The Donut Machine, Part 1

The new sophomore named Cory had trouble fitting in at the Hawthorne Preparatory School. His problem was that he had a penis. His second day there, he drew the unwanted attention of the other boys, all of whom were dickless. They stood naked in the P. E. locker room waiting to take a shower and stared, mouths agape, at the insultingly long, uncut cock dangling from the new kid's crotch. Just who did this Cory think he was, anyhow? All the other boys had voluntarily had their cocks cut off the summer before they began their freshman year at the exclusive prep school. It was a requirement for admission. How had this dude been allowed to attend second year classes with his big old cock still attached?

That cock was a slap in the face of hallowed school tradition. What's more, in a practical sense, how could this new dude realistically expect to meet the rigorous academic standards of the school if his penis distracted him most of the time, as was the case for most males his age. He would be tempted to spend precious study hours each week creating adolescent sex fantasies instead of analyzing a Shakespeare sonnet or doing his physics homework. He might want to jerk off two or three times a day. He could even be compelled to try fucking female students, or worse, male students.

Whatever Cory's reason for still having a penis, it actually caused him deep embarrassment, and the other boys immediately picked up on this. The only boys who got teased at Hawthorne in this way ordinarily had their balls as objects of ribald comments because they hung too low and got in the way of sports activities; it was a totally new experience to have someone around with a cock to make fun of, let alone a cock of such leviathan proportions.

Cory's cock was probably eight inches long when limp and ten or eleven inches when erect, or so it was estimated, since no one had ever measured it. As an added bonus, the cock was sort of snaky-looking, having a loose foreskin that covered a head the size of a baby's fist. It was speculated that the school administration had allowed Cory to keep it because it wouldn't fit into the donut machine, a device the school used to cut off cocks.

Having no cocks, the conformist male students self-righteously sported their short stumps featuring flaps of outer shaft skin that had been sewn together vertically over the cut, leaving a small piss-hole pointing downward. This allowed them to direct their piss over their balls while sitting down. As far as giving pleasure was concerned, the stumps' half-inch length provided only a minimum amount of sensitivity; they were scarcely long enough to grip and masturbate with. For sexual relief, the boys usually had to settle for periodic, unconscious wet dreams, although some of the more creative ones managed to make themselves cum. It was frustrating as hell, but it was the sacrifice they made to be students at Hawthorne High. It was only natural that, when Cory came along and appeared to be flouting this most sacred of all prerequisites, they would take out their frustrations on him. Cory himself fanned the flames of resentment by steadfastly refusing to explain why he had been allowed to attend Hawthorne and keep his cock.

In a typical year, one hundred and fifty boys were accepted to attend Hawthorne High, pending a contractual agreement, signed by both parents, that they be penectomized. Of these, an average of fifty usually backed out for various reasons. On July the fourth, before their freshman year began, the hundred or so of the remaining fourteen-year-olds were required to attend a ceremony at the school's gym to have their cocks cut off in front of their families, the student body and the school's faculty. The boys stripped naked, shaved off their pubic hair and lined up, while assistants tied nametags around their cock heads. As their names were called, each would walk up the steps of a platform, cross it to the center where a man would grab his arms and hold them behind his back. Another man would take the boy's penis in hand and push it through the center of a donut-shaped device, clamping it in place around the base of the boy's shaft. He then would make adjustments for thickness and length and press a red button on the side of a large black box wired to the donut. The boy would wince in pain and shout, "Hawthorne, Rah!" as the donut machine began its work. There would be a loud snap, followed by a whirring noise that lasted approximately twenty seconds. The donut machine's work ended after a series of clicks from its automatic suturing facility. The boy's penis would be released and fall with a wet plop into a waiting tray, bleeding from its cut end. The amount of blood coming out of a penis would be copious if it had been erect when cut. Most of the boys did sprout erections before their cocks were cut off, and the blood tended to gush out of them as they shrank to a flaccid state.

The man would take it out of the tray and hand it to the boy, who had by now been released by the other man holding his arms. The boy usually glanced down, first at the severed penis and then at his crotch. The wound on his remaining half-inch stump would have already been sutured shut by the machine, which also left a short plastic tube inserted in the piss hole. There would be a trace of blood around the sutures, but the wound would likely heal rapidly, allowing the sutures and tube to be removed after a couple of weeks.

The boy would stand in front of the cheering audience holding up his severed cock by its head while a photographer snapped his picture. He would cross the stage once again, handing his penis to a female student assistant whose job it was to drop each cock into a plastic sandwich bag and place it in a small ice chest. Later they would all be frozen and suspended inside a large display case next to the photos of their previous owners. The glassed-in display case in the school's main hallway was refrigerated to keep the severed penises in their original state. Upon graduation, they would be given back to their owners after being thawed, preserved, stuffed and mounted on individual plaques. In the meantime, the entire student body could see for themselves what every male student's cock looked like.

The reason Cory still had his penis was that a letter of acceptance from the school that should have been sent to him before his freshman year was sent to the wrong student by mistake. It had subsequently taken almost a year to straighten things out. A careless office assistant had inadvertently switched the first letters in Cory's first and last names with those of another boy. Cory Rain's letter of acceptance had been sent to Rory Cain! It turned out that Rory Cain was a less than mediocre student who had applied to the exclusive school on a whim, knowing that he had little chance of being accepted. After all, he was competing with several thousand others who had better academic records.

It would be hard to imagine his and his parents' surprise when the acceptance letter arrived. His penectomy contract was gladly signed, and Rory subsequently lost his small, circumcised penis, which he considered to be of no great value. It wasn't until well into the school year that the mistake was discovered by a sharp-eyed teacher who had taken a closer look one day at the penis display case. The pictures were all grouped together alphabetically on the left, and the penises were suspended by strings attached alphabetically to their nametags which were glued onto narrow wooden slats on the right. There was a blank space among the pictures on the left. It was captioned "Cory Rain," and there was no corresponding penis to be found on the right. The teacher thought the name sounded vaguely familiar, but he was certain he didn't know a Cory Rain. This was very strange because he taught all five periods of a required freshman English course, and he would have surely had the boy as a student. Puzzled, he wondered briefly why the boy's name was on the picture board at all.

When he called the roll for his last class that day the light dawned. He called out, "Rory Cain," heard the boy say, "here," and it hit him.

"Boys, you'll have to excuse me for a minute. I have to leave class," the teacher said to his bewildered students and quickly went out the door, crossed the hall and bounded down the stairs. He almost ran to the display case.

Sure enough, there was a tag tied around the head of a less than two-inch penis that said "Rory Cain," but there was no corresponding picture of Rory on the left. What's more, the teacher was aware that Rory was failing his required classes. It was obvious that the boy was way over his head at Hawthorne and should never have been admitted. Was it possible that a lad named Cory Rain should be here in his stead?

The teacher reported the situation immediately to the headmaster, Dr. Fred Rawlins. After a brief investigation, Rory Cain was sent down. His penis was taken from the display case, put into a small box and returned to him. His parents were so angry toward the boy for his failure, they had his testicles removed.

The investigation report suggested that the photographer at the penectomy ceremony had a list of names from the admissions office that included Cory Rain but not Rory Cain. As a result neither boy's picture ended up in the display case, even though Rory's penis did. After the investigation ended, the office assistant was fired and new methods of double-checking the admissions mailing list were imposed.

When Cory Rain, a tall, good-looking blond youth, was admitted the next school year, he was not required to have his cock cut off. This was the school's way of making up for its big mistake; as long as Cory kept the mistake a secret, he could keep his cock. Cory had reluctantly agreed to this, even though he had been fully prepared a year earlier to give up his cock. Now that he had seen the reaction of the other students to his still-attached organ, he was quickly becoming convinced that he had also made a mistake: he should have insisted that they cut off his cock before school started.

The kids who saw him regularly in the locker room were becoming more bold and obnoxious as they greeted him. One day a popular sophomore named Danny Phelps saw him and asked, "Hey, Cory, does that snake of yours hiss when you piss?" Cory, unable to laugh or think of a clever reply just walked past, feeling acutely embarrassed. Danny was one of the school's top athletes - a fine soccer player and an excellent sprinter on the track team, just the kind of guy Cory would have liked to know better, even have as a friend. He couldn't cope however with the insulting jibes.

Danny and his friends often begged Cory half-jokingly to let them watch him piss, or better still, to watch him beat off, but he steadfastly refused, always locking himself inside a restroom stall when he needed to relieve himself. The boys' restrooms did not have urinals, of course.

Insulted on a daily basis, Cory was becoming convinced that he was some sort of freak. He began to develop a strong resentment for his cock. To complicate matters, Cory was isolated; he figured there was no one for him to talk to about his "problem" except the school nurse, and she probably wouldn't understand.

Cory survived the first week but he continued to fixate on his problem, and things rapidly went from bad to worse. By the third week he definitely wanted to be rid of his penis. He began to practice self-control by not touching it unless he was urinating, just to see if he could do without it. The result was disappointing; he was getting erections at very inopportune times.

Since he had long ago been denied the use of the donut machine, he contemplated cutting his cock off himself with a knife, but he could not yet work up the courage to deal with the pain, the blood and the mess. One day an event in his Latin II class served to stiffen his resolve, so to speak.

That late afternoon, tired from a long day, he had extended his long legs, rested his hips on the front edge of his desk seat and dozed off, unconsciously producing a bone-hard erection. His cock, ordinarily bent sideways across his left leg when limp, had straightened itself out and was pointing straight up from the top of his waistband. Somehow the cock's head, swollen in rosy splendor, had worked its way out from under his loose belt and exposed itself, along with part of the shaft. No longer a hooded viper, it was now a vermilion-hued rattlesnake ready to strike.

Danny Phelps, who sat across the aisle from Cory, was the first to see it. He was almost bug-eyed with glee as he nudged the boy in front of him, pointing at the penis with his right hand and holding his left index finger to his lips to signal silence. It didn't take long for the entire class to know of the cock's unexpected rise. There were a few giggles quickly followed by urgent, silencing hand signals lest Cory should wake before everyone had a chance for a closer look. A number of students, including some of the girls, eagerly found reasons to walk by Cory's desk: they went ostensibly to sharpen pencils or dump paper in the trash. Some lingered a moment to inspect the egregious, reptilian entity, barely able to stifle comments or laughter. It was amazing that Cory continued to sleep soundly through it all.

Finally the teacher, Mr. Nigel Fountain, became aware that his lecture on Julius Caesar's Gallic campaign was being ignored. He glanced over to see that the focus of attention was on Cory. Looking at Cory, he saw the erect penis, frowned, and calmly rose from his chair. Taking a handkerchief from his pants pocket, he unfolded it, walked over to Cory's desk and calmly spread the handkerchief gently over the offending organ.

This was too much for the class; they exploded in raucous laughter, waking Cory. He abruptly opened his red-rimmed blue eyes, wondering for a moment where he was and what all the laughter was about. He looked round and saw everyone staring at his crotch. Looking down he saw the handkerchief and what it covered and yelled, "Oh, my God!" savagely shoving his penis back into his pants. He managed to get up and stumble forward on his big feet, letting the handkerchief fall to the floor. He moved his long legs, gathered speed, and loped awkwardly out the door and into the hallway, going all the way to the opposite end of the school building. He went out the exit door and didn't stop until he reached his room in the residence hall. He unlocked and threw open his door, walking quickly across the room to his chest of drawers. He pulled open a drawer and took out a knife. He was about to unzip his pants when he was startled to hear a voice from the doorway of his bathroom.

"Hi, my name's Pete Archer. You must be Cory Rain. I'm your new roommate."

"What the hell?" asked Cory, turning. An incredibly handsome, deeply tanned young man stood framed by the bathroom doorway. Cory was surprised to see that the boy was dripping wet and naked, obviously just out of the shower. Cory was even more surprised when he looked down at the boy's crotch. Pete had a cock!

End of Part I