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The Cock Shop In Memory of BBoy, and with compliments to Zoroaster My names Alfred, Alfred Higgins, and I have one of the larger dick shops in New York City. Mine's called "The Cock Shop," and it's located just off 42nd Street, and it's been there a while. Hell, my father opened it right after the first Tool was invented in July of 2196. Yeah, business has never been better. I rent cocks, and sell them too. I also have a good selection of full scrotums, and while they arent in the same demand as cocks they still rent well and there is a good profit in them. But its the cocks that are in the biggest demand, and I rent a lot of them and its the mainstay of my business. Right now I'm running about four hundred dicks, and about a hundred nut sacs. My shop, like the other shops in the city, mostly have packaged sets from older men, but I've got some state connections and so I get more than my share of younger sets and that keeps the money moving and things are good because of it. The young cocks bring in the real money, and right now I'm getting in new young, hard cocks, several times a day. I'm open from 8am to 5pm, six days a week, and I stay busy either taking them in or renting them out every hour that I'm open. The key to the whole business was the Tool, or LARGST as it is officially called. Technically, it's called a Laser Attachment Reattachment Genital Separation Tool, but everyone just calls it the Tool, and while you have to have a license to operate one, its not rocket science and its easy to operate. They are expensive as hell though, so there arent that many shops in the country even, and never will be either. With one of the newer Tools, like mine, you can take a cock off in under a second, or put it back on again in just about the same amount of time. Balls are even faster. Its the perfect tool, and it does what it's designed to do and it is the Tool of course that is the key to my entire business. Early Morning I'm glad you are here, and it will be a pleasure to show you around and share a day with you. Monday's are my favorites, although Friday afternoons are always the busiest, with lots of men wanting a cock to rent for the weekend. Whoa...excuse me, but that bell on the door means I have work to do! My first customers on Monday mornings are usually the teenager delinquents, who have been waiting all weekend to see me, even if the waiting wasn't exactly their own personal choice. "Hello officers! What have we today?" I say, grinning as I look at the three charges sulking beside the police officers. The cops bring me them every morning, sometimes one or two, but occasionally even more. So, I have three this morning, and as I look over their paperwork I can't help but smile. The first one's just fourteen, caught shoplifting, and I'll have his cock for the next three months. Its a tough sentence for stealing two candy bars, but hopefully it will teach him a lesson and his pole will be good for my business. The second boy is seventeen, a high school senior, and I'm getting his package, balls and all, and for a one year period. That makes me smile, even if the kid is bummed. His paperwork says CONVICTION: GRAND THEFT, and I look at the cop and he says "He's quite the thief. He was hitting cars and homes, and had quite a collection of goods in his bedroom when we caught him. He's getting off easy, because he's a juvenile. I laugh....perhaps he is, but the thought occurs to me that he's not gonna be getting off at all after I get done with him! The third youth I like immediately. This one is a red head, and according to his paperwork he's sixteen and is in here for assault. I want to thank the judge, as he's given me this boy's balls for the next six months. The cop says "He keeps beating up other kids, and the judge says a half a year without his nuts might calm him down. Guess we will see." I love my job. I'm gay, so working with dicks all day is a great job to have, and it's fun to take care of them and to make a living off of them. I am proud of my collection, and my store, and its a well run, respected business, and I've got a good reputation. I stand behind my dicks, and if there is a problem with one or it doesnt perform to expectations, then I refund the money for the rental no questions asked. It was my father's policy, and its part of the reason that my business is booming. I look at the boys, and it's obvious they aren't' too happy to be here. I feel for them, but their young organs will rent well, and I'll make a good profit with their misfortune. I turn to them and then I say "Well lads, before we get this done, if any of you want a last wank, it is OK with me. I don't think the cops will mind, although they will have to watch you as you can't be left unsupervised until we have done the removal. Still, I was a teenager once, so if you feel the need then it's OK with me. Just make sure that you don't hurt the merchandise. Any takers?" The cops grin, and the boy's blush. Even so, two of them raise their hands, and I motion to the cops and they escort them to the bathroom to do their thing. I sometimes will go and watch, just because it's fun to see, and yet I don't. A lady has come into the store with another teenage boy at her side, so I decide to get things moving as I don't want to fall too far behind. I get the Tool, and the third cop motions for the red headed boy, the one that is here because of his male aggression, and who has elected not to jerk his pole. As I look as his freckled face I have the thought that by nightfall he'll wish he had taken me up on the offer to jerk his meat. He comes, as he has to, and I take him behind the counter. My counter is high, which hides things well, and there is a least a little privacy although it's not isolated from the rest of the store by any means. When I am in the back area, doing a boy, all you can see is the top of my shoulders and my head, so it's at least semi private and that's where I do them. I have a restraint device chair against the counter, but he doesnt require it. I unbuckle his belt, and slide down his pants and boxer shorts, and the lads big pole almost jumps up at me. He's got a thick cock, and a thick red bush of pubic hair to go with it. I heft his big sack of nuts, and then I give his pole a few tugs. It stiffens some, and I note the boy has an eager pole. Yeah, its a nice cock...very nice. Well, too bad....I wish I could take it too because that's where the money is. Oh well. I look at the boy, and grab his scrotum, pulling down on it as I look at the boy. Remember his name from the paperwork, I then say: "Johnny....that is your name, right?" He nods, his face red with the humiliation of losing his balls. I slip the circular ring of the tool over his nuts, and bring it up high, right against his body. Then I say "OK kid...this won't really hurt....just a sharp little jolt and it's done. Don't move." I press the trigger, and the Tool's circular ring turns florescent blue, and the boy's balls drop into my hand. He gasps as it happens, and then he looks down and his castration is over. I say "You did great....you can pull up your pants now, and I'll see you in six months. In the meantime, I'll take good care of them." He looks so dejected. The loss of testosterone will start to have its effects immediately, and before a few days have passed his eager cock won't quite be so eager anymore. I feel for the kid, but he'll get used to it, and hopefully the embarrassment of his friends knowing he's ballless will drive home the point that settling things with his fists is a bad idea. If he has a girl friend, she'll have found another guy long before he sees me again. I quickly enter his data into the computer, and it spits out a label, which I set under his balls as I place them in the case. By this time the two other teenagers are back from the bathroom, the two cops grinning at their sides. The boy's both have red faces now, flushed red the way they are after a boy has just masturbated and someone has watched them do it. I motion for the seventeen year old to come behind the counter, and I can see he starts to hesitate and then changes his mind. He knows its going to happen, one way or the other, and it is pretty rare that the cops will have to strap them down. I have the boy lower his own pants, and his face flushes even a brighter red when he does. His cock is still big, from his recent orgasm, and I can see the end is wet with the remains of his load still dripping out the tip. His pole is slowly coming down from his erection, but it's still engorged with blood and is a big pole and has a thickness to it that makes him look more mature than he is. I pick up the Tool, and using my thumb I roll out the knobbed ring to expand the circular part of the tool and set it to a size that will accommodate his full package. I then slide everything the boy owns through the ring, and the boy stares down at it while I'm doing that. I say to him: "Look away.....this may sting for a second, but it won't last long." The boy looks across the store, where the next boy, waiting his turn, is staring back at him. I press the button. It is done in just a few seconds, and I am holding his nuts and dripping cock in my hand. They came off together, but the Tool separated them out as it removed them, so now I have his cock and his balls, each an individual item. I set his nuts below his cock in a display box, and then place the glass covered container in the main display case under the counter. I activate the coolant system in the case, and after that it is done and his manhood is now on display, ready for a customer to make the purchase. As the boy pulls up his pants with a look of horror on his face, I enter his data into the computer and then it spits out the label. I set it under his package, and then close the case. "FOR RENT: Cock and Balls, 17 Y, S, $U 200; 17MAR2216. 493821" He gasps. Then he says "What does that mean?" I look at him and smile. Then I answer: "It says its a complete package, from a 17 year old male, and that it was removed 'satisfied', which basically means that you, its original owner, jerked off before I removed it. It will rent for two hundred units per day, and it's available for rental until next year, on this date. The last number is just a tracking number, and it identifies this package as yours." The kid can't believe it. I laugh at his expression, and then his face goes white as his hands feel the smoothness in the front of his pants. He's been totally unmanned, and he won't have the feel of a dick for a full year. Worse for him, his nuts are no longer his for now, and so for the most part his growth spurt through puberty will stop until he gets them back. That should teach him! I look at the fourteen year old, and he's scared shitless. I grin. He doesnt want to come, but he does, and as he steps behind the counter he's totally embarrassed. I like him, and he's cute as hell. I lower his pants for him, just because I want to, and I see his package and it's obvious he's just into puberty. Still, his cock tip is wet, slick form his load of cream he spit out for the cop, and I pick up his dick and lift it up to check its length. I slide it through the ring on the tool, and then click the ring closed until it is at its minimum setting. I rub my thumb over the end of it, and I can tell it's still very sensitive, the nerve endings still over stimulated from his recent orgasm. Even so, the boy's young cock lengthens. Even though it starts to grow erect, it's still the cock of a boy for the most part, thin and long, and I can't help but notice that it is hanging under a sparse bush. It is not much as cocks go, and won't bring me much income. Still, he's lost it for shoplifting, and as I have that though I press the button and take it from him. He shudders, and stares down then in disbelief. He's still got his nuts, and they will feed him with desire and his growth through puberty won't be affected. By tonight he'll be aching for his dick, and within a few days not having it will start to drive him insane. Three months without a dick is a tough sentence for a young male, especially when he's still got his balls. This kid will be so horny by the time I see him next that I know he won't be late to pick it up. I enter his data, as he pulls up his pants, and as the machine spits out a label I set his dick in its place. "FOR RENT: Cock, 14 Y, S, $U 150; 17JUN2215. 564860" The cops laugh, and wave, and then they walk out the door and leave the neutered boys to do what they want. Their sentence has been carried out, and they leave then, in disbelief really, the realization that their manhood is now mine and they can't do anything about it until the months pass and they can get their stuff back. As the boys leave the store, I look to the woman then, and her son, and then I say "I'm sorry Madame, what can I do for you?" She looks at her boy, and then back at me, and she says "I've had it with him. He won't mind me, and I keep catching him with pictures of women. I know he is playing with himself, and I warned him that the next time he did I'd have his penis removed until he got himself under control. The boy is just not listening to me at home, and he won't do as he is told and he talks back to me all the time. I need to show him who is in control, and I want him to be without his penis for a while." I look at the boy. "How old is he?" "Henry's thirteen. Just thirteen. How much do you give for a boy's cock?" I look at her, and the boy, and the boy's face is red and he's so humiliated it is obvious. I say to the lady: "Well....I might suggest that you let him keep it. His behavior is pretty normal for an adolescent, and I would think...." "NO! I don't want him to have it. I'm his mother, and I will decide when he can have it back. If he behaves himself, and is nice to me and does his chores, then I'll let him have it, but if he doesnt, then you'll have it for as long as is necessary. He's just like his father, and that son of a bitch didn't deserve his cock. If my son wants his penis, he'll need to behave himself! So, how much do I get for it?" I shrug my shoulders. Too bad for the kid. I look at the kid, and motion for him to come behind the counter. As I do that, I say "Let me look, and then I'll give you the value. A young one isn't worth as much as one that is sexually mature." I unsnap the boy's jeans, and slide down his shorts. His cock is bigger than I thought it would be, and his nuts too have started to fill his bag. Still, its a boy's dick, and he's only started his journey into manhood. I notice then the wisp of a mustache on his upper lip. He's got a sparse mound of pubic hair, typical for a thirteen year old boy. He's definitely started becoming a man. I heft his rod, and it grows a little thicker and then lengthens in my fist. In less than thirty seconds, he's got a full stiffy, and it juts out a good five inches, thin though but eager. The boy's face is red, but his mother can't see behind the counter so she isn't aware of her son's erection. I skin the foreskin back, and examine the little purple head of his dick. The kids got a nice pole and in a few years it will be something to be proud of. I look at her, and say: "I can give you one hundred units a week. Another shop might give you more though, but I don't need any more pubescent dicks." She nods her head, and grins. Then she says "You can have it for six months....maybe longer. I could use a few thousand right now." I look at the boy, and his face is white. I heft his dick, and slide the ring of the Tool over it. He is looking down at his pole, the very essence of him and the most important thing in his life, and I can see the tears in his eyes. The end of his cock is dripping, and it's obvious to my well practiced eyes that he would like to jerk it. Of course, with his mom there, thats not even something worth bringing up. I look at her, and, feeling for the kid, I say "I will only take if for a month, maximum. A growing teenager needs his cock, so a month is the maximum period at any given time. Besides, it won't grow in the case, so you don't want to leave it off of him for too long. After you give it back to him, you can always pawn it again, but he'll need to keep it on at least a month between periods, otherwise it requires a report to Central. Today I can give you four hundred units, but that's all." She nods her head, and then she says "Well...OK. If he behaves himself I'll let him have it back." I nod to her, and then, looking down at his dick, I press the button. The boy's stiff cock comes off clean, and he jumps as he feels the zap. He reaches down, in disbelief, and then he stares at his cock as I put his cute little boner into a glass covered case. His mom sees his pole then for the first time, and I think the size of it surprises her, even though it definitely still has a ways to go. She gasps, and says "I had no idea he had THAT between his legs!" The kid's face go beet red. I feel sorry for him. He's frustrated already, and his pole is eager, and I know by tonight the boy will be freaking out. I look to the woman and say "A boy's cock is very important to him. If he behaves himself, I would not make him wait a month. His behavior change is what you want, so if he gives that to you I would suggest you give him back his rod." She nods, looking at the stiff pole as I set it on the counter and open the case that will receive it. She can't take her eyes off of it. Then she says "Well....sure. If he cleans his room and does what he's told, then you can put it back on him. If not, then he'll have to learn to grow up without it." The boy's eyes are wide open. I look at the youth, and I know with certainty that his behavior will soon be taking a drastic turn for the better. I figure I might even see him back within just a few days. I hope so. His cock looks good in the case, and even though it was young, it is stiff, and eager, and I figure I'll probably have it rented before the day is out. There is always some man that wants to relive his teenage years. I label it " FOR RENT: Cock, 13 Y, NS, $U 200; 17APR2215. 854002." The NS stood for 'not satisfied' which meant it hadn't been jacked in a while. It was worth slightly more that way, more so if it had the balls to go with it. Still, the cock would do. They leave, and after that there is a lull, and I get a cup of coffee. As I am pouring it, I hear a jingle at the door, and turn to catch a college aged boy coming into the store. He's got a receipt in his hand, and he's very eager, and as he hands it to me I smile. Its dated today, and I recognize him, but I can't place him exactly, although I undoubtedly was the one that took his cock not so very long ago. Looking at his number, I go down three aisles and pick out his organ. FOR RENT: Cock, 22 Y, NS, $U 220; 17MAR2215. 4327981". This boy's face stares, and he says "Hey...that's not my dick!" I check the number. I go to the computer, and check the file. As I read the screen, and the boy stares, I answer him: "Yes it is....it was rented out by an older man for a month, and he took it on a trip to Bangkok, Thailand. He caught an infection, which was treated, but during the treatment his....I mean, your dick's foreskin was very inflamed and the best remedy was to remove the skin. So, it's the same dick, but it got circumcised since you gave it to me. That happens sometimes, and you'll get used to it. Hey, you've got a dick now that's been a world traveler, and I imagine it's had quite a few pussies since the courts gave it to me." The boy looked angry, and I could tell he wasnt too pleased to find out his dick had been so well used. Of course, a pole like his always rents well. He wasnt happy about the foreskin being taken either, but I knew he wasn't going to give me too much of a hassle. Besides, that was just the way it happened sometimes, and when you lose your dick, sometimes things happen to it. I looked back to the computer screen, to see if anything's still owed. Under the court ordered removal, all it said was "inappropriate behavior" which didn't say much of anything. That could mean a million things, so turning back to the boy I asked: "What did you lose it for, anyway?" He blushes. Then he says...."Ah...well....I tried to get in a girl's pants at a party and she didn't think it was too funny. She said I had assaulted her, and while I didn't the judge agreed to drop the charges if I was willing to lose my cock for a while. My lawyer told me if I fought it in court there was a good chance I'd lose, so I didnt really see it as a choice. Still, to me it seemed unfair that they took my cock just because I was trying to get in her pants." I answered him: "I see....well, nine months is a long time to lose a dick for. Bet you're horny as shit." He nods. His face blushes redder, and he says "You got that right. God I've been thinking of this day like forever! Hell, I was horny the day I lost it even!" I look at his tag. "I usually allow a guy to get his rocks off before I take his cock. The tag says 'NS'---you must have declined that offer." He looked at me, and then he said "Well...I'm shy. I wasn't about to jerk my cock in front of someone, especially in a two-bit store of all places!" His comment ticks me off. I look at him, and I have a thought. He looks hot, and before I open the case I say "Your account still has a fifty unit store fee, for processing and handling. Are you paying by card, or in script?" He looks shocked. "FIFTY UNITS!" he all but yells. SHIT man...I.....I don't have that!" I grin. Then I say: "Well.......I'm a pretty nice guy. I'll tell you what, perhaps mister shy boy, you might be horny enough that you'll let me watch you jerk it. I could waive the fee if you jerked your rod in my two bit store." He stares, and his face flushes red. Then he says "Uh.....oh, fuck. FUCK MAN! I get it! OK....I'm sorry. Please man, I'm really shy. I...I don't want to jerk my rod with someone watching, especially an old fag guy. Isn't there something else I could do? I could sweep the store or something." I look at him. An "old fag guy?" Shit! He sure knew how to piss you off. I start to put his dick back in the case. I set my face into a hard expression, and I can sense its working. As I do he says "OK....OK MAN. I just wasn't....well, I....I wasnt going to jerk it.....here. But GOD I've GOT TO GET MY DICK BACK!" I turn to him, my eyes sparkling. Then I look at him, and say: "Well....if you want your dick today then I guess you'll have to change your mind. I need to see it working, so I know it's OK." He gives in then, and I watch as his face flushes. His brain is thinking of stroking his meat, and he's so excited with the anticipation that his armpits are sweating. I swallow my coffee, and empty the cup. Then I motion for him to come around behind the counter, and then I pick up the Tool and take the boy's pole out of the case. He jerks down his pants, eagerly, and I can see the flat spot, with the little bud where his urethra pokes out. I set the cock up against the flat spot, and making sure its on straight and it's not twisted. Then I set the ring around it and thumb the control wheel to the ATTACH setting. I then say: "Hold still....it will tingle whiles it's attaching." I press the button, and he shudders. His cock pulsates, and then it thickens almost instantly, filling with blood, and he gasps as it grows into a full erection right from the start. He's horny as shit! I give it a few tugs, to make sure it's fully attached, and then I pick up my empty coffee cup. The store is empty too, so I just say: "In the cup.....let's see your load." He is red with embarrassment, but I can see the relief on his face as he's glad to finally have his cock back. He grips his rod, and starts to pump it, and as soon as he does the end grows slick and a bead of semen glistens from the tip. "Ahhh..OH...OH YEAH...GOD IT'S BEEN SO FUCKING LONG!!!!!!!" "Faster boy. I want you to shoot your wad for me. Keep it going." I say. He won't last a minute. I watch him then, as he pumps it faster then, and his eyes glass and right after that he shudders, and just as he does his wad of semen just explodes from the end of his pole, jetting out in thick and powerful shots of white cream, and spurting into my coffee cup that I am holding to catch it. He squirts out almost a dozen shots of jism, gasping as he ejaculates. He can't believe it, and the feelings of pleasure rip through his body. Finally, he's done, and his balls are empty. "Nice wad dude." His face goes beat red. Then, as he stuffs his rod back into his pants, I say to him: "I'd be careful with it guy. If you get in trouble again the judge will take it away from you for a lot longer than you lost it this time." He nods, and says "I'll never do anything to lose it again! NEVER!" With that, he almost runs out of the store, and on a whim, I fill up my coffee cup with more coffee, and after that I sip on my drink and savor the taste of French Roast, flavored with the sweetness of the college boy's thick wad. Noon Midday is the busiest time of the day, and my store is full of customers looking for cocks to rent. Most of them are men, in their middle ages, looking for a pole that will stay stiff and will feel good. One balding gentleman glares at the counter where the youngest balls and cocks are, and as he stares at them I finally ask: "Sir...is there something you particularly want." He looks at me, and then he says: "Well...yeah...yes. I am dating this younger woman, and she's got big tits and fucks like a rabbit. The problem is that she can fuck a half dozen times one right after the other, and I don't want to lose her. She wants me to do her tonight, and she is the one that sent me here. She told me to pick up a good cock, a thick one with some length to it, and perhaps a few sets of nuts to go with it. I smile. "How much are you willing to spend?" "Uh....well....I want a deal, but if the cock is good and the balls are full, then I'll pay what I have to." I say: "Well...I think I have just the set for you. Here...come to this counter, and take a look at this one." I lift out a long case, with a fully erect cock in it. As the man looks at it, his eyes go wide and he smiles. I say: "This pole is from a twenty-five year old, who needed some money and has pawned it out for two weeks. Its a fine cock, one of the finest you will find anywhere, and as you can see it is full and stiff and eager, and will satisfy any woman. It's thick too, and will be even thicker when you're fucking with it. I'd suggest that you pickup three sets of nuts too, so you can exchange them after each fuck and make the night last. We can set up the scrotums to self-attach, for a fee, and while they won't stay on permanently without a Tool, they will get you through the night and you can fuck until you can't stand it anymore. For the cock, with three scrotums to keep it going, I'll rent it all for five hundred units. That's 500 a day, but you'll have one hell of a night." He nodded. He looked at the dick, and I could see his eyes studying it. Finally, he nodded, "OK...but what if I want it for forty-eight hours." "I'll give you a break...nine hundred...nine hundred units and you have until closing on Wednesday. How's that sound?" He nods, and I bring him around the counter. He lowers his pants, and his little knob is there, like an egg sticking out of a basket. He has a small dick, and it is not very impressive. No wonder his girlfriend wanted more! I pick up the tool, and ring his pole, and then with a press of the button I detach his knob. As I do, he says "Do I get anything for you keeping it?" I laugh. Then I said: "Just be glad I'm not charging you to store it. I can't rent this thing to anyone." He blushes red. I pick up the big cock, and hold it in place and set the tool around it. Switching to the ATTACH setting, I press the button, and the ring glows read and the cock surges to life in my hand. He likes it, right away, and he reaches down and strokes it a little, pumping it up and watching it grow into a thick, throbbing erection. As he does that, he says "This will do....Wow! God that feels good! Yeah...this dick will do nicely!" I laugh, and take his card, and zip off nine hundred units. I set the tool in place over the nuts, and slide the switch to the detach setting. Then I select the Zipper option, and once I've done that I press the button. A dotted ring appears all the way around his balls, and his sac is stretched out, hanging separately and away from him, although it is still attached by a bundle of flesh and nerves. I pull, and they come off with a 'click'. I push them back on, checking the connection, and they click back. Next, I grab two sets of balls, out of the case, and they are both from men his age. The balls aren't as important as the cock, and as long as they havent shot a load in a while they will work and allow him to keep his new cock stiff most of the night. The key will be to replace the nuts after each ejaculation. He leaves the store beaming, and I know I've got another customer who will be back again. The store is packed, and I make my sales one after the other. Most of the men are looking for something similar. They want to rent a hard rod, usually from a younger male, and one that will stay stiff and can be used to fuck a woman more than once and do it right. Most of my customers are straight. One after the other I zip off their cocks and give them a new one to take its place, collecting the money and making my profit. I also have a couple of gentlemen come into the shop, returning the merchandise they rented over the weekend. As I am detaching one guy's big rod, stuck on a fifty five year old man, he says "God this thing is one hot dick. I havent fucked like that in years! I almost hate to give it up. Do you have any dicks like this that I can buy?" I take him to the FOR SALE display case near the front of the store. Most dicks are just for rent, as few men will willingly lose their dicks for good. Still, I do have several sets in there for sale, usually from deceased men or for ones who have been sentenced to a dickless life from the state judicial system. Still, an outright sale is rare, and very expensive. He looks at the cocks, and then he spies a full package labeled "FOR SALE: Cock and Balls, 17 Y, S, $U 750,000; 33322." It draws his full attention. There is a card under the dick, and he is reading it with great interest. "Solid, barely used dick, with a highly sensitive corona and shaft that gives rock hard erections and fantastic ejaculations. It's ten inches in length, and was removed from a teenage male who was convicted of using it to rape a woman. He was sentenced to life without cock or balls. The balls have a high testosterone output, typically for an adolescent male. His loss can be your gain. Buy his eager cock today, and live a well endowed life of fun and pleasure. As with all cocks purchased in this store, it comes fully guaranteed." I let him look at it, and I can see he's thinking about it. Still, its a hell of a lot of money, and I do not except him to make the purchase. In the end, he puts it back, but I can see the longing in his eyes and I may yet get him to change his mind. A man about forty comes up to me, and looking around, embarrassed, he asks: "Ah...do...do you have any...boy dicks? I just...well, just want to feel a boy's dick...to...to bring back memories. That's all." I look at him. Weird...but not that weird. I answer: "I don't stock anything prepubescent. If you want a little boy's dick, you won't find one here. However, I do carry some teenage cocks, and I have one that might do it for you." Then, I take him to the case where the thirteen year old's dick is, the one from the boy who was in earlier today. It looks thin and young, and I can see right away he wants it. "How much does it rent for?" he asks. I look at the tag, and then I say "That dick is a good one, and the boy's rod will get rock hard and his dick is supersensitive. It will cost you 200 units for a day, twelve hundred for a week. You can probably jack it a half dozen times a day and still keep it hard. The man doesnt hesitate, and hands me his card. As he does, he says "Give it to me for three weeks." I grin, and take his card, and debit off 3600 units. A nice little profit! Afternoon As the day wears on the customers change, and I get a number of lookers, and other typical New York tourists checking out the rods and looking at the merchandise and not spending shit. About three in the afternoon a police van pulls up, and they half drag a man into the store, his arms handcuffed behind him and fresh from the courtroom. He's not too pleased to be there, and he's fighting them as they pull him into the store. He's strong as an ox, and looks young, with a hard body and with muscles that are chiseled to perfection. He almost looks like a soldier, and his crew cut adds to that image. As I look at them, one of the cops says: "This guys' got a big cock....which he needs to lose. He's on is way to the Penn, and that's where he's going when he's done here. Where do you want him?" The man is struggling, and he doesnt want to lose his pole. I can see he's not going to just let me have it, so I motion to the cops and they take him back and strap him in the restraint chair. As they do, I check out the paperwork. Ahhh, I see. It's another court ordered decocking, and this one is for fifty years! No wonder the young man is fighting it so. Fifty years without his cock! Looking at his paperwork, I note the conviction: "Child Molestation." I have no sympathy for him. Hell, he'll be an old man by the time he gets his dick back, and by then he may not even want it. When I look at his paperwork I can see the checklist. Haircut, The Cock Shop, and then the prison. They aren't wasting any time. So, he's off to the big Penn, and it's going to be a rough time for him. His good looks and young hard body won't help him there. Looking at him brings a shudder, as I know that if he goes there without his dick that it won't be long before he'll be bent over some prison bed and with his legs spread. He's going to have a very miserable time, and of course since the judge has let him keep his balls, his frustration will drive him insane. It won't be long before his ass is stretched permanently, and I imagine he's going to get used to semen dripping down his balls. Of course, without his dick it won't be his load he feels dripping there. I suppose that was the intention when the judge took his cock. I note that his sentence requires his balls to be removed on his day of release. That's interesting, and gives him something to look forward to. What a joke! Hell, he'll spend the next fifty years in prison, without his dick, and then, if he lives long enough to get out, they'll give him his dick back but take his balls. Now, that's justice for you! I walk behind the counter, and the boy's pants are already down to his knees. His dick is thick, and jutting, and it points up at the ceiling, the tip of it literally dripping with his sexuality. He looks at me, and his eyes go wide, and he starts to fight the bonds in the chair. I pick up the Tool, and bring it over, and then with a practiced hand I thumb the control wheel and make the adjustments. Seconds later, I slide it over his throbbing dick, and push it all the way down to make sure and get it all. As I'm doing that, he pleads to me: "Oh man...please don't.... don't take my dick!!!!" I press the button, and he arches his back and juts his cock into the air, literally shoving it even farther into the detachment ring. As he does, he yells out "ARHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I am pressing the button as he thrust up against his bonds, in a total panic, and then with a look of surprise on his face his dick comes off and I give him a playful pat on the leg. As I hold his dick and the young man stares at what he has lost, I say to him: "It's a nice dick....very nice. Don't worry...while you're in prison it will be having a wonderful time." He stares at the flat place in his pubic hair, where his dick was. Now, there is nothing but an indentation and a little nipple where his urethra is sticking out. I take his dick away and prepare the label, while the police officers fill out the log and then leave the store, taking the man with them and to his destiny. He isn't fighting them anymore, almost like the hope is gone now that his dick is mine. I set the big cock in its case, and then lay the label under it. It's a nice addition, and will bring me a great deal of money in the years to come. FOR RENT: Cock, 21 Y, NS, $U 250; 17MAR2240. 864210. A little while later a man in his thirties comes in, and walks down the aisles until he finds what he was looking for. He motions over for me, and I come, and as I reach where he is standing he says this to me: "Ah....can I have my cock....just for a few minutes. I...I pawned it a while back, and well....I really need it if you know what I mean." I look at the case. FOR RENT: Cock, 34 Y, NS, $U 110; OPEN. 410799 The cock is a long one, but a little on the thin side, and because of the thinness, and the age of it, the price is down and it's not been renting well. Still, I've rented it out a few times, and it's not a bad pole as far as thirty-four year old dicks go. I look at the man, and then I say: "I see. A little horny are you? Let me check the file, and I'll see what I can do." He follows me back to the computer, and I check his number. Its a straight pawn, just a regular guy who needed some cash and took out a loan with his dick. In New York City, it happens all the time. I frown, and then I say: "You borrowed 600 units with it. There's no interest, but I need the money if you want your dick." He stares, and I can sense his desperation. As I am looking at him, a really fat man, with a big, round belly and a double chin walks up to the resister. The fat man says: "If he doesnt want it, I'd like to rent it for the weekend. It's got the length I need, and it's not too fat. I need a thinner dick when I'm doing an ass. His is perfect, and it's a bargain at 110." The man who is the owner of the dick stares, wide eyed. "Doing an ass?" he says, looking at the fat man. "Not with my dick your not!" The fat man grins, and says "Yeah....I love fucking a hot ass. Especially, with a rental." Then, grinning, he says "If you want to bend it over this weekend, I could fuck you with your own dick! Now, wouldn't that be something?" With that, he burst out laughing, and even I had to grin. There was a look of horror on the owner's face, and the humor of the joke was lost on him. Then, looking at the fat man with total disgust, he says to me: "Please man....please let me have my dick. I just need to feel it again, at least for a few minutes. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it! And for God's sake, please don't let this jerk have it!" I look at him, and his desperation. Then I say: "If you don't have six hundred, you can't have your dick. How much do you have?" He pulls out his card, and hands it to me. I scan it, and I see that fifty units is all he has left in his entire account. I hand him back his card, and say: "I'll see what I can do, but you arent going to get YOUR dick today. Then, I look to the other man, the man with the fat belly, and say: "You can have the dick, how many days to you want to rent it for?" He grins, and says "I'll take it through Monday. Looks like a good dick, and I can't wait to shove it up a few chutes." I look at the other man, who is staring now wide eyed and in disbelief, and then I say: "Well...it's owner thinks its a good pole, although for him I think he uses it for pussy hunting. I'll give you a deal, 600 through the weekend." I make the transaction, and take the man back and put the dick on him. He's grinning then, and he likes it and I can tell he's happy with his purchase. I take off his fat little knob, which even erect isn't anything to look at. I havent seen a dick this small in a very long time, and its just not much more than a stub, and I'm almost embarrassed to give it a glass case. The fat man leaves, grinning, his rented dick jutting out his pants and he almost singing as he leaves the store. Then I go back to the man whose just watched his own dick get rented by another. He's very dejected. As I look at him he says "I can't believe my dick is going to be fucking someone's ass. God I want it back!" I feel for him. Then I say to him: "I'll tell you what. I've got a stub here, a cute little dick really, from the fat man whose just rented your own pole. If you want, I can put it on you for ten units for one full hour, or, I'll give you a hell of a deal and let you keep it until Friday afternoon for your fifty. That's the best I can do, take it or leave it." His face goes white. He doesnt want the little dick, but he's so horny he hands me his card. I take him behind the counter, and pick up the still warm nub from the fat man, and set it against the flat area that is devoid of pubic hair, where his own pole used to grow. Then, I set the tool in place, and press the button. The man stares down then, at the nub he's just rented, and its small and I can see he isn't pleased with the feeling. It attaches, and the feeling of having a dick returns, and he looks down then and I can sense him trying to figure it out. He strokes it, and nothing happens. I can see his mind working, and he frowns. He tugs on it for about a minute, pulling on it fairly hard, and then he says "The damn thing's sore, and it won't get hard. I...I don't think it will work." I look at him, and take the knob in my fist. As I am handling it, I say "He probably jerked it recently, and so it's not really ready to shoot right now. But your nuts should get it going, and they will drive it hard if you give them the chance. It's been a long time for you. Here....let me see if we can give them some help." As I say that I reach to the counter, and pull out a small bottle of baby oil, and pour some of the lube into my fist. Then, working the oil into the rented knob I watch as it starts to fill with blood. I work it, rotating my fist, and it thickens some more, and he stares then at it and it stiffens to its full three inches. I work it faster then, and he starts to get the feeling, and I can tell at this point he's horny as shit. It's been a long while for him, and his nuts are feeling the need. I stop then, and say "Looks like its working to me. Do you want it, or not?" He's gasping then, staring at his little rental dick bobbing up and down, the feeling of pleasure filling his groin, even if its nothing compared to what his own rod would generate. I can see his mind working, trying to make a decision. I'm feeling generous, and besides, I've taken his last fifty, and I like my reputation. So, I say to him: "I'll tell you what. Why don't you go into the bathroom, and try it out. If it works, and you get your rocks off, then you keep it. If not, then I'll take it back and recredit you with the fifty, and you got to feel a dick for free. I always guarantee my cocks." He nods his head, and pulls his pants up then, and I watch as he goes across the store and into the bathroom to pull the fat man's pud. Even a small dick is better than no dick, and with enough effort and the lube on his pole, I'm fairly confident he'll be able to empty his nuts with the fat man's pole. A few minutes later he walks out of the bathroom, red faced, and then he leaves, and I have little doubt he will be pounding that pud like a jackhammer in the days to come. By the time the fat man gets it back, it will probably be sore as hell. Just before closing a man and a woman and a boy come into the store. The kid is a teenager, but he looks young, although he's pretty tall so his age is hard to figure out. I hear him talking to his parents, and his voice is high, like a young boy's, even though he is tall enough to be an adult. He has bright blue eyes, and a smooth face. His eyes are striking, and set against his natural blond he's one of the sharpest young men I've ever seen. The father approaches the counter, and lowers his voice, almost in a whisper. Then he says: "Uh....my son.....Jeremy, he's had an accident. I...I don't know if you can help him, and we don't have a lot of money. But...well....he is missing...it." I look at the boy, and try and figure him out. His face is red, and he is embarrassed. Well, I guess I had better take a look, to see what we are dealing with. Then I take the kid back, behind the counter, while the mother walks up and down the display cases and stares at all of the dicks in the store. His father follows me. I unsnap the boy's jeans, and his face goes even redder with embarrassment. I slide them down, and then his boxers, and when I do I see a mess. I gasp. Something has literally chewed this boy's genitals off, completely off, and there is an ugly scar there that defies description. I look at the boy, and he looks away in shame, and then, turning to the dad, I asked: "What the hell happened here?" The father says "We..we had a pit bull. Three years ago he attacked the boy. The doctors couldn't save anything, and we don't have any medical insurance. I couldnt afford the hospital to do an attachment, but they took up a charity collection and so the hospital tried anyway. Unfortunately, the dick didn't take, and after that they just gave up. Since then we went to two rental shops in Oklahoma City, but they couldnt get an attachment to take either, and those attempts took most of our money. We don't have much hope left. Still, he's our only son, and so, well, we have driven here, to your shop, because of your reputation and your guarantee." My heart is pounding, and I look at the kid and his eyes are teared. He is so humiliated, and the look on his face is so sad I want to hug him. My mind is racing, and I take a look at his groin, searching for a flat area where I could set an attachment. The scar tissue is ragged, which complicates things, but my tool is one of the most expensive models you can buy, and it has a setting for smoothing, and I know it will be worth trying. I still don't have any idea if it will work. Looking at the boy, I ask: "How old are you guy?" He looks at me, and his pre-pubescent voice says "Sixteen sir. I'll be seventeen in three weeks." Puberty has passed him by. There is only a wisp of hair above his groin from when it had just started to grow before the dog took it all from him. Now he's just a little boy, innocent, and as he stares at me I realize I am his only hope. I like him, right off, and without any hesitation I walk to the display case, the one with my dicks for sale, and pick up the big cock, and the matching set of balls that go with it. As I bring the package back, the father sees the price, and says: "We...we can't afford that kind of money." I look to the tag. FOR SALE: Cock and Balls, 17 Y, S, $U 750,000; 33322. I look at the father, and then I say: "We can talk about price later. Right now let's see what we can get to fit. This set is from a seventeen year old boy, almost the exact age as your son, and right in the middle of puberty. Simply put, it's as fine a package as you can find anywhere in the world. Best of all, it's for sale. It's not a rental." I pickup the tool, and thumb the control wheel to the smooth setting, then I reduce the ring size to an inch, to get the area correct. I lay it up, between the boy's legs, and push the ring on the Tool into his scarred flesh. I press the button, and the boy's eyes are wide, staring at me as I work the Tool. The ring turns blue, and then, as I let go of the button I pull it away and the skin is smooth, a little circle right where it needs to be. I move the Tool up slightly, and do it again, making a second flat circle right in the middle of his groin. There is a little hole there, the boy's piss hole, and at least it's in the right place. I reset the ring and give it another button press, and skin gets smoother and this time his urethra is poking out like a nipple. It looks good, and I have some hope. Then, I pick up the dick, and the boy looks at it and stares, the look in his eyes one of hope or one of desperation. It's hard to know which. I set the cock against the upper flat spot I have made, and set the tool over it, on top of his urethra nipple. Then, I look at the boy, while his father looks at me, and then I say "Ok boy....look at me and don't move." Then I press the button. The cock surges in my hand, and fills, warmed with blood. The boy gasps...and looks down, and then a huge grin spreads across his face. I can feel my heart pounding. I pick up the big set of balls, and they are heavy in my palm. I lay them up, under the boy's new dick, and set them in position. Then, picking up the tool, I set it over the nuts, and then, pressing the trigger I wait until the light glows and goes out. I pull on the balls, and they come off in my hand. Shit! I check the spot again, and thumb the control wheel to a higher setting. Then, once again, I set the balls under the dick, and lay it up flat against his groin. With another press of the button, I wait, and after a few seconds I release it. The boy's dick juts out instantly....filling with blood, and as it lifts upward, off his balls, I can see that his package is complete. The kid is grinning, and his dick is hard in seconds. It's been a long time since the kid had a dick, and reaching down and looking at it his father and I are grinning. His balls are warm and the blood is rushing through them, and I know that soon they will turn him into a man. The boy is grinning, and so am I. I pick up the bottle of lube, and squirt it over the pole, and then I say: "Go ahead boy...give it a try. We might as well find out if it's going to work!" His face flushes red, and he isnt sure what to do, and that's when it occurs to me that he hasn't had a dick to practice with. I say to him: "Pump your dick with your fist....just slide it up and down, nice and fast, as we need to see if everything works. Let us know how it feels while you are doing it." The boy takes his greased pole and starts to slide his fist up and down its length, and as he does he stares, and his eyes go wide. He's pumping his rod then, jerking his new meat, and as he does he says "Oh....oh GOD. That feels so good....sooooo damn good. Oh DAD....oh.... oh..... ah.... AH..... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he screams, and his mother looks across the store then as she hears her son shout out his first wad, losing his innocence as he experiences his very first ejaculation. He pumps out his goo then, while his father and I laugh, watching the teenager buck his hips and thrust his new rod into his fist. The boy is into it, his big load of cream shooting out of the boy's brand new set of seventeen year old balls. I look at his dad, and he is grinning and so am I. The father hands me his card, and says "I don't have 750000, but I'll take out a loan and pay you somehow. You can have whatever we have now, but it isnt very much." I shake my head, and hand him back his card. Then I say: "Sometimes what is important in life money can't buy. Your money won't work in my store today. Take your boy home, and enjoy watching him become a man. Send me a picture when he starts to shave! That will be all the payment I want." Closing Time It's the end of the day, and as they leave I close up the store. I lock the door, and turn out the lights. It's been a good day, a very good day, and I like my work and it's good to do good things. Just before I head home, I walk down the display cases one more time, and as is my usual custom, I pick out a cock. Tonight I've grabbed a nice one, from an eighteen year old, and it is firm and long and hard as a piece of steel. I pick up the Tool, and exchange dicks, feeling the rush as the teenage meat fills with blood between my legs. God it feels good, and as I pump it up, I can feel the strength of youth and I lean back in my chair and suck in the feeling and relish it. I stroke the dick faster, and let the feeling build. I love my store, and I love my work. God it feels so fucking good!!!! As the thick wad churns and begins to shoot out the teenage cock in my fist, I am grinning. Who can say being that owning The Cock Shop doesn't have its benefits! [Authors note: Adult fiction. ©Copyright November, 2004. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments appreciated. [email protected]] |