The Donut Machine, Part 3

"So, what do you usually do after school?" asked Pete. He and Cory were walking back to the dorm after downing a couple of vegetable burgers at the school's cafeteria.

"Well, let's see. After soccer practice, which I missed today because you dropped in, I do all the homework I can in my room that doesn't require any writing, then I go over to the library to do my writing assignments on one of the computers, if I'm lucky enough to find one free. Which reminds me, I've got to write a report for U. S. History tonight, or my ass is toast," said Cory, realizing that the part about Pete's arrival was more than slightly misleading. He wouldn't have gone to soccer practice. Cory would be in a hospital right now recovering from self-inflicted genital mutilation.

"You won't have to go the library tonight. I've got a brand new laptop computer and a printer that I haven't unpacked yet. I can even help you with your report, since I'm not enrolled in any classes yet."

"That's great. I'll take you up on that," said Cory.

"Fine. It appears to me that you lead a pretty dull life. No wonder you were so full of cum this afternoon," said Pete, laughing. He was referring to what had turned out to be more than a mere jerk off session. Both boys had managed to cum three times. His second time, Cory had cum in Pete's mouth; the third time it was somewhere inside Pete's lower intestinal tract.

It would be safe to say that Cory's first sexual experience with another person had been a watershed event. In a single afternoon, Pete had managed to turn Cory's whole life around. Cory had fallen instantly in love with him, and his attitude toward his own cock was totally changed. Suddenly it was no longer despised; it had become an oversized conduit of incredible pleasure and fulfillment.

"My life was dull until you came along," said Cory, reaching over and squeezing Pete's arm.

"Same here. You're the best thing that's come along in my life since the hurricane. But that reminds me: a hurricane saved my dick once, but it can't next week. Are things going to be the same between us after I lose it?"

"The way I'm thinking right now, they could cut off your cock and both of your legs, and it wouldn't make any difference as to how I feel about you. I would only worry about you and how you feel."

"That's great to know. Thanks. As I see it then, there's only one thing that could really mess things up between us."

"What's that?" asked Cory, frowning.

"For you to lose your cock," said Pete.

"Don't worry. It's not going to happen," said Cory with confidence as they walked through the main entrance of the residence hall.

"Are you sure he's in there?" whispered Perry.

"He must be. He's in that library every fuckin' night, I tell you. Otherwise he would have to sit alone in his room," said Danny, fingering a roll of duct tape he was planning to cover Cory's mouth with once they captured him.

It was already ten thirty, and Cory had not yet come out of the library building. Waiting since nine, the three teenage conspirators were uncomfortably crouched behind tall juniper bushes that were very prickly if touched by bare skin. Norman was suffering the most because he was the least athletic of the three; he was certainly not used to squatting on his haunches, and his legs had gone to sleep because Danny would not allow him to stand up. Every time he moved he was stabbed anew by a juniper bush. He had never been so miserable in his life; getting his penis cut off was a relatively painless experience compared to this.

All three boys were dressed in black. They wore black stocking caps, black long-sleeve turtleneck shirts and black jeans. At Danny's insistence they were barefooted because he was afraid their usual footwear might give away their identities. They had black ski masks ready to put on as soon as they saw Cory emerge from the building.

"Danny, I've gotta resign from this mission. My feet have gone to sleep, and I think I'm gonna throw up," said Norman in a weak, pleading voice.

"You obese asshole! I had a hunch you wouldn't be able to do this job. You know what this means, don't you?"

asked Danny, almost snarling.

"You'll put the big rubber band on my ball sack. I don't care. What do my balls matter if I'm dead?" asked Norman pathetically.

"All right. Get out of here and go home. Tomorrow you lose your balls, fatso!"

Norman crawled out of the bushes on hands and knees until he reached the lawn. He stood up, lurched forward and began walking unsteadily toward the sidewalk. The feeling gradually returned to his feet, and he managed to walk back to the dorm.

"What now, fearless leader? We were counting on Norman to sit on Cory to hold him down while we tied him up," said Perry.

"That's not what worries me. The library closes in fifteen minutes. What if he really isn't in there, after all?" asked Danny.

"Want me to go inside and see?"

"Walk in there in your black suit and your bare feet? You're fuckin' crazy. They would think you were a ninja assassin and call the security cops."

"Then just what do you suggest we do, O wise one?" asked Perry.

"What we should have done in the first place. Go back to the dorm and knock on Cory's door. You and I can ambush him in his own room," said Danny, getting up and stretching.

"Are you sure about this? If he makes a lot of noise, the guys in the other rooms will hear it."

"That's just the chance we'll have to take. We can't keep that donut machine in our room forever. Somebody might find out that it's missing. We've got to use it on Cory's big old cock tonight."

"Okay if you say so, Master," said Perry as he stood up. If Danny knew how much Perry loved him and was turned on by such talk, Danny would take his balls off along with Norman's.

End of Part III - to be continued