matthew wondered. He hadn’t ever been like that when he was a kid, putting his hands all over an adult. Matthew pushed his hand away and cleared his throat. There were a lot of people in the lift. Behind him, he felt something brush his arse, a tickle, and then it happened again, and again. When the lift came to a floor, he had to turn, to let the people behind him out, and he saw that it was another kid, a boy about thirteen, who had been touching his arse, and as he passed Matthew, he very definitely pressed the side of his hand against Matthew’s gear, like he was steadying himself. He pressed it hard, though, squashing it. He had definitely done it on purpose.

Matthew frowned, and tried to control his cock. It was like everyone was trying to touch him. The kid’s eyes, when he had got out of the lift, and turned, had practically goggled out of his head as he looked back at Matthew, his eyes locked on Matthew’s gear.

He looked a little crazy.

The lift was empty now, and Matthew turned to look in the mirror, quickly, before he got to the next floor. He supposed it was a bit over the top. It looked pretty sexy. But he did look good. His junk was enormous, and his arse looked naked. No wonder the kid had wanted to touch him.

He was in the psychiatric wing. The whole building was dedicated to it, though Lukas was on the top floor, in the secure section. He had a private room. They had to buzz Matthew in, through an air-lock, and then nod at him and point from the outside, directing him to Lukas’ room.

Matthew paused at the doorway. Lukas was sleeping. Lying on his back, and sleeping, his blond hair fanned around his head on the pillow. All of the sheets were white. Matthew walked over to him and sat on the chair. He didn’t know whether he ought to wake Lukas up or not, but he wanted to speak to him.

From the look of it, Lukas was naked under the sheets. He had his arms on top of the covers, and there was nothing on his shoulders. His nipples were bare.

Matthew sighed.

He put his hand out and took Lukas’.

Lukas woke instantly. He turned and jerked. He jerked his hand away from Matthew, though his head jerked too. He pulled it back as though he was trying to back away from something dangerous, something frightening.

‘I was dreaming.’

‘Yeah? What were dreaming about?’

Lukas shook his head. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ he said. He pushed himself up in the bed a little.

Matthew raked the chair forward, so he was right up next to the bed. It had just occurred to him that the leotard was Lukas’, and that he might look a bit stupid to Lukas, wearing it, when Lukas knew he wasn’t a dancer.

He took Lukas’ hand again, but he didn’t know what to say.

‘Is my dad here?’

Matthew shook his head. ‘He came this afternoon.’

‘Was that this afternoon?’

Matthew nodded.

Lukas relaxed a little, but he took his hand away from Matthew’s.

They stared at each other for a little.

‘What did you do with it?’ Lukas said.

‘What?’

‘They said they could put it back on. That was the last thing I remember. They were asking me where it was, and they said they could put it back on. I thought they’d done it. When I woke up, I thought they’d done it. I could feel it.’

‘It’s gone, Luke.’

‘What did you do with it?’

Matthew turned his head around and looked at the door. There was no one there. ‘I flushed it down the toilet.’

‘Did you eat it?’

Matthew said nothing. He stared at the space between Lukas’ legs, where there was something tenting the sheet.

‘You did, didn’t you?’

Matthew shrugged.

‘Can you just tell me?’

‘The police were coming. I had to get rid of it. I already said I didn’t have it, and they were coming to the hospital to pick me up.’

‘Were you here? Did you have it here?’

Matthew bit his lips and nodded. ‘I had it in my pocket.’

Lukas closed his eyes.

‘That was the deal, Luke.’

Lukas kept his eyes closed and Matthew stood up. He brushed Lukas’ hair away from his brow, and bent forward. He kissed him on the forehead.

‘I can’t believe you did that to me,’ Lukas said. He opened his eyes again. ‘What are you wearing?’

‘Your leotard.’

‘My leotard?’ Lukas moved his head so he could see it. He looked at Matthew’s gear, and frowned, and then he looked up at Matthew. ‘I meant the T-shirt.’

Matthew moved his arms, so Lukas could see it, and he watched Lukas’ face fall as he read the slogan.

‘It’s all fun and games until someone loses their cock,’ Matthew said.

Lukas’ face contorted and he started to cry. He rolled over, pulling the sheet with him, and revealing a little of his arse. It was bare. He was naked under the sheet.

Matthew sat down on the chair again.

After a while, he reached his hand forward and put it under the sheet. He ran it over Lukas’ arse, squeezing a little, and turning his head to see if there was anyone passing the door.

He put his hand on Lukas’ hip, and tugged, pulling Lukas back toward him.

Lukas turned over, but he had his arms over his head, covering his face.

Matthew pulled them away, tugging at them gently, like it was a joke, rocking Lukas until Lukas let him pull an arm away. And then Matthew stood and bent forward quickly, and kissed Lukas on the lips. He turned around, looked at the door, and then he bent and kissed Lukas again, a little harder. He started to brush Lukas’ hair away from his forehead, and Lukas opened his eyes.

They stared at each other.

Lukas turned his head to one side, and stared at Matthew’s groin. He moved his hand out, and began to trace his fingers over Matthew’s cock and balls, like he was longing for something he didn’t have any more.

Matthew started to get hard, but he stood there, letting Lukas do it, until Lukas smiled.

‘You’re getting hard,’ he said.

Matthew nodded.

Man, that felt so good.

Lukas squeezed his cock, so it unfolded. It slid to one side. And then it was hard, and Lukas was pushing it up in the leotards, but they were so tight.

Matthew turned his head around and looked at the door.

‘I’m gonna come,’ he said, in a whisper.

Lukas smiled, and pushed his cock a little harder. The head of it was up under the T-shirt, and Matthew blew his load. He pushed against Lukas’ hand as he felt the come pumping out of him, and then he was aware of a big warm, wet patch, between the leotard, and his naked skin.

‘Is there a bathroom?’ Matthew said, when he had opened his eyes.

Lukas pointed through the doorway. There was one across the hall.

Matthew stuck his head out of the door, to see if there was anyone in the corridor, and then he goose-stepped across it and into the bathroom. One of the stall doors was closed, but he didn’t see anyone. He had to take the T-shirt off, and peel the leotard down, and wipe his stomach and the inside of the leotard with paper. He squeezed his cock, draining it of come, and then he pulled the leotard up to his waist, and stuck his hands down into it, rearranging all his gear again, like he had had it, like it looked natural, though his cock had to snake in a sort of S because it was so long.

When he came out of the stall, he saw that it was that kid in the bathroom, the thirteen year old who had pressed his hand against Matthew’s gear in the lift. He was washing his hands, and he smiled at Matthew in the mirror.

Matthew tried to, but couldn’t smile. The kid looked crazy. Matthew washed his hands and left.

Lukas was sitting up in the bed. He looked happier now.

‘Sorry,’ Matthew said.

Lukas shrugged.

‘Can I see it?’ Matthew said, nodding at Lukas’ groin.

‘It’s got a bandage over it.’

Matthew shrugged. He still wanted to see it.

‘Can you close the door?’

Matthew walked over to the door, and closed it, and then he took the edge of the sheet from Lukas and pulled it all the way down to his shins.

There was a big white bandage, covering all of Lukas’ groin, and taped to his skin around the edges. In the centre of it, the thing that had been tenting the sheet turned out to be a straw.

‘What’s that?’ Matthew said.

‘It’s so I can piss.’

Matthew tried not to smile.

He bent over, and looked at it. It was a soft little tube, bent like a penis would be, and coming up out of the centre of the bandages. It had a little cap on the end of it, and inside it, Matthew could see what must be Lukas’ piss.

‘Open your legs up a bit.’

Lukas opened his legs up and Matthew bent forward.

Man that looked good, just like it was supposed to. Nothing there, but the bandages, and this tube!

Matthew put his head into Lukas’ groin and put his lips over the tube. He sucked up and back a little, jokingly, like he was sucking Lukas’ cock.

Lukas made some sort of noise and pushed him away.

‘It hurts, you know?’ Lukas said.

‘Sorry.’

Lukas put his legs together.

‘Do you want me to pull the sheet up?’

Lukas nodded, and Matthew took hold of the sheet, pulling it up, but taking a good look first.

He could barely tear his eyes away from it.