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The war is going badly. Weve been involved in this fracas on one level or another for at least 100 years. Again and again, our leaders claim that we need the resources. Again and again, our children answer their call to greed. We chance everything to gain a nominal and transitory treasure, and spend handsomely of our most precious resource to do it. The toll has been so great that the concept of a volunteer army has become a concept of our grandfather's generation. Back in the early 21st century the armed forces did everything they could to attract the best, the brightest, and any willing living bullet stops to voluntary military service. We lost hundreds, then thousands and millions before parents began to urge their children to avoid military service. The military, in return, responded by paying our children to sacrifice their lives and bodies to the ongoing combat mill. Eventually, even the military could no longer afford the necessary cost required to convince anyone to join up on patriotic grounds alone. Those who still volunteered barely qualified as candidates. The military needed something, and they needed it quick. Losing the war because the army couldn't recruit our children wasn't an option. They needed fresh meat, and they always took what they couldn't get any other way. The army of the 21st century dusted off the good old draft, and our children started going to war again. The process was essentially the same as it was back in the 20th century. Then, as now, an arbitrary selection process filled our troop ships. The only difference between then and now is the age of our recruits, sixteen, and the method of our selection. The army needed a dynamic selection process. Using this, they needed to increase or decrease the number of incoming recruits in real-time. They also wanted to solve some other issues inherent to recruiting hormone driven sixteen-year-old males. Somebody, may they burn in hell, came up with the idea of natural selection based on physical attributes. These people somehow reasoned that well endowed males would generally be more aggressive, and therefore more suitable as warriors. So, these same people hired a few well-connected engineers to invent a device to select recruits based on physical attributes. The engineers didn't focus on intelligence, or muscle size, or speed: they focused on penis size. Specifically, the engineers 'discovered' a link between the volume of the erect male phallus and survivability in battle. Nobody ever released the studies that proved this link since battle casualty rates were protected by national security laws, but the premise was repeated enough that it eventually became fact by default. After several feasibility studies, the engineers went on to create a device officially dubbed Selective Service Device, Male but known popularly as 'The Cup'. The first models were crude, but they rapidly improved the design to increase selection accuracy and reduce discomfort among the draftees. The Cup is designed to carry out several simple tasks, and it does them very well. First, the device confirms the identity of the draftee. Second, the device communicates with the Selection Board to determine the current selection requirement. Third, the device measures the volume of the draftees penis at the moment of ejaculation, when the boys penis is at its largest. Fourth, the device determines selection or rejection of the draftee based on the volume measurement and the presence or absence of certain genetic abnormalities in the semen. Finally, the device will amputate the penis of any draftee deemed acceptable for the Selective Service program. This device, coupled with severe penalties for trying to avoid or manipulate the selection process, resulted in a steady stream of recruits to the five boot camps scattered around the nation. When the military required more recruits, the threshold of penis volume was adjusted downward. This of course, included a greater percentage of 16 year olds, resulting in increased 'recruitment'. The daily value of draftable penis volume was published in every newspaper much like a stock price. The daily value was printed on the front page in a box titled Selective Service Requirements'. The day my brother participated in the selection, the draft requirements were fairly high: 5,433/185cc. This is to say that the military needed slightly more than 5000 recruits for that day, and the lower limit on the Cups to be used that day would wirelessly be set to 185cc. Anyone with a penis filling a volume larger than 185cc would be drafted, losing their cock in the process. It's a good thing that my brother is a pencil dick! Boys approaching their 16th birthday read that number every day, even if they read nothing else in the newspaper. Today, the devices are distributed by mail to young males the day before their 16th birthday. They come in an innocent looking brown paperboard box with the boy's name on the front. Looking at the box, one might not guess what lies inside, but everyone knows. The packages are distributed and they inevitably arrive on time. Boys who don't receive a package on or before their 16th birthday are expected to call a processing center immediately, and a courier is dispatched with a package for the happy birthday boy. Males are expected to complete the selection process in a period of 7 days from their 16th birthday. Any attempt to avoid the selection process is harshly punished. Some guys choose to do their selection privately in their room. It is a family thing for others. Some guys let their girlfriends or boyfriends take care of everything. I even know a few kids who had parties. The Cup was sitting on the table right next to the cake, and the selection was performed as soon as the cake had been cut and the birthday boy had eaten his piece. Of the two parties I know, one boy was selected. I'm not sure which one was more disappointed- the one that went to war, or the one who lived. I know what the mailman has for me today. You see, I am turning 16 tomorrow, and I don't have a medical exclusion from the selection process. My package is literally 'in the mail'. I don't want to go to war, but I know that the penalty is more certain than the possibility of death if I am drafted. My friend Chase also turns 16 in two days. We have been very close all of our lives, partly because of what awaits us on Wednesday. We grew up together, potty-trained together, camped together and discovered masturbation together. We aren't gay or anything, but we have agreed to do our selection together with another friend of ours, Daniel, who turns 16 the same day as Chase. The only problem is that I will need to look at my box for two days until the time comes to put on my Cup. We are all three afraid of what probably will happen. Since 1.5 in three boys are drafted by selection, two of us will most likely be drafted. More than likely, we will all three be selected, and will have to report for duty two weeks after our 16th birthday. Weve talked about it, the three of us, and have agreed to do our selection ordered by numbered straws. Then, as we each finish, the next boy will put on his Cup in turn. We each stand to lose everything, or nothing at all. You see, the cups accomplish the task of drafting men most effectively. The cup is very good at detecting the volume of a penis and, according to it's programming, amputating it or allowing it to remain attached. The Cup only removes the penis of those who are drafted, testicles are left intact to continue the production of testosterone. Boys whose penises are amputated go to war while boys who remain whole go on to lives in college; fucking co-eds and having children. The benefit to the armed forces is that they gain recruits who are forcibly chaste, but not weakened by lower testosterone levels as a eunuch would be. Not incidentally, penectomized recruits are easily fitted for the CUS (Combat Urination System) that comes in the new uniforms. Just as an extra, cases of barracks rape are non-existent these days. The method utilizing the Cup is as arbitrary as any other method. Despite activists complaints, everyone agrees that use of the Cup is effective in providing sufficient recruits to our armed forces. The 20th century draft used a lottery system. In the middle ages, feudal lords took every able-bodied male. Who is to say that this is more or less unfair. Just the same, I would prefer that I not be selected. I could always volunteer, even now, and remain whole. I could hear Mom talking to someone at the door, and when I checked I saw the back of the postal uniform as the mailman turned away. There it is. I can see it when Mom sets it on the hall table. She pauses a moment, resting her hand on the dull brown pasteboard before walking back into the kitchen to prepare the dinner for tonight. I wonder what she is thinking. Thoughts like 'Is this going to take my son's manhood?' or 'Will I ever be a grandmother?' must surely be running through her heart. We have never discussed the coming draft, but I know that she is as worried as I am. Being drafted has recently been the equivalent of a death sentence. I could hear Mom clanking in the kitchen, so I snuck down the steps to retrieve my package. Grabbing it, I retreated back to my room to inspect this thing that could doom me or bless me in two days time. I was filled with a sense of revulsion at the purpose of the device in the box, but also with a sense of invulnerability regardless of the statistics. Every young male knows roughly what the Cup looks like, and roughly what it does. As I take my Cup from it's box I realize that the rumors only approximate the reality. Closer inspection is much more revealing and intimidating. The cylinder is approximately 12 inches long and 4 inches in diameter. It is made of a shiny plastic that is warm to the touch. The cylinder is mostly clear, while an inch on either end is made of some dull plastic. The inside of the cylinder is lined with a clear foam material that is supposed to feel like the lining of a vagina. The far end is equipped with a power cord and the near end is obviously intended for insertion. Even without the included pictorial instruction manual, I could easily determine that I was to insert my dick into the nicely padded hole in the cylinder end. I remember having a strange impulse to try it on right away. Caution won out over curiosity, a rare circumstance for which I was thankful once I read in the instructions that the entrance may only be penetrated once. None of the 'business' parts were visible. To the eye, the cylinder looked like a clear mailing tube with two grey caps and a plug. Even though you KNEW what the Cup was capable of doing, you couldn't look at it and tell how it was going to do it. The designers had done a good job of hiding it's sinister purpose. They succeeded in their intention of making the Cup look like an innocent toy, and actually appeal to it's intended victim. The instruction manual was simple enough. It used a combination of drawings and written instructions in English and Spanish to provide the young user with all the information he needed to participate in the draft. A help line number was printed in large red numbers on the front cover of the manual for those who just couldn't figure out the simple book or had additional questions. I read through the book from cover to cover, a project of about five minutes, while I held the Cup in my hand. Each time the instruction manual mentioned the Cup, or a control or button on the device, I would search it out. I guess I didn't want to have any questions on the big day. The thing was so simple a child could use it. Finally, not knowing what to do with it for the next two days I replaced it in it's box and stuffed it in the back of my closet. My orgasm was stronger that night than usual during my jerk-off sessions. I guess that had everything to do with my Cup being in my closet. I couldn't get the image of the thing out of my head as my hand slipped rapidly up and down my hard cock. Just thinking about putting my dick into that cold machine brought me to a shuddering orgasm, my first of a busy evening. My birthday was mostly uneventful. I checked the recruitment values before I went downstairs and was a bit worried that the values on my birthday were 4,655/180cc. I know that numbers like that put my cock at risk. Hopefully, the volume number will increase by tomorrow when I stick my cock into my Cup. I jerked off again really quick, cleaned up and then got dressed to go downstairs for my birthday party. All of the guests knew what I must do in the next week, and there was some sympathy. Bill, a cousin, wanted to know if I had any questions. I knew that he had not been drafted. Of course, anyone who had been drafted generally went away, never to come home unless they were in a body bag. Mom briefly tried to talk me into doing my selection during the party 'surrounded by family'. I guess she thought that would make it easier for me. For my part, there was NO way that I was going to strip in front of all of those people. My cousin Sally had been trying for three years to get into my pants, and I could tell that she was hoping I might whip out the Cup for a little entertainment sometime in the evening. I just couldnt bear the thought that she would see me naked, or possibly lose my cock to the device while she was watching. Thankfully, all the guests left for home soon enough. Chase and Daniel discreetly told me before they left that their Cups had arrived that morning. Chase said that his parents had agreed to leave the house tomorrow so we made arrangements to meet there at 10:00 the next day and I wished them a good night as they walked out the front door. Mom asked me again if I had any questions before I went to bed. I think she was prepared to help me with my selection, but was secretly relieved that she didn't have to. Her concern was genuine, so I told her that I didn't have any questions, told her I loved her and went up to bed. My dreams that night were filled with images of army men chasing boys with machetes. The next morning found me at Chase's house with my Cup. Daniel arrived a few minutes after me with his girlfriend in tow. I was a little freaked out about Sara since it was obvious that she intended to be in the room with us during our selection, and she would probably see at least one of us lose our cock. I think Chad thought it was kind of cool though and the four of us had been friends for years so I gave in and agreed to let her stay. We didn't see any sense in waiting around, so we all went up to the bonus room above Chase's garage and unpacked our Cups. Setting them on the coffee table, the four of us sat and stared at them for a few moments. All four of us knew what it might mean to us individually, but we had long ago accepted the inevitability of today. The three Cups looked exactly alike except for the name printed on the label near the plug. I had never known that Daniel's middle name was 'Obidiah', and the four of us laughing about that broke the ice enough that we could get down to serious business. We had agreed to do our selections according to numbered straws. Sara arranged the straws in her hand so that the numbers were hidden, and then allowed each of us to draw the order of our selection. Chase chose the number 2 first, followed by Daniel choosing number 1. That left me as the third to do the selection. I hoped that I wouldn't be the first to lose my penis. Of course, I hoped that none of us lost our cock today, but the odds were against us. Chase asked if anybody had looked up the selection requirement numbers today. Nobody had, so we took a moment to go online and find the daily advertisement. Unfortunately, the numbers on the day of our selection were not promising. As advertised, I was sure that I was in for the chop. The site listed today's numbers at 6,211/176ccs, which was the highest that I had seen it this year. I knew that my cock was roughly 177ccs or about three-quarters of a cup of blood, flesh, nerves and sperm when erect. Since we had been friends so long I knew that Daniel was slightly larger than I was when he was hard, and that Chase was about the same volume, but longer and thinner. I seriously wondered if any of us would remain intact after today with the lower limit set as low as it was. As I looked around, I could sense the other guys' apprehension as well. We all knew what such a low limit likely meant. Unless the Cup took into account some unknown genetic factors, we were all likely in for the chop today. Daniel quickly tapped in a search term for cup penectomy mechanism. We had each been very curious, but none of us had the courage to actually research the way in which our penis would be removed if we should be drafted. The first ten returns of 2655 were obviously crap. The next return talked about some type of laser and seemed to be plausible enough on the surface. The 12th article in the search list discussed amputation of a flesh appendage using a thin, hot, cautery wire. This also seemed like it might possibly be accurate. The article, and its pictures, did serve the purpose of convincing us that we didnt really want to know the method of death our cocks would suffer. Our curiosity satisfied, we all looked at each other, unsure how to start. Sara nervously picked up one of the instruction manuals, and turning to page one began to read aloud. "1. The draftee should remove his clothing and place it neatly folded on a table or at the foot of the bed where he will perform his selection". Sara looked expectantly at Daniel who, gulping, stood up and began to shuck his shoes and socks. Daniel quickly added his shirt and shorts to the growing pile of un-neatly wadded clothes on the floor. He then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down and forward over his obvious erection. All eyes were on his manhood as he stepped out of his boxers. Sara was obviously admiring her boyfriend, while Chase and I wondered if Dan's large penis would still be attached in a few minutes. My friend Daniel has nothing to be ashamed of. As I have said, he is endowed slightly better than most of the boys in my class. However, today that won't be an advantage. I was still a little jealous looking at Dan's cock sticking out from his thin patch of light brown pubic hair. It was beautifully shaped, round in cross section with a large flared mushroom head on the circumcised tip. Dan's penis was an arrow-straight tool about seven inches long from the point where it joined his flat abdomen. The glans was slightly purple today with engorged blood, and the eye glistened slightly as Dan's precum started to flow. Dan had told us that he and Sara had refrained from fucking for at least a week. He had heard that more sperm volume had certain benefits for draftees during their selection. I imagined a week's worth of sperm saved up in Dan's balls as they hung there in his sack. I knew that his balls were not at risk, but I still wondered what it would be like for him if he lost his cock today. I could imagine the knife or whatever chopping the cock at the very base, but I couldn't imagine what Daniel or Sara would do if that actually happened. I am sure the frustration of having full balls and no way to relieve the pressure because of a missing cock would be too much to bear for long. Just for myself, I couldn't even keep from having an orgasm at least once a day, much less a lifetime. Sara inspected her boyfriend once and then continued with the next instruction: "2. Insert plug of device into power outlet. Allow unit to initialize before proceeding with instructions. The unit has initialized when the information screen reads "Insert"." Daniel picked up his Cup and moving to the wall, inserted the power plug into an outlet. The indicator light on the Cup lit yellow, then green as it powered up to do it's terrible duty. Daniel's erection still raged as he stood there holding the Cup waiting on the information screen to tell him to penectomize himself. When the screen displayed the word "Insert", the device chimed slightly. Daniel looked at Sara, awaiting her next instruction. Since I had read ahead, I knew what was next, but I could tell that Daniel had no clue that his time was up. Sara was looking at Daniel's penis as she repeated the third and final instruction from memory. She slightly licked her dry lips before continuing: "3. Insert erect penis fully into the unit through orifice marked 'Insert Here'. The unit will perform an initial identification test. Upon confirmation of identity, the unit will administer a quick-acting anesthetic. WARNING! Do not withdraw the draftee's penis after this point. The unit is equipped with sufficient anesthetic for a single selection only. Withdrawal and delayed re-insertion may result in significant pain for the successful draftee. A mildly erotic film or literature may be appropriate at this point to assist the draftee to perform adequately. " Sara paused and asked Chase if he had anything like that to help us today. Of course Chase, being from a prudish family, had nothing of the sort so Sara offered to strip down so we could look at her to help us perform. I didn't have any argument since Sara is about as close to a dream chick as anyone could be. Who knows, it might the last sexual satisfaction any of us might have. Sara undressed and then, standing naked in front of a obviously overheated Daniel, read instruction three again starting from the point she left off. "The draftee is to keep his erect penis fully inserted inside the unit until the test is complete. Orgasm will immediately be followed by the test results. The information screen will display the results of the selection test. Succesful draftees shall immediately be collected for inprocessing at a boot camp facility. " Sara flipped the instruction page, and seeing that there were no further instructions. Put the book down on the table before turning back to Daniel. Imagine the scene. Chase and I, fully clothed were watching a very erotic show of a girl and boy who had been intimate with each other before. Facing each other, they were undertaking this very personal and intimate task that might carry life-altering consequences. Daniel obviously wasn't sure how to proceed beyond knowing that he had to insert his raging cock into the end of the clear cylinder. You could practically taste the fear as Daniel stood there, holding the cylinder in his hand and staring at the furry patch between Sara's legs. It was clear that he wanted to fuck her- not some machine that was likely to chop his dick off. Sara, for her part, was unsure what to do with herself. She spread her legs for Daniel and then, realizing that she had made it harder for him to see her parts, lay down on the couch and allowed her legs to fall open to reveal her swollen labia to all of us. When Daniel didn't move to insert his dick into the Cup, Sara reached out and lightly grasped his fingers, drawing him to her. Sara took the Cup from Daniel and placed it at an angle holding it between her thighs. I suddenly realized what she intended to do as she guided Daniel into position over her. Grabbing the head of his cock, Sara guided it to the entrance of the Cup. Then, grabbing a buttock in each hand, she roughly pulled Daniel to her- burying his manhood balls-deep into the device. Daniel panicked as he realized his dick was fully inserted in the Cup. Chase was looking a little panicked too as we saw the reflection of some lights inside the unit briefly illuminate Dans inserted cock. The clear plastic didn't do much to hide Daniel's penis from our view. We could clearly see the whole thing except for the extreme base right up against his body. The grey plastic ring that contained the penectomy tools hid that part of Dans shaft. Sara's strong yank had fully inserted Daniel's penis into the machine and only a few moments went by before an artificial voice calmly announced that Daniel's identify was confirmed. A moment after that Daniel yelped and Sara struggled to keep his penis inserted into the machine as he fought to withdraw. Obviously he didn't expect the anesthetic to be administered using needles, but he quickly calmed down as Sara whispered in his ear and stroked his butt to urge him to begin thrusting. Chase was obviously terrified having watched Daniel's first minute inside the machine. I was oddly grateful for the experience. I thought that knowing something of what was going to happen to me might be a boost to my hopes of keeping my cock. Daniel was, by now, getting into his thrusting. The movement obviously came naturally to him after all of his experience with Sara. For her part, the sensations of her boyfriend on top of her were producing an interesting effect. She was gasping and panting along with him as he kneaded her breasts and stroked her flanks. Daniel's ball sack was pulling up as he neared his orgasm, but I couldn't see any evidence that the machine was preparing to either draft Daniel or reject him. A few moments more, five or ten thrusts only, and Daniel was suddenly screaming out his first orgasm in a week. We could see the clear tube filling with the white semen as it splashed inside the Cup. After the third spurt of semen, Daniel suddenly went rigid, and then began to scream as he realized that his penis was locked into the device. The machine calmly announced that Daniel had been accepted for the draft based on the daily requirements, but had been rejected due to unspecified genetic abnormalities. The information screen displayed a curt "Rejected" message before the status light flashed red twice and powered off. Daniel practically yanked the device off of his still-hard seven inch cock. I remember thinking that Daniel must be the luckiest guy in the world, and suddenly regretted not refraining from orgasms for a week like Daniel. Looking at Chase, I could see some glimmer of hope there. Chase was convinced like I was that he was in for the chop based on the numbers alone. We both felt better now, knowing that the test was something more than just size alone. Sara grasped Daniel's package tightly and drew him into a kiss before releasing him to stand, emotionally relieved and obviously desperately eager for a real fuck. While the two of them passionately kissed and groped each other, Chase and I examined our friend's still-erect penis for any damage whatsoever. Chase discovered the injection points at the very base of Daniel's cock, and I discovered what appeared to be a slightly red ring around the base of his penis just beyond the injection points. I wondered if that ring had been produced by whatever it is that actually chops a cock- but Chase couldn't see the mark and I didn't push it any further. We were all thrilled for Daniel, but we had to remind the two of them rather forcibly that their fucking would have to wait because we had two more selections to do. The reminder that at least one of us probably would lose our cock today seemed to calm their passion for each other, if only temporarily. If it had to be anyone, I still hoped it was Chase. Daniel was all encouragement now. He spouted on and on about how great the Cup felt once you got going. He described how it was warm and soft, and seemed to be just the right slickness. Daniel said that the injection was a surprise, but now we all knew to expect it once the Cup identified us. Of course, I didn't relish having two needles plunged into my dick, but I presumed that slight discomfort was preferable to feeling everything- should the worst happen. About that time, Chase realized it was his turn. Daniel and Sara and I were all quietly staring at Chase, forcing him to come crashing back to reality in the sudden silence. Sara, still nude, offered to read the instructions again for Chase, but he declined, saying it wasn't necessary, and that "Any moron with a dick would know what to do". Chase didn't have to strip off as much since we were in his house. While Daniel, Sara and I had dressed to go out, Chase had dressed comfortably. He only had on an old pair of boardies and a sleeveless T-shirt. These two items reluctantly joined Daniel's pile of discarded clothes. Chase looked absolutely terrified standing there in only his Joe Boxer underwear, but he was obviously aroused by the experience as well. The front of his boxers were tented quite significantly from his erection, but I wondered from his hesitation if Chase was going to be able to strip off the rest of the way. Sara, bless her, stepped in to save the day. Leaving Daniel, she stood in front of Chase and whispered encouraging words to him in her warm way. The erotic stimulation of her nudity, or her words evidently calmed him, but did not convince Chase to drop his underwear so the selection could continue. Sara brushed her fingertips across the tented fabric of Chase's boxers as she whispered more encouragement to Chase. Evidently angered by her attempt, Chase whispered something fiercely back at her, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. Whatever Chase might have said, Sara turned on her heel and walked to where I was standing. The swaying motion of Saras breasts was intoxicating as she walked toward me. My boner, hard already, nearly popped the snaps on my jeans at her erotic approach. I couldn't decide where to look since I was equally interested in her breasts with the puffy nipples and the patch of pubic fur between her legs. Her carefully shaved patch was alternately revealed and obscured as she walked, but I was quickly distracted by the look on her face and my sudden guilt at perving on my friends girl. I could tell Sara was worried by her expression, and I assumed that she was worried about my response to what she was about to say. It was then, I think, that I realized I was the only one in the room still fully clothed. Sara and Daniel were naked and smelling of sex and Chases boxers looked as if they were barely containing his rigidly erect penis. The smiley face printed on the fabric was tented to look as if it may be in need of a serious rhinoplasty. Reaching me, Sara stood on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. The touch of her nipple on me was like fire, but as she whispered I realized the depth of Chase's terror. There was no question that we would face the selection sometime in the next few days, and we had all agreed that today was the day. We had all thought Daniel would be chopped, but we were all relieved that he had been rejected. However, statistics said that either Chase or I, or perhaps both, stood to lose our cocks today. Those odds evidently troubled Chase to the point that he could go no further. To help, Sara suggested that I strip off now and do my selection with Chase as a way to strengthen his resolve, and perhaps mine. I remember thinking 'what the hell? Why not?' to Sara's suggestion. What difference would ten minutes make? I still hoped that Chase got the chop rather than me, but I could do this. It isn't like we hadn't seen each other hard, or even jerk off before. Ok- so Sara hadn't seen us hard yet, but she was evidently about to. I was secretly glad that she was in the room with us, and her continued nudity remained very erotic to a sixteen year old boy. As my answer I stepped on the heel of my shoes and pulled my socks off of my feet. Barefoot now, I stripped my shirt over my head. I dropped my left hand to the snap on my shorts, and flipping that, pulled the zipper tab down until my shorts slid down my legs. I was wearing my customary black boxers so I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and waited for Chase to do the same before we both pulled our shorts off at the same time. Naked now, Chase and I stood up together and stepped away from our clothes. Everyone was nude now as we stood around the bonus room over Chase's garage. Imagine the scene; four nude teenagers and enough hormones to drown a nun. All the messages were subliminal, silent words borne by scent, visual erection of nipples and cocks, and dry lips. For those first few moments, the room was completely silent as everyone evaluated the two newly revealed male penises. We all knew that both cocks were in jeopardy, but the owners had some hope that they would survive this day intact. Even though we all had seen Chase naked before, I took this opportunity to inspect his goodies one last time. Chase was a tall and thin blond, and his cock was a perfect complement to this. The shaft was long and fairly narrow with a fat, long head set on the tip. Chase had not been circumcised so his foreskin covered the ridge along the back of the glans, leaving only the tip of the pink glans and eye exposed. His manly parts were surrounded by a fine bush of dark blond hair, and his large testicles were suspended in their soft sack beneath his erect pole. The skin on Chase's scrotum crawled slightly in the cool air and we could see his penis twitch quickly to his heartbeat. On one of the twitches, a drop of precum was shaken loose and we all clearly heard the plop as it fell to the floor. My penis was also the subject of some inspection. I saw Sara looking back and forth between my dick and Chases. I wonder if she was comparing the size, or if she was fantasizing about having one or the other of us inside her. I know that I would have certainly volunteered if she had asked. She need only have asked- and convinced Daniel to let me do her. Daniel seemed to be more interested in Chase than me. His eyes briefly took in my erection and tracked down to my scrotum, but he quickly looked away to inspect Chases manhood quite intently. I admit that I believed Chase was the more beautiful of the two. My cock was plain, circumcised and average-sized. My pubes were the standard brown, and my balls were pecan sized and hanging in an average bag. I knew that Chase was still a virgin because of his family's beliefs, but he was obviously interested in Sara since his eyes barely left her feminine attractions except to briefly look at my penis. If he remained intact after today, I was sure that Chase would make several women very happy with the tool that he carried between his legs. Im a virgin too, not having had enough courage to get a girl to sleep with me. Of course, I hoped to sink my dick into a willing cunt as soon as I could if I managed to somehow keep my penis today. Knowing that we were in roughly equal jeopardy evidently gave Chase some courage because he grabbed his cup from the table and handed mine to me saying that we should probably get busy. He seemed very rushed now to finish the selection, realizing I guess that the fastest way to solve his problem was to go through it. I guess I agree, knowing that in ten minutes we will likely know how all this turns out. I accepted the device from Chase, knowing that this bit of innocent looking hardware might change my life forever. I was nervous; sure I didnt want to continue, but resigned to my fate. Sara and Daniel were still alternately looking at my genitals and Chases, but now I have to put their attentions out of my head. Resigned, I sat down on the couch next to Chase, close enough to jerk him off as we had done many times in the past. Sara plugged our cups into the outlet under the lamp and we all four waited while the devices initialized. All too soon, both cups were displaying an Insert message on the display. Seated on the couch, I could feel the leather begin to warm beneath my bare buttocks. My balls were relaxed now and hanging low in their sack to the point where they rested lightly on the leather between my legs. I could feel my sex rising, preparing for the chore at hand. Chase and I each had our cocks gripped in our right hands with the Cups upended over them. We exchanged glances briefly, taking some strength from our brotherhood and shared circumstance, before we both simultaneously crammed our Cups onto our erections. As my dick stabbed into the warm, wet cylinder I felt myself cringing from the sensation and pushing my butt deeper into the soft leather couch. The feeling is almost indescribable; the cylinder was slick inside, not wet- but not dry either. Warm, like a living body might be. The soft lining pressed in on my penis almost like I was squeezing it. There was something else too; a slight vacuum teased the head of my cock. Regardless, the sensations were very much like I imagined a womans pussy to be. My penis was, if possible, harder than it had ever been in my life. Chase, on the other hand, actually rose up slightly to meet the greedy device, flexing his buttocks slightly and arching his back as he lost his virginity to a machine. We both paused as we bottomed out in our Cups. It was hardly a moment before Chases device confirmed his identity followed immediately by my Cup. Then our anesthetic was administered almost simultaneously. I heard Chase gasp and recognized my own quick exhalation as the silent needles punctured our cocks at the 10 oclock and 2 oclock positions. My penis seemed to go dull immediately, but the sensation and need to fuck the device overwhelmed the slight pain caused by the injections. As I began the age-old instinct to perpetuate the species, my pleasure increased to the point where Chase and I were both began thrusting rapidly and powerfully into the cylinders. I was close, and I could tell that Chase was equally ready, when Sara surprised us both by grasping both of the cylinders with her pretty little hands. I could look past her manicured fingernails and clearly see my cock and Chases cock inside the clear plastic cylinder. We were both too far gone to protest Saras action, so we both continued our thrusting while we alternated between squeezing Saras breasts and fingering her pussy. It was only a few seconds more before I felt my sperm rising to the point of no return. I grunted powerfully as the first streams pumped against the end of my Cup. Chase was trying to hold back his orgasm, but seeing me, he lost all his control and began to pump out his semen as well. There we were; two 16 year old boys, cocks pumping our essence into clear cylinders held by one of the most beautiful girls in school. It was simply impossible to hold anything back. Chase suddenly went rigid much like Daniel had, and then began to scream as he realized that his penis was locked into the device. A moment later my device locked my cock in place also with a combination of crushing pressure all-the-way around the base of my shaft, and greatly increased suction holding the cup to my crotch. The Cups seemed to take forever to ponder our fate before announcing that we had both been accepted by the selective service. The machine then calmly informed us that our modification was already underway to make us suitable for service, and that we should remain calm until the procedure was complete. What a way to tell a sixteen year-old boy that you were about to chop off his precious cock. Chase spent a few futile moments trying to yank the device off of his penis before bending over to watch his modification taking place through the clear tube walls. Im not sure he stopped protesting or screaming the whole time. I could see my cock through the wall of my Cup as well. Sara and Daniel were both watching intently as well. I could feel an immense pressure at the base of my shaft where the cylinder squeezed in, but the rest of my cock had gone effectively numb. I thought that I might have smelled a hint of burned flesh, and perhaps a moment of heat against my groin, but I may be mistaken. The vacuum had managed to make my penis as erect as it could get, and I couldnt believe that I would never get to touch it or jack it again. I again smelled the burning scent and felt an odd detachment about the time that Sara gasped and dropped my cylinder to the floor with my fully erect penis still clearly visible inside it. She released Chases cylinder at the same time, and it hung, suspended on his cock for a moment until it too dropped to the floor with its gruesome cargo. And that is the story of my draft. After my three weeks of boot camp, I reported for duty in the South American conflict. I write home often, and I receive a letter at least twice a week from somebody at home. Sara and Daniel are married now. I think they conceived on the evening of the selection. Chase graduated from Boot at the same time I did, but survived for only three days on the African front before being killed by a local tribal warlord. A message was left with the body saying that this male was unnatural in Gods eyes, and had been killed for the sins of his people. Of course, I dont know if the message referred to Chases lack of a penis, or to the war in general, as the sin being punished. |