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"Take the cotton out of your ears." "No." "Come on, Joey. I dare ya." "No way, Scott. You take your cotton out," Joey retorted. "The cutter truck is in the next block. It's stopped. Some poor schmuck must have got caught outside without cotton in his ears," Sam said. "It's probably old man Turner," Joey said. "I doubt it," Johnny began. "He's probably been dickless for a long time." They all laughed. Turner was such a bitter asshole... "Why does he still wear cotton in his ears?" Joey asked. "He does it to make people think he still has a dick," Johnny explained. "You know, like Gary." Gary flushed, his normally pale skin turning bright red. He'd been caught when he was in eighth grade, when he'd taken his cotten out so he could hear some old lady asking for directions. As soon as he pulled it the truck pulled around the corner. He'd worn the cotton for three weeks still before the others found out about it, and they'd never let him live it down, even after his overcompsenation complex had driven him to work out so hard for seven years. Now he was built like a shit brickhouse, but without his dick the guys still gave him no respect. Still, they were supposedly his friends, but that didn't stop his stock response. "Fuck you, Johnny." Gary wasn't much a fan of Johnny, either, who was a smaller version of his brother, and in his senior year of high school. Gary, Sam, and Scott were all in college, but went to different schools, and only saw each other during the summer. The boys went back to playing basketball, but they paid more attention to the white truck that was stopped down the street. When Joey missed the lay-up, Scott began taunting him again. "Joey, you chicken shit. You're such a wuss." Sam rolled his eyes. This had been old for over a decade now. Scott was such an asshole, and Johnny really wasn't much better. "And you're a faggot, Scott." "When the cutter truck comes by, pull the cotton out for just a second. Then, put it back in," Scott told him. "No. They say it only takes a second for that music to hypnotize you. I'm not gonna have my dick cut off like Gary." "Fuck you, Joey," Gary said, almost by reflex now. "Let's fuckin' play!" "So, when the truck drives by, take the cotton out for just a second. If you get hypnotized, we'll even put the cotton back in for you," Scott told Joey. Scott was home from college, but still picked on his eighteen year old brother over everything. And Joey always had to out do him so Tom and Gary and everyone else would think him as cool as his brother. "Okay," Joey relented. "But, you have to promise me that if I can't put the cotton back in, you'll do it." "No problem, bro," Scott said. "Promise me, Scott. You have to say you promise." "Joey, I'm not gonna let them get you. You're my little brother. I ...," Scott started. Gory got a wicked idea. "So you take yours out at the same time," Gary said, "and then if the two of you get hypnotized, me and Sam will put your cotton back in." He shot a glance at Sam and winked. Sam smiled evilly. "The truck's moving again," Sam interrupted, his poker face back on. Scott didn't look nearly so confident all of a sudden. "Or are you some kind of faggot, Scott?" Gary asked him, getting up in his face. Scott looked back and forth at the truck, at Gary and Sam, and back a the truck. Sam started hooting chicken noises. "Fuck it. Fine. You better put it back in, you assholes." He and Joey turned to face the truck. "You can do it. We're here for you," Gary coached. He and Sam traded knowing looks, and shot each other wicked smiles. Joey was so nervous he was almost shaking. He had been taught since he began puberty years ago to never take the cotton from his ears when he was outside. He knew what it meant to get caught...to live without his dick, forever. Scott knew even better what it meant, having fucked before. "Okay," Gary said, as the truck approached. "Get ready." "It's just a few feet away," Sam said. Joey raised his hands to his ears. Everything seemed as if it were in slow motion. The truck was passing right in front. Joey and Scott both pulled the cotton out. He had planned to immediately reinsert the cotton, but instead he let the white, puffy balls drop to the ground. "All right! Way to go!" He heard the others laughing. But, they weren't helping him. He and Joey both began walking toward the truck. It stopped. "Go get em, Scott!" he heard his Gary yell out to him. He wanted to stop, but the melody was so nice. Inside his head, he screamed. As he walked to the stopped truck, he kept thinking: They promised. They promised. Joey was doing no better, but the realization that Gary and Sam had tricked them into getting their dicks cut off first made him really angry, then just resigned. He lost himself in the music, letting it carry him toward the truck... The back doors opened and a man stepped out. Joey raised his arms and let the man pull the tank top over his head, exposing his muscular torso, wet with sweaty sheen. The others stood laughing as they watched Joey being undressed. The man used scissors to cut Joey's basketball shorts and shirt off. Joey lifted each foot, stepping out of the shreds of fabric, and stood naked. His penis, larger than his brothers', had become erect. He sat in the chair, and the others jeered harder as the man stripped Scott down, exposing his rather diminutive manhood. "Spread your legs, son," the cutterman instructed Joey. As Joey gave the man full access to his crotch, he stared at Scott, naked in front of him, little dick sticking straight out. Scott stared, transfixed, as the cutterman began slicing through Joey's erection where it met his abdomen. It came off and was placed on a plastic tray. He stood back and beckoned for Joey to stand, his balls hanging by themselves. He stepped down off the truck and stood there, staring straight ahead. Scott stared at the dickless crotches of his brother, then sat in the chair his brother had just vacated when the cutterman told him to. Sam and Gary watched his smallish erection sliced from the base. It was laid beside his brother's in the plastic tray. They each picked up their clothes and walked across the yard toward their house. The cutterman closed the doors of his truck and drove away. Gary and Sam watched the balls swinging freely between the legs of the Michaels boys. As soon as the truck turned the corner, the boys snapped out of their trance. Scott was furious, screaming at the two of them. "I oughta pull the cotton out of YOUR ears, Sam!" he shouted. "Yeah, guess there's no point in these anymore," Sam smiled, and pulled the cotton out himself. Scott was awestruck. "Huh?" Sam pulled the front of his shorts down. "Got me about a month ago," he said. "Opportunity came up to make sure I wouldn't get made fun of." "You...you fuckers planned this?" Scott shouted, his face red. "Careful, dickless, you'll pop your stitches," Gary laughed. "And for the record, asshole, it wasn't planned. Just a happy coincidence." About that time a jeep with three girls in it drove by. All they could hear them say was, "Isn't that Scott Michaels?" and a lot of twittering. The Jeep stopped. "Hey, Gary, Sam!" one shouted. "We're going down to the beach!" Gary and Sam trotted up to the jeep, talked to the girls for a minute, then hopped in the back. Scott's eyes widened with horror. That was Jenna, his ex-girlfriend...he'd slapped her one night and she dumped him on the spot. Vanessa, who's virginity he'd taken when she was thirteen and on her first period, and finally Erica, who'd he always pursued but she'd never liked him. They pointed and giggled. "Have a nice life, dicks!" Sam shouted as the Jeep sped off. Scott broke down and started crying. "My dick..." he muttered... Johnny followed suit, and the two began the long walk home. |