Pinball Jackpot

Doug watched in amazement as his tall friend Nate continued to rack up a record score on the old-fashioned pinball machine. His big teenage hands seemed to have a special talent for making the deft, quick moves that flipped the steel balls expertly up narrow lanes on the playing surface of the glass-enclosed game table. The balls rolled down and bumped the electrified posts and squares, closing circuits that set off bells and whistles. According to the colorful scoreboard in front of him, Nate lacked only three hundred more points to win a special jackpot.

"I'm gonna make it. Three hundred ain't nothin' compared to what I've already won. Piece of cake!" blond-haired Nate said loudly and gleefully as he continued to pile up higher numbers.

Doug brushed back a long lock of dark brown hair that had fallen in front of his right eye. He looked up at the score. The number was astronomically big, but he was convinced it was meaningless. "The machine is lying. It doesn't give jackpots. It's not like slot machines at Vegas or Atlantic City in this dumb little hole. You just get some fun for your quarter. Game over. Time to leave the arcade and go home for dinner," Doug said, producing a yawn. He looked around the arcade. There were no other players in the room; everyone had left except him and Nate.

"My stomach can wait. How do you know it won't pay off like it says? This place only opened up yesterday. Anyhow, you never got a hundred points in your whole life playing pinball. All you want to do is blast away at ugly aliens on that video game over there. You don't even do that very good."

"Okay. Go ahead and get your stupid points. You'll see. You won't get zip for them. I'll be back in five minutes. I need to find the men's room. There has to be a men's room around here somewhere," Doug said, walking toward the back of the small arcade.

"Oh, yeah? Since when did you become a man?" asked Nate, laughing as he continued to improve his score.

"Last month, when I turned eighteen," Doug said.

"What happened? Did you get a bigger cock for your birthday?"

Doug ignored the last question. Just because Nate had an eight-inch cock didn't necessarily make him more of a man than Doug. He had just reached eighteen, too, but still lacked maturity. On the other hand, Doug resented, even hated, his own cock, and not just because it was two inches shorter than Nate's. For one thing, it demanded far too much attention and was an annoying distraction. What's more, it was the motivating engine and the physical manifestation not of his maleness but of his being gay. Doug had still not come to grips with that aspect of his life. So far, being gay had brought him nothing but grief, and his penis was a convenient scapegoat. How nice it would be not to get an embarrassing erection every time he saw a sexy-looking male body.

Doug walked to the back of the arcade, pushed aside a thin curtain hanging over a doorway and revealed a short, dimly lighted hallway. A sign on a door at the end of the hall read, "Restroom." Apparently it was provided for either gender. Doug walked through the hallway, turned a knob and entered the door. He found himself in a large room that contained two toilets and two washbasins. The toilets were partitioned off, but there were no doors on the stalls. Doug supposed this was to discourage possible hanky-panky.

Next to the back wall was a large red box about five feet high and just as deep. Fixed to its top was a metal frame that held a large, flat wheel that was divided into colored sections like a pie chart. Each section contained a printed message. At the top of the wheel was a thick black arrow that pointed downward toward the section of the wheel directly under it. Around the edge of the wheel were brass rods provided no doubt to grasp to spin the wheel - like those on television's Wheel of Fortune. He figured that the arcade was probably storing an extra game machine in the restroom.

He quickly walked over to a toilet, unzipped his pants, took out his penis and emptied his bladder, giving the circumcised head a good shake before he stuffed it back into his pants. He frowned as he was reminded once again of how small it looked when it wasn't erect. He remembered Nate saying once, as they began a mutual masturbation session, that no one would notice any difference if it got cut off. His cock had become hard when he said that, as though it somehow approved of the idea. He had shot huge jets of cum shortly afterward.

Doug put the weird thought out of his mind. He was curious enough about the big box, though, to walk over for a closer look. He was taken aback momentarily when he read a sign on the top of it: "Pinball Jackpot Wheel."

"You gotta be kidding!" he said to no one in particular, since he thought he was alone.

"No, I'm not!" announced a deep male voice that came through a speaker attached to the wall above the wheel.

"Oh, shit!" said Doug, turning to leave. He was embarrassed that someone had probably watched him piss.

"Wait, son! Aren't you the pinball jackpot winner? If so, you get to spin this wheel for a special prize."

Doug stopped abruptly. "What the fuck's going on? Are you hiding behind a one-way mirror or something?" he asked.

"No. I'm inside the box."

"Come on. Is this some kind of joke?" Doug asked.

"Certainly not. I will ask you again: are you a jackpot winner?"

"No, but a friend of mine out in the arcade is, I think."

These words were just barely out of his mouth when Nate walked into the restroom. "Here he is now, sir. Hey, Nate, did you win the jackpot?"

"Of course. Who were you talking to just now?" Nate asked.

"The man inside that big red box; the jackpot wheel thing."

"That must be the wheel the pinball machine told me to come back here to look for!"

"Are you the young man who won the jackpot?" asked the voice through the speaker.

"Uh, yeah. Hey, that's the same voice I heard coming through the pinball machine when I won!"

"What a big, good-looking specimen you are! What is your name, son?" asked the voice.

"Nate."

"Well, Nate. Congratulations! Step over here to the wheel and collect your reward."

"Uh, sure. What do I do?" Nate asked as he walked over to the large red box.

"You spin the wheel to see what you've won, then you drop your pants and underwear and put your cock inside one of the holes in the front of the box, whichever one is most comfortable for your size and height."

Nate walked closer and read some of the inscriptions on the sections of the wheel. He winced but nevertheless gave the wheel a vigorous spin. The arrow stopped on number seven.

"Hey, it says I won a thousand dollars and a surprise! What's the surprise?" Nate asked.

"Put your cock in one of the holes, and you'll soon find out," the man said.

"How about if I just take the money and forget the surprise?"

"I'm sorry. The two things go together. If you don't stick your cock inside the hole, you don't get the money."

"You must be some kind of crazy pervert! I'm outa here! Come on Doug. This guy wants to suck my cock or something," Nate said as he turned on his heel and quickly left the room.

Doug started to leave also. The voice stopped him once again.

"Wait, son. The reward should not go unclaimed. If your friend doesn't want it, then you're welcome to have it instead."

"I'm not so sure I want to drop my pants, either," Doug said.

"A little shy, are we?"

"Maybe," Doug said.

"Oh, come on over here and at least read the special prize list. Each section of the wheel has one."

"Oh, all right. I don't suppose it would hurt to look," said Doug, walking over. The idea of sticking his penis inside one of the holes in the big red box was somehow intriguing. Already, there was a pleasant stirring in his loins as his cock began to engorge and grow larger. He walked up to the wheel and started reading clockwise.

1. Cock head pierced for P.A.

2. Circumcision reversal

3. Head enlargement

4. Shaft lengthening

5. Win $250 and a surprise

6. Win $500 and a surprise

7. Win #1000 and a surprise

8. Old-fashioned blow job with deep-throating

"Are there guys who actually put their cocks inside your box?"

"Some. And I suspect you will be the next one. I will give you the thousand dollars Nate won, plus a wonderful surprise. Are you game?"

Doug was suddenly aware that his cock was very hard and erect, and he certainly didn't care if he put it in danger. He didn't hesitate further. Dropping his pants, he pulled down his briefs, letting his six-inch penis stick straight up. Without saying another word, he walked up to the box and pushed his steel-like erection inside one of the holes. He spun the wheel.

A half-hour later Doug left the restroom and found Nate playing an electronic video game. Apparently he wanted no more to do with the pinball machine.

"Hey, dude. How's it hangin' after your blow job?" Nate asked.

"I didn't get a blow job, and it sure as hell isn't hangin'," Doug said quietly. He was holding a shoebox in his hands.

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. Your cock always points straight up inside your jockey shorts, doesn't it?" said Nate, laughing.

"Not at the moment. I put my dick into a hole in that big red box, and I collected the money," Doug said, ignoring the jibe.

"Great! But I don't want to hear about you getting jerked off or sucked off, or having a new foreskin grafted on or something. I have a weak stomach."

"Here's the cash."

"Huh? Are you giving it to me?"

"Sure. You earned it playing pinball, and you spun the wheel," Doug said, handing Nate the shoebox.

Nate grabbed the box eagerly and set it down on top of the video game terminal. He removed the lid and began removing some of the bills. "I don't believe it! I thought you were kidding!" he said as he rummaged toward the bottom of the box.

"It's all there - one thousand dollars. I already counted it myself," said Doug.

"But, how did you���.?" Nate yelped and jumped backward. "Oh, shit! Oh, Fuck! Is that what I think it is?" He was visibly pale, and his mouth was hanging open.

"Yep. You've seen it lots of times on me. It's my cock, Nate. I didn't get a chance to tell you that getting it cut off at the base was the surprise. If you had stuck your dick in that hole it would be in that box now instead of mine."

"I'm gonna call the cops."

"Don't bother. There were no witnesses, and we don't even know what the guy looks like. He's long gone out the back door. We wouldn't have a case."

"Are you okay? I mean, should I get you to a hospital or something? Are you bleeding?"

"There was no blood. He used a laser cutter, I think. I've got a catheter tube sticking out of the stub so I can piss."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not right now. But I've got some pain pills for later. Want to see my stub?" Doug said.

"That's okay. It's nice of you to give me the money."

"You can take the cock too, if you want it."

"No thanks, pal! What would I do with a dead cock? I don't suppose we'll be jackin' off together anymore, will we?" he said, turning the shoebox upside down so that the still-erect penis fell out and plopped onto the floor. He quickly scooped up the bills and stuffed them into his pockets.

"I guess not," said Doug rather sadly.

Without saying another word, Nate put his hand on Doug's shoulder for a moment and then left the arcade.

Doug chuckled to himself as he picked up his severed, rock-hard manhood and stuck it into his pocket. Perhaps he would take it home and put it into the fridge, maybe try to preserve it later. Still smiling, he walked out of the arcade. For the first time in his life, he felt strangely free and complete.