Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be doing that. At 15 it had lengthened to a very satisfactory 6.5 inches, but was still as skinny as it had been two years earlier.The other boys in high school were wondering why he kept it hidden as much as possible, but eventually one of them got a good look at it and Tommy acquired the inevitable nickname - Pencil Dick.

By the time he was ready to start college it had gone beyond a joke. When he was naked, and looked at himself in a mirror, he saw what looked like an 8 inch piece of spaghetti hanging down in front of his balls. He was still a virgin. He hadn't had the courage to let a girl get a look at his genitals. When he got a hard on his cock would whip back and forth like a radio antenna.

Before he started university, where he would be in a residential college Tommy decided to get medical advice about his problem. He went to his family doctor, Dr. Masters, who examined Tommy's cock, scratched his head and reached for a large medical text that was on his desk. After perusing the book for a few minutes he turned to Tommy and informed him that he had a rare condition called - wait for it - Pencil Dick. Seeing Tommy glaring at him, he quickly added, "It's true! Here, see for yourself." Holding the book out towards Tommy, he pointed to the hated words on the page. The doctor told Tommy that he was sympathetic, but that he could do nothing at that stage. He would have to wait a year or more until his penis had reached its full size. After that he could have injections that would give his penis a more normal appearance. When the cosmetic surgery was complete, Tommy would have a magnificent 9 incher, and would be having to fight off the girls - or boys, if that was his preference.

Tommy had hoped he would get a roommate who would be sympathetic, and wouldn't go shooting off his mouth about Tommy's condition. However, it wasn't long before even giggling girls were asking him if they could borrow his pencil, or a piece of string to tie up a parcel. He remained cheerful though, and sometimes responded by asking if they would like him to tickle their tonsils. That usually got rid of them, but occasionally one of the more brazen ones would say "Yes please!" Tommy cursed his roommate, Fred, who obviously hadn't been able to keep his mouth shut.

One Saturday afternoon Tommy went jogging, and afterwards wrapped a towel around his waist and went for a shower. When he returned to his room and opened the door he suddenly had a hood pulled over his head. He barely had time to see that there seemed to be several men in his room before everything went black. He then found himself being grabbed by his arms and legs and thrown to the ground. His towel was pulled off and he was then lying on his back, naked."What the fuck!," he yelled, struggling to free himself from the many pairs of hands that had him firmly in their grip.

"Save your strength," a muffled voice advised. "You'll never get free; and anyway, we're only here to help you with your cock problem."

"Oh no," thought Tommy, "they're going to cut some of it off."

"Dont worry, we're not going to perform any surgury. We've got a better way to shorten it. However, it might be a bit painful, We don't want you making any noise, so I'll have to gag you."

Tommy felt something being forced into his mouth, through the hood, and then tied behind his head. Then someone grabbed his cock in the middle and startes twirling it around. He tried to pull away from the interfering hand and said, "Mppfffh!"

"What's the matter. Don't you like that?" The voice now sounded mocking. "Well, here's something you'll like even less."

Tommy felt his cock being grasped behind the glans while another hand steadied it near the middle. Then he felt the front half of his cock being twisted about followed by a sharp forward pull on the head which caused agonizing pain. Tommy attempted to scream, but could only produce another "Mmmpppfffhh!" His cock was now released, but there was a dull throbbing pain in the middle of it.

The, by now hated, voice came again. "In case you haven't already guessed, I've tied a knot in your cock. Now it won't embarrass you by dangling below the leg of your shorts." He heard the door closing.

Tommy took stock of his situation. His arms and legs had been tied in an outstretched position, with his wrists and ankles raised off the ground. He was still gagged. There was no way he could attract attention. What was worse, he was starting to need to pee! He looked down at himself. His cock definitely had a knot in it It was starting to swell where the knot was, and except near the base, was turning a dark red color.

It was four hours before Fred returned from wherever he had gone, during which time Tommy could feel steadily mounting presure in his bladder. Finally the door opened and Fred called out, "How's it hangin', roomie. Shit! What the hell happened to you?"

Tommy was wildly shaking his head, making mmffph noises as Fred rushed over to remove his gag. "I've gotta pee, I've gotta pee" he shrieked. "Untie my hands!"

It was only after Fred did so that he noticed the knot in Tommy's cock..By this time Tommy was fumbling with his penis. "I can't get it undone and my bladder's going to burst." he cried.

"Well, we can always cut it off if you're really desperate."

"That's not funny! Now get me to a hospital!"

Fred finally realized the seriousness of the situation, and wasted no time driving Tommy to the nearest hospital with an ER. The doctor on duty took one look and said, "We're not going to get that untied anytime soon. We'll have to perform an urethrotomy." Seeing Tommy's blank look, he explained. "I'll make an incision into your urethra near the base of your penis, then insert a catheter and push it up into your bladder. It's not going to be too painful so I'll just give you a local anaesthetic. It was not long before Tommy started to feel a lessing of pressure in his bladder, and heard the gurgling of pee flowing into a urine collector.

"Now that the emergency is over, I'd like to hear what happened." comented the doctor. "It seems like a pretty drastic way to stop yourself from peeing your pants."

After Tommy explained what the unknown guys had done, the doctor told him that they wanted to admit him to the hospital while they decided what could be done to restore his cock to health. The next day, Tommy had to endure a lot of pushing and pulling and poking and prodding, along with questions like, "Does it hurt when I do this?"

Finally, the examinig surgeon, who had been joined by Tommy's own Dr. Masters reached a decision.

Dr. Masters spoke to Tommy, saying, "I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that they won't be calling you 'Pencil Dick' any more. The bad news is that they'll be calling you 'Dickless.'

Tommy fainted.

When he came round, his doctor aplogized. "That was not a nice way to put it. Actually it's not quite that bad. However, there has been too much damage to the erectile tissue in the area of the knot to be able to save that, even if we could untie the extremely tight knot.. Also, the section of your penis from the knot to the tip of the glans was deprived of blood for long enough for necrosis to set in. Otherwise we could have removed the knotted section and attempted to re-attach the front end to the base. However, it will not be a total penectomy. You will still have 2.5 to 3 inches. Long enough for you to be able to pee standing up.

"Big deal." thought Tommy, sadly.