The Donut Machine, Part 2

Cory just stood there, speechless. It was difficult to be hospitable to a stranger after what had happened and after what he had resolved to do. A week earlier he would have welcomed a new friend and roommate with open arms, but in his present state of mind he cursed inwardly because he had been interrupted. He still held the small but sharp knife in his hand. He looked at it, making a face not unlike that of a young boy who has been discovered committing an act of mischief. He had come within a hair's breadth of cutting off his own penis. It would have taken a lot of painful and bloody sawing with the small blade to cut through his thick shaft, and a moment ago he wouldn't have hesitated doing it, but now this stranger had fatefully intervened. He was thrown off balance, not sure he would be able to work up enough courage a second time.

"You won't need that knife. I'm not really a burglar or anything. What I told you is true. I'm a new freshman enrolling late. I was on my dad's yacht in the Caribbean when a hurricane hit. We got shipwrecked on an island that has plane service in and out every two weeks."

"No kidding?" said Cory in a matter of fact tone, not yet looking up from the knife.

"No joke. While we were waiting for a plane to take us out, school started here without me. I've been assigned to your room because you're the only guy in the dorm who didn't have a roommate. I realize it's a lot to ask of a big popular sophomore like you to take on a freshman as a roommate, but it looks like neither one of us has any say. So please put the knife down," Pete said with disarming charm. He absent-mindedly gave his scrotum a little tug, as if to make his balls hang lower.

He had dark brown hair, was less than six feet tall, but his arms and chest muscles were well developed. He also had a vee-shaped torso and a cute little butt. Cory couldn't help but notice that the boy's cock was average sized, probably not much over five inches long when hard.

Cory calmed down perceptibly. "Okay. I'm sorry. The knife wasn't for you; it was for me. I mean I was going to use it for - uh, to cut the tags off my new coat - the one over there on my bed."

Pete looked at the jacket lying on the bed but could see no tags on it. It didn't look new, either. He was clever enough to recognize a lie when he heard one, and his curiosity was piqued now as he watched Cory turn around and put the knife back in a drawer. His hand was shaking as he did it. What was up with this guy?

"Thanks, man. Knives make me nervous. I guess I'm worried about getting cut, if you know what I mean," said Pete with a nervous laugh. He began drying off with the large towel he was holding.

Cory turned and looked at the boy's penis once more. The boy was getting a hard on. "Yeah, right. I think I do know what you mean. How'd you even get in the door of this place with a cock still on you?" Cory asked in a much calmer voice, even managing a slight smile. Suddenly his attention was focused on someone else's problems instead of his own, a healthy sign.

"That's a good question. The answer is I haven't really been officially enrolled just yet and won't be until next week, not till after they get around to cuttin' off my cock. Our Caribbean cruise began in June, so I missed the dick chopping on July the Fourth. I also missed the special make-up chopping session that was scheduled for latecomers the week before school started. And it just happens that the cock executioner is out of town this week. You'd think the Force was with me or my cock, or something." Pete sighed and sat down hard on the bare mattress of the bed he would soon be sleeping on. "If nothing else happens to prevent my dick from getting snipped off, my crotch will soon look just like yours."

"Oh, yeah?" asked Cory, unable to keep from smiling. So. The new roommate didn't know.

"Yep. I don't know how you felt about losing yours, but I'd sort of like to keep mine. I have lots of fun with it," said Pete.

"It won't hurt for very long. They'll use the donut machine on it," said Cory, inwardly amused that Pete's cock was now standing straight up. Could it be that talking about cutting off his cock turned him on?

"I know. That's not what bothers me. I can take a little pain. It's the idea of waking up in the morning and not finding my usual hard on - things like that - that really bugs me. At least I won't lose it until next week. Before then I can jerk off about a hundred times. My weenie will be red and raw by the time the guy with the donut machine gets here to chop it off. Who knows? It may fall off on its own from overuse," Pete said, beginning to play with his cock with his right hand.

"Better be careful. You want it to look good in the display case," said Cory with a small laugh.

"It'll probably just look small and pathetic, and not good for anything. While it's still on me, it can get a hard on and make me feel good. But I guess I can't expect to be the only dude in the whole school with a penis, can I?" said Pete, wrapping his fingers around his cock and beginning to move his hand up and down in a steady motion.

"You'll be a total outcast. The other guys will put you through hell. The razzing will start when they see you have a cock, probably in the P. E. locker room," said Cory.

"Just how do you know that?" He asked breathlessly. His hand was moving even faster now.

"I'll show you; I've been through hell myself," said Cory. Very slowly and deliberately he undid his pants, dropping them to the floor. When he pulled down his boxer shorts, Pete stopped jerking off and gasped. Cory's penis flopped out, already beginning to swell to its full eleven inches.

"Holy shit!" said Pete, awestruck. His mouth was hanging wide open and his own penis was throbbing, about ready to cum.

Cory laughed loudly for the first time in three weeks. He felt a lot better about his situation now. Suddenly he had a roommate who was soon to be just as miserable as he was - for a few days, anyhow.

"Don't tell me; let me guess. They didn't cut it off because it was too big to fit inside the display case. Am I right?" asked Pete.

"Not even warm. The school let me keep it because of a special deal I agreed to before I enrolled. The deal was that I would never tell anyone why they let me keep my dick," explained Cory.

"Does that mean you'll lose it if you tell anybody this big secret?"

"Something like that."

"Don't worry. I won't ask." Cory got a far-away look in his eye as though something important had just occurred to him.

Pete was suddenly thoughtful too. He figured it was just a matter of time before he learned the big secret; obviously it was information the school administration desperately wanted to keep quiet. It might be information he could use to his own advantage. A new feeling of hope filled his fourteen-year-old heart. If his roommate could keep his huge cock, then why shouldn't he be allowed to keep his not-so-big cock, especially if he found out Cory's big secret and threatened the school with its revelation?

"Looks like I got a hard on. Hope you're not grossed out by my big cock," said Cory rather apologetically, looking down at his eleven inches. It reminded him of a policeman's nightstick.

"Are you kidding? Its beautiful," said Pete just as he touched his own cock once more. That was all it took to make it erupt in orgasmic spurts.

Two of Danny Phelps' friends followed him down a wide stairway and through a hallway to a door marked "RESTRICTED AREA - KEEP OUT." Danny produced a key from his pocket.

"I'm not too sure this is a good idea, Danny. If we get caught, they'll probably cut our balls off," said Perry Gillian, a tall, sandy-haired sophomore. He and Danny shared a room together in the same residence hall as Cory.

"That would be just fine with me. I'm getting tired of ramming a broomstick up my ass to get my rocks off. It would be so nice to be a member of the neuter gender - no more sexual frustration," said tall, athletic Danny with a mock sigh.

"Maybe you should just try cold showers, like I do," said Norman Cody, a rather chubby, black-haired kid.

"They only work for you 'cause you were a fuckin' eunuch even before they snipped off your little prick. Last time I looked for it in the display case, I couldn't even find it, it's so small," said Danny, laughing.

"Oh, yeah? Mine's only about a half inch shorter than yours," said Norman, quite serious.

"Guys, are we going to stand here bullshitting, or are we going to get that donut machine? The head custodian will find out any day now that his key to this room isn't on the peg," said Perry, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Perry, You make me nervous 'cause you're so jumpy. Just take it easy. I lifted that key without any trouble; and we'll get the machine and take it to our room without any trouble. Tonight we'll wait in the bushes outside the library for Cory - he goes there every night. The three of us can take him, tie him up and blindfold him and take him to our room. Five minutes later that big old dong of his will be off," said Danny, inserting the key into the door.

"Yeah, just think: you won't need that broomstick any more. You can shove Cory's cut-off cock up your ass instead," said Norman, laughing.

"Shut up, fatso, or I'll rip your balls off and feed 'em to you," said Danny, opening the heavy oak door.

He reached inside and flipped on a light switch. There, a few feet away, resting on a small table, were the black box with its array of dials and switches and the donut-shaped device that was wired to it. The boys quickly put it inside a large canvass bag and carried it out of the storeroom. On the way to the dorm room they encountered several students who took no particular notice of the heavy bag; perhaps they thought it was full of dirty laundry. They presently arrived at Danny's room without incident and took the bag inside.

End of Part II