The Donut Machine, Part 4

"Rats. Looks like we're out of paper," said Cory, looking at an empty space on a bookshelf above his small desk. Pete had just finished typing Cory's history report on his laptop, but there was no paper to put into the printer.

Pete got up from the desk, stretched and yawned. He looked at his wristwatch; it was a quarter to eleven. "So, I guess we need to borrow some paper from somebody. Got any ideas?" asked Pete.

"Sure. Norman and Jeff. They're a couple of computer nerds. They've got lots of paper. I'll just be a second; their room is just one floor down in 308," said Cory. He stepped out the door and closed it behind him.

Less than a minute later, Pete heard a knock at the door. He walked over and opened it.

"What's the matter, forget your - ?" he said just before a large fist struck his cheek under his left eye. The blow was so hard he was lifted off his feet and knocked backward. The back of his head hit hard when he landed on the floor; he was out cold.

"Oh, my God, that's not Cory!" said Danny, who had watched Perry deliver the blow. Danny held rope, tape and blindfold in his hands. It was on his orders that Perry had delivered the blow as soon as the door opened, so that Cory would have little or no time to react. Perry had succeeded beyond expectations but had apparently clobbered the wrong guy.

"Are we in the wrong room?" asked Perry, bewildered.

"No way! This is 412. Everybody in the dorm knows Cory lives in 412."

"Well, I've never seen this guy in my life. I hope I didn't kill him," said Perry.

Danny closed the door, and Perry removed his black ski mask. He tossed it aside and knelt beside the stranger on the floor. The unconscious boy was breathing steadily. He was naked except for a pair of boxer shorts. An annoying characteristic of boxer shorts is the tendency of the fly to be open when you don't necessarily want it to be. The boy's fly was open and his circumcised penis was hanging out of it. Danny laid the rope and paraphernalia aside and knelt down next to Perry.

"He's got a cock; must be a visitor from the outside, probably Cory's cousin or somebody," said Danny.

"What do we do, then?" asked Perry, who stood up.

"Get the hell out of here before we get in trouble," said Danny, also standing up. Pete groaned and moved an arm.

That served as a cue. The two attackers exited the room so quickly they left Perry's ski mask and the roll of duct tape behind.

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Cory was at a loss to figure out why Norman had locked him in his bathroom. A few minutes earlier Cory had knocked on Norman's door, and Norman had opened it but turned pale for some reason when he saw it was Cory. Nevertheless he ushered Cory into his room. Norman's roommate Jeff was nowhere to be seen.

Cory was puzzled because Norman was dressed in black from his head to his bare feet on a warm night, but Norman had a reputation for being somewhat eccentric. The bizarre behavior continued as soon as Cory asked to borrow twenty sheets of bubble jet printer paper.

Norman thought for a moment then smiled. "Of course. I keep it in the bathroom. Help yourself."

Cory felt that the bathroom was a weird place to keep printer paper, but he went into Norman's bathroom and began to look around. There was no paper to be seen except toilet paper, and that wouldn't work in a computer printer.

"Norm, are you sure? I don't see any."

"That's because there isn't any. Gotcha!" shouted Norman, slamming the heavy oak door and fastening the bolt.

Cory pounded on the door and shouted until he was hoarse but to no avail. He tried the door on the other side of the large bathroom, but it was also bolted from the other side. Both doors were too thick and heavy to break down without a fire ax.

Among the features of this residence hall were the bathrooms shared by four boys, two to a bedroom, on either side. Boys could insure their privacy from the boys on the opposite side by keeping the door bolted from inside their own bedroom. There was a window, but it was high on the wall above the lavatory and too small to crawl through. Cory had never thought of these bathrooms as traps, but he was trapped inside one now. All he could do was wait until someone let him out. He tried to think. Who lived in the bedroom opposite Norman and Jeff, number 310? He remembered. It was Danny and Perry!

He pounded on their locked door. No answer. Where could they be at eleven o'clock on a school night? Cory sat down hard on the lid of the toilet and began to feel sorry for himself.

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Norman was standing at Danny's and Perry's door when the boys, both with looks of panic on their faces, came down the hallway.

"What are you doing out of your room, asshole?" asked Danny, fumbling for his key.

"Using my head instead of my muscles," said Norman with a triumphant smile.

"You don't even have any muscles. What are you talking about? You look like the fat cat who got the cream," said Danny.

"You'll see. I have a big surprise for you. I won't have to lose my balls after all. Go inside and open the door to the bathroom."

"You probably took a shit with the window closed and want us to smell it. That wouldn't be any surprise," said Perry with a laugh.

Danny stripped off his ski mask, used his key on the door, and led the others inside the bedroom. Danny switched on a light and tossed his ski mask on his bed. All three boys walked across the room, and Perry unbolted the bathroom door and opened it. There sat Cory Rain on the toilet. He jumped up when he saw who it was. There was a smile of relief on his face, as though he had just been rescued.

"Thank God. I thought I was going to die in here!"

"Fuckin' shit. How did you manage this?" Danny asked Norman.

"Kidnapping skill, I guess. You guys just don't have it," said Norman with a laugh.

"Kidnapping? What are you guys talking about? Norm, your little joke is over. Just give me the printer paper. It's getting late, and I've got to run off my report for History class," said Cory, trying to leave the bathroom but not able to squeeze past the three tall youths blocking his way. He happened to notice that Perry and Danny were dressed in black like Norman. What was going on?

"Your history report can wait. We're going to cut off your cock first. Have you ever seen Hawthorne's famous donut machine?" asked Danny with a wicked laugh.

"No. Hey, you're not serious, are you?"

"Of course. Have a look," said Danny, gesturing for Cory to enter the room.

Cory walked in and immediately saw the wicked-looking machine on a desk near the window. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"I never joke about stuff like this. Cory Rain, as a loyal student of Hawthorne who respects our school's traditions, and on behalf of those dickless guys who feel the same as I do, I hereby declare that your penis is illegal. It has to be cut off if you are to have the respect and friendship of your fellow students. So, I'm asking you to cooperate with us and take off your clothes. It will only hurt for a minute or two. I suggest you don't try to escape. The three of us can easily overpower you," said Danny in his most serious tone of voice.

"Now, wait a minute. I don't know where or how you got that machine, or even if it really is the donut machine that cuts off cocks. If it is, you're the ones who've done something illegal. I doubt if the head master gave you permission to bring that thing up to your room," said Cory, getting angry.

"He's got a point, Danny. We'd better just let him go, or else he'll rat on us. We could get sent down," said Perry.

Danny seemed to ignore the remark. "How do I know you have a legal right to your cock? Nobody seems to know anything about why you were admitted as a sophomore and given special permission to keep your dick. I'll make a deal with you. If you tell us why you got this special treatment, we'll let you keep your cock," said Danny.

"I can't make a deal like that. The headmaster told me that if I ever told anybody why I got to keep my cock, he would cut it off himself personally," said Cory.

"Danny, this talk about the headmaster is making me nervous. I don't want to get kicked out of Hawthorne. Let's just let him go," said Norman.

"Shut up, fathead! We're in this too deep now to just let him go. He'd walk out of here and go straight to the headmaster," said Danny.

"What are you going to do then, kill me?" asked Cory.

"Believe me, that had crossed my mind," said Danny with a chuckle.

"Like I almost killed that guy in Cory's room a few minutes ago?" asked Perry, winking slyly at Danny. Cory could not see the wink because Perry was facing away from him.

"You almost killed Pete? No way. You're lying. You probably just saw somebody going into my room. You're saying this to get me upset or something," said Cory with a note of fear in his tone.

"I hit him too hard. Thought he was you, Cory. His head hit the floor hard, and it knocked him out," said Perry.

"Yeah. He could be dead - we never took his pulse. Who is that guy anyhow?" asked Danny.

"He's a new student here, my new roommate," said Cory. He showed an anguished look from thinking of Pete being injured.

"Then he shouldn't have a cock either. We saw his cute little circumcised prick. Looks like we've got another job for the donut machine," said Danny.

"My God, you really did hurt Pete, didn't you? What kind of animals are you? Get out of my way!" he shouted, knocking Danny and Perry aside too quickly for them to respond. Cory opened the door and was out of the room before they could stop him. Tears were coursing down his cheeks as he bounded up the stairway toward his room.

End of Part 4 ---- To be continued