Busted – The Game Show

© Justin Cumberland 2007

Chapter Twenty-One

‘Don’t you like being in here?’

Jason shrugged his shoulders. ‘It’s not that,’ he said.

He was looking out the window where the sun was setting over the forest. He recognized it now. He knew what the place was. It was Australia.

He knew about Australia. He had got a postcard from Australia once; and had even got a phone call, a long time ago, before they changed the laws. The postcard had a picture of a lifeguard on it, but they called them ‘lifesavers,’ the card said. They saved lives at the beach, which was a dangerous place, though beautiful. He remembered that now, and remembered the phone call too.

But he didn’t understand how it could be getting dark out there, beyond the razor wire.

‘How can it be night-time?’ Jason said. ‘We haven’t been here that long.’

Todd stood up and looked out the window. He put a hand on Jason’s shoulder. ‘It’s not night-time,’ he said. ‘It’s sunset. The end of a day.’

‘But it’s morning, isn’t it? I mean, I thought it was morning.’

‘It is, Jase. It’s morning-tea time. That’s where everyone went.’

‘Morning-tea time?’

‘Sure it is.’

‘But isn’t this America?’

‘Who knows, Jase? Everywhere’s pretty much the same these days.’

Jason sighed. ‘Are you gonna take this out, Todd?’ He looked down at the screw in his dick.

‘Do you want me to?’

‘Of course I do. I said that. What else did we come in here for?’

Todd shrugged. ‘Well, we have to get the toolbox,’ he said. ‘I left it out on the stage.’

Jason was feeling sorry for Todd. He didn’t know why; but the kid had been hit pretty hard, and Garth had been a bastard to do it. He had asked Todd what the argument was about, and Todd had said that Garth was angry – angry at Todd for choosing Jason in Handyman and damaging him with the screw.

And Todd seemed angry also – angry not only at Garth, but angry at Jason, as though Jason was responsible for his friend’s behavior. He seemed reluctant to do anything about the screw, but had agreed, shrugging his shoulders, and they walked together to the stage, Todd in his suit, Jason naked.

The stage was darkened. The lights had been turned down and it was difficult to see after stepping through the curtain from the brightly lit corridor. The heavy lights had been turned down and the place was deserted – at least, Jason thought so, but as they stepped around the false wall and into the Handyman set, he heard someone cough. He looked up at the place where the sound had come from, and as his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized that the audience was there, still in position, seated in silence and waiting, apparently, for the show to go on.

Jason grabbed Todd’s arm and whispered in his ear. ‘Look,’ he whispered, motioning behind him over his shoulder with a flick of his head. ‘They’re still here.’

Todd looked back at the audience and shrugged as though it was nothing remarkable. ‘Sure they are,’ he said.

‘But why?’ Jason asked.

‘They’re waiting. They’re watching.’

‘But nothing’s happening,’ Jason said. He turned and looked at the audience, suddenly afraid of them. Garth, of course, Eric, the buddies were not in position, but the rest of the audience were there, silent in the darkness, making an occasional shuffle with their feet, an occasional cough. They seemed resigned to simply sit, as though they had nothing better to do, and nowhere better to go. They were extraordinarily placid and, as Jason looked closer, he realized that there was something unusual about them. They were like half-people – fully-grown but not really there. They were like children.

‘Who are they?’ Jason said.

‘They’re the witnesses,’ Todd said.

‘The witnesses?’

‘They’re the eunuchs,’ Todd said.

Jason felt a shiver run up his spine. ‘But what are they doing? Don’t they have somewhere to go,’ he whispered, not wanting them to hear him.

‘This is their place,’ Todd said, leaning forward and speaking into Jason’s ear. ‘They’re watching. They’re waiting – for the end.’

‘Do they want the future?’

Todd shrugged his shoulders.

‘Is that why they…?’

‘I don’t know,’ Todd said. He picked up the toolbox from the table. ‘Here, we’d better go.’

‘Oh shit!’ Todd said. Jason winced and tried to breathe. He was slapping Todd on the shoulders and bringing his knees in together, hitting them against one another.

‘Oh fuck! I forgot to put it on reverse, Jase.’

Todd had the cordless drill in one hand, dangled loosely at his side. He was sitting on the chair and Jason was sitting on the bed, while Todd, bent forward, was inspecting the head of Jason’s cock. ‘Oh fuck,’ he said. ‘It was pretty funny but I really did fuck it up.’

Jason was trying to focus. He understood because he had seen it happen; but he couldn’t see Todd, and he couldn’t see his dick because Todd had his head in the way.

‘Let me look,’ he said, trying to catch his breath.

Todd moved his head back, biting his bottom lip and smiling.

Somehow, Jason had expected the screw to simply unwind and pop out of the end of his cock. Instead, with pressure, Todd had born down on the screw with the drill-bit, winding it down until it disappeared into his cock.

He had lined the Phillip’s head bit up with the eye of the screw. He was obviously taking it seriously. Jason could see that; and he had positioned the bit carefully while Jason felt his cock wobble from side to side as the screw scrabbled in his shaft. ‘Hold my dick, Todd,’ Jason said.

‘I don’t want to hurt my hand,’ Todd said. ‘If I slip, I’ll catch it on the side of my hand.’

‘Here, I’ll hold it,’ Jason said. He grabbed his cock with both hands and steadied it while Todd locked the driver into the head of the screw.

‘You ready?’ Todd said, looking up at Jason.

Jason nodded and held his breath; and then, all in one motion, and so quickly that it was almost incomprehensible, Todd pushed down, started the drill, and the head of the screw disappeared, sinking deep into Jason’s cock, and only stopping after the head of the driver had entered the eye and spun down in there itself.

‘Ooops,’ Todd said.

Todd moved his head and Jason looked down. The head had disappeared half and inch or so below the opening of the eye; and Jason was moving his legs around, trying to get a purchase on the floor and waiting for the feeling. Suddenly it came; and he threw his head back. It was like pissing. An intense metal pleasure in the center of his cock, making it rear up time and again, spasming as though it was going to explode.

It felt unreal.

‘Oh, Jase,’ Todd said. ‘Oh, fuck, Jase! Does that feel good?’

Jason shook his head and stamped his feet on the ground. It did feel good; but he knew it shouldn’t; and he didn’t want to give Todd the idea that he was enjoying himself and that he thought it was okay. His eyes were watering, and he was trying to breathe, but he couldn’t help smiling, open mouthed, while he breathed. The feeling of the hard metal in the center of his cock was overwhelming.

Jason sat up suddenly in a jolt. He grasped Todd by the shoulders. He felt like he was going to come, but at the last moment the feeling disappeared. He looked down at his cock and started to shake his head. Oh, this was fucking unbelievable, he said to himself. What had just happened? What the fuck had just happened?

There were tears in his eyes and he blinked them away to look at Todd. The kid was naked. He had taken the suit off, saying he didn’t want to get blood on it; and the two of them had their knees locked together while Jason’s legs spasmed. Todd had got hard; and he had put his hand up to Jason’s head, stroking his hair. ‘Can I take it out, Jase?’ he said.

Jason bit his lips, trying to get rid of the tears. Todd was looking concerned. His legs were gripping Jason’s and his penis was jerking up and down wildly, but he did look concerned. His legs were gripping Jason’s knees and he stood up suddenly, keeping his legs locked. He leant forward and put his mouth in Jason’s ear. ‘Please, Jase. Can I take it out?’ he said.

Jason nodded, not thinking, not wanting to know. Todd stroked his hair a couple more times, kissed him on the ear and sat back down, shuffling the chair in and locking their legs together again, pressing his knee up into Jason’s groin, so that Jason could feel his own knee pressed into Todd’s, could feel Todd’s balls there, rolling against his knee, and the shaft of Todd’s penis, hard, as it wobbled from side to side under the knee cap.

‘Here,’ Todd said, taking Jason’s hand and moving it to his cock. ‘Pull me while I do it.’

Jason grabbed his cock and started to tug on it gently while Todd inserted the drill into his eye. He felt the cold metal slide in and told himself he didn’t have any choice – that this was the best thing to do – the best way to fix it.

Todd started to drill and pushed down. Jason didn’t want to look. He felt it spinning, felt the bit bite deeper into his cock, knowing what Todd was doing, really, feeling the pain but keeping his eyes tight shut as he concentrated on Todd’s cock between his hand.

The drill was going deeper.

‘Oh fuck,’ Todd said. ‘I’ve gotta put it on reverse.’ His voice sounded strange. He pulled the drill bit out again. Jason didn’t want to look. He had felt it, of course. He had known it was going deeper; but he had said nothing.

Todd flicked the switch while Jason tugged gently. ‘Go slow, Jase,’ Todd said. ‘Real slow.’ Todd reached forward and inserted the bit again. It was deep now. Jason could tell but he didn’t want to look. He heard the drill start and felt it. Heard it rubbling against the head of the screw because Todd hadn’t lined it up properly, wasn’t putting enough pressure down for it to catch properly, concentrating on his own pleasure, as Jason pulled, while he waggled Jason’s cock from side to side, trying to get a purchase on the head of the screw, but not really wanting to, it seemed, making a mess. He leaned forward, getting close to coming. He caught the head of the screw and Jason felt it start to unwind, coming up through his cock and out through the eye. The muscles in Todd’s thighs gripped and released as the driver found the screw and missed it, spinning on top of it and finding it again, time and time again.

And then, as it reached the top, Todd slipped, and the driver went down hard beside the screw, catching it and turning in sideways, entering the eye of Jason’s cock as Todd worked it down beside the screw, right alongside it where it was trying to spin around it, forcing the screw in the other direction. Todd pressed down hard, leant forward and kissed Jason on the lips, as his thighs jerked in sudden spasms, biting Jason’s lips softly between his, keeping their foreheads locked together, while the screw spun on an angle in Jason’s head, around and around the driver bit which was somehow in there as well. It would be a mess, Jason realized, but he was close to coming again.

Todd’s thighs clasped in a sudden jolt and he came. The warm jism spouted up and hit Jason’s navel, sliding down onto the base of his cock, a second jet hitting him on the inside of a thigh. And again, Jason felt on the verge of coming himself but the feeling stopped, to be replaced by a sudden pain, as Todd removed the drill bit.

Todd let the drill clatter to the floor and reached down with his hand. Jason could tell what he was doing but didn’t want to look.

‘I can get it out now, Jase.’

Todd plucked at the screw and pulled it away.

Jason felt a sudden spurt of blood and flopped back on the bed without looking. He put his hands on his head and tried not to think, tried not to believe what had just happened. His knees crumpled up and inwards towards him and he started to cry. It was fucked. He just knew it. There was no way. No way it would possibly be alright.

Suddenly, Todd was on top of him, clasping him around the chest and nestling the top of his head under Jason’s neck.

‘I’m sorry, Jase. I’m sorry,’ he said, turning his upwards so his mouth was under Jason’s chin. He reached down a hand and held Jason’s cock, jumping up onto his knees in a sudden movement and looking down at it.

Jason could feel his cock deflating. The flow of blood had finally released the pressure and his was bending down for the first time since he had walked out onto the stage that morning.

‘What does it look like?’

‘Well…It looks okay,’ Todd said.

‘Really?’

‘Yeah…no. The head’s pretty fucked up.’

Jason got up and looked at his cock, taking it into his hand from Todd’s. It was covered in blood. His thighs, the surgeon’s bed, the both of them were covered in blood.

The head of his penis was swollen and loose. The eye was hanging open like the mouth of a fish and streaming blood. It was a mess.

‘I’ll get something to clean it up,’ Todd said. He got up and left the room, returning a minute or so later with a wet cloth and a little plastic bottle. He started to wipe Jason, wiping his thighs and his abs and his dick and saying to Jason, ‘squeeze the head to stop the blood coming while I put some of this on it.’

‘What is it?’ Jason said.

‘It’s water.’

Todd held the nozzle of the bottle and pressed. A fine mist of water emerged in a series of puffs, washing at the blood and cleaning it.

‘It’s got some sealant in it,’ Todd said.

Jason nodded. ‘It’s healing up.’

‘Yeah, hang on.’ Todd squirted again. He wiped away the rest of the blood and looked at Jason’s flaccid penis. ‘It’s gone down,’ he said. ‘If it wasn’t for the head it’d be okay.’

‘You reckon?’

‘Yeah. If it had time to heal inside and everything, it’d be okay – apart from the head. It’s a bit of a mess.’

Yes, Jason thought, it was just the head. The rest of it looked okay. It would heal inside, but he didn’t see how the head would ever be the right shape again. It was damaged and swollen and the eye was too large. He had been stupid to sit there and let Todd do that when he obviously wasn’t any sort of handyman at all.

Jason stood up and looked down at his dick. It was thick and long, and now, flopping, hung down more than half the distance from his groin to his knees, dangling between his thighs.

‘Fucking hell,’ Todd said. ‘No wonder you hurt me. Look at the size of that thing.’

Jason smiled, looking up, embarrassed suddenly at the size of the thing between his legs.

‘Are you embarrassed about it?’ Todd said.

Jason shrugged and looked down again. He was embarrassed but, as he looked at it, he told himself it was a silly way to feel. It was his manhood. It was fully double the size it had been when he walked in here this morning; but it had suffered and it would return to much what it had always been with time. All that had happened, when it came right down to it, was that he had lost his balls in a stupid mishap, had suffered some humiliation because of Eric’s stupid behavior, and had allowed Todd to choose him as a favor – which had led to his head being slightly misshapen.

The kid had done okay. It wasn’t the end of the world. His dick would be okay; and, like everyone said, he should be proud of it. He resolved to do this. When they went back out on stage, he would not be embarrassed, Jason told himself. The audience knew some damage had been done; but they would more likely be surprised at how well he was coping, particularly if he walked out there confidently, free from the erection, which, even though the blood had now been capped, was not returning. Everything would be fine.

‘It would probably be better if you cut the head off,’ Todd said.

‘What? Why?’

‘Well, it’d get rid of all the mess, Jase. It’d just look like you weren’t circumcised.’

‘You reckon?’

‘Sure it would. It would look neat again.’

Would it?

‘And you’ve got plenty of length. If you’re embarrassed about that, well, I could cut the head off for you. It’d clean it all up, and know one’d be able to tell, when you walk back out, that anything had even happened to it. It would definitely make it better.’ Todd was suddenly excited.

‘Do you think so?’

‘Sure,’ Todd said. ‘I’ll get a scalpel.’

Jason watched him leave.

He had had his dick cut into before. It wasn’t a good memory but it had happened a few years back, on his twelfth birthday. The pain wasn’t easy to remember. The day wasn’t easy to remember, but Jason remembered it now, while Todd went next door to get the scalpel.

They had been fishing and had run out of bait. It seemed impossible to catch anything and, even though they had traveled all the way out here, to this isolated spot, they had been unlucky enough not to get a bite, and now, because there was no bait, they would have to go home again, unsatisfied, unless, that was, Jason was prepared to become a man.

‘But I’m only twelve,’ Jason said.

‘That’s the age,’ Garth replied. ‘In primitive societies, where people live the way we should be living, that’s the age when a boy becomes a man.’

‘Do they grow up quicker?’ Jason had said.

‘They have to,’ Garth replied. ‘They don’t have any choice.’

‘But I can’t just be a man. I’m not a man,’ Jason said.

‘No, Jason, you’re not. But you can be one. Right here. Right now. If you want to.’

‘Will I get bigger?’

‘You’ll get bigger on the inside. You’ll get stronger.’

‘I’m pretty strong already.’

‘Yeah, but it’s not that kind of strength, Jase. It’s a different kind of strength. A better kind.’

‘Really?’

‘Sure, really.’

‘What do I have to do?’

‘Here, take your trunks off and I’ll show you.’

Garth held Jason’s cock in his hand and showed him the foreskin, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. It would have to be removed, he said. It could be cut off with the fishing knife. Jason would be a man; and they would have some bait which they could use.

Jason nodded slowly. ‘Won’t it hurt?’ he said.

‘Of course it’s gonna hurt, Jase. That’s how you get to be a man. It takes pain.’

Jason bit his lips. ‘Do I have to do it?’

‘You don’t have to do anything,’ Garth said. ‘I’ll do it.’

Garth got the rope from the car and tied Jason’s wrists and ankles behind the trunk of a tree, making him take his shirt and shoes off first so they didn’t get splashed with blood. There was some cream, Garth said, which he had for fishing cuts, and if it hurt too much afterwards, Jason could put that on to take away the pain.

‘But can’t I put it on first?’ Jason said, as Garth tied his wrists together.

‘Only a pussy would do that, Jase.’

Jason nodded.

‘And you’re not supposed to scream. I mean – you can, cause we’re in the middle of nowhere; but you’re not supposed to. You’re supposed to just handle it.’

Jason did scream. He tried not to, but he couldn’t help it, and even though Garth was being very kind about it, stroking Jason’s thighs and abs and taking the whole thing slowly, it was difficult not to scream in bursts. Garth cut the foreskin away like he was peeling an orange. He circled around it three times. That was how it was done; and Garth tried to keep jovial about the whole thing, making jokes about what would happen if he slipped and even getting a smile out of Jason once or twice.

Afterwards, when Garth released his wrists, Jason fell onto his knees and cried. He wanted to touch it with his hands but it was too painful and he had to ask Garth for the cream, which, after he had rubbed it in, made the whole thing numb.

It was after that that Jason first started to notice his penis getting bigger, and he supposed it had made him a man. He sat on the log naked, with his feet dangling towards the water, and looked at his cock properly for the first time. It was red and bloodied but seemed fatter and longer than it had been before.

‘I think it has made me bigger,’ he said to Garth.

‘What? Oh, hang on.’ Garth had a bite. It was a turtle and they had to put it back. They weren’t going to eat a turtle, but still, Garth said, it would be cruel not to let it have its bit of food. He took the hook out of the turtle’s mouth and fed it the piece of flesh. Jason smiled at the way the turtle ate it, not thinking, until later, when he was at home, that it had been eating a piece of his foreskin.

The rest of the foreskin caught them nothing, and, as they were getting ready to leave and Jason was putting on his shoes, he saw a piece of it in the dust with a hoard of ants around it, crawling over it excitedly and cutting pieces away.

It was, he supposed, the way that things happened.

Later, after the baseball bet, Jason wondered why Garth wasn’t a man when he was sucking his penis. He meant to ask him about it but had never gotten round to it.

‘I got it,’ Todd said, coming into the room and holding the scalpel up to the light.

‘I don’t want you to do it,’ Jason said.

‘What? Why, Jase?’

‘I don’t want anything else to happen to it. I want my dick.’ Jason put his hands around it and started to cry. ‘I don’t want to lose my dick,’ he said. ‘I’m going to win.’

‘Of course you’re going to win. But there’s only one way to do it.’

‘One way?’

‘Sure there’s only one way. You’ve got to lose to win.’

‘Lose? How can you win if you lose?’

‘How can you win if you’re already winning? That’s the question – and anyway, Jase, I’m not going to cut your dick off. I’m just going to neaten it up a bit.’

‘You really think it’ll make it better?’

‘Of course it will. I’m not going to lie to you, am I?’

Jason didn’t suppose so; and he moved his hands, letting Todd grip the end of his penis between thumb and forefinger.

‘We’ll put it under the TV,’ Todd said, ‘and stretch it out.’

Todd lifted up the television and let it down again on the tip of Jason’s penis. Pain seemed to be a thing of the past. There was a time, Jason supposed, when such a thing would have been unthinkable, and it was only when Todd sliced into his flesh with the scalpel, that Jason really felt anything, having leant back and stretched his penis as Todd suggested.

The scalpel cut through it quickly and neatly and Jason fell backwards onto the floor, opening his mouth and biting down with his teeth time and time again, putting his hands around the base of his cock and trying to stem the flow.

He was worried, but really, after Todd had applied the sealant and cleaned everything up, it did look neater.

‘It looks more normal,’ Todd said. ‘Like you’d never been circumcised.’

And it did.

‘How come you got circumcised anyway, Jase. People don’t get circumcised anymore.’

‘You did,’ Jason said, motioning with his hand at Todd’s penis.

‘Yeah, but I didn’t have any choice about it. I’m from a different place.’

‘You really think it looks better?’ Jason said, standing up again.

‘Sure, Jase. It’s still too big, but it’s gonna cut get anyway.’

‘It’s not getting cut off.’

Todd smiled. ‘I hope it does,’ Todd said. ‘I mean, Jase, that really would be something to see.’