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Cutterman "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. "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. 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." "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." "My dad said when he was a boy there used to be ice cream trucks that came through neighborhoods. We've got cutter trucks wanting to take our dicks," Sam explained. "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 being 18 months older picked on his younger brother over everything. And Joey always had to out do him so 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. "The truck's moving again," Sam interrupted. "You can do it. We're here for you," Johnny coached. Joey turned to watch the truck approaching. He was so nervous he was almost shaking. He had been taught since he began puberty last year to never take the cotton from his ears when he was outside. He knew if his dad discovered this stunt, he would be grounded for months. "Okay, Joey. 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 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 began walking toward the truck. It stopped. "Go get ‘em, bro!" he heard his brother yell out to him. Joey 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. The back doors opened and a man stepped out. Joey raised his arms and let the man pull the tank top over his head. The others stood laughing as they watched Joey being undressed. The man squatted to pull Joey's basketball shorts down his legs. Joey lifted each foot. Joey stood naked. His penis had erected. Mr. Michaels passed by the living room window. From the corner of his eye, he spotted the cutter truck stopped in front of his house. He quickly looked back. His heart began racing when he saw his youngest boy naked behind the opened truck doors. He ran from the house to try to rescue his son. "Sit down in this chair, son," the cutterman instructed Joey. As Joey began to sit, he saw his dad running toward him. The boys' eyes widened. They stared, shocked, as Mr. Michaels ran to his son. They stopped laughing. Scott realized the seriousness of what he'd done. As Joey sat, Mr. Michaels stopped at the back of the truck short of breath. He raised his arms and the cutterman pulled the shirt off. Mr. Michaels had forgotten to insert the cotton. Scott and his buddies stared, transfixed, as they watched Mr. Michaels being stripped. As his shorts were pulled down, his erection sprang out. He lifted each foot. He sat in the second chair beside his youngest son. The cutterman began slicing through Joey's erection where it met his abdomen. It came off and was placed on a plastic tray. As the cutterman began cutting through the base of Mr. Michaels' erection, Johnny said, "Scott, man, you've gotta go get yourself cut now." "He's right, dude. Your old man and little brother got cut because of you," Sam said. "Shit, man. I can't believe this. Why the hell did dad run out?" Scott swore. Mr. Michaels saw Scott reaching for the cotton. In his head he kept repeating: Don't take the cotton out, boy. Don't take the cotton out. You're the last one of us. To make right what he'd done, Scott pulled the cotton from his ears. He walked toward the truck. Mr. Michaels and Joey stood. They watched as the cutterman undressed Scott. Scott stared at the dickless crotches of his dad and brother. Scott sat in the chair his father had just vacated. They watched his erection sliced from the base. It was laid beside his brother's and father'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. Johnny and Sam watched the balls swinging freely between the legs of the Michaels family. Later that night, the three sat crying in the living room. "What in hell possessed you to take the cotton out?" Mr. Michaels screamed at his youngest son. "Scott kept daring me," Joey cried. "He promised to put the cotton back in if I became hypnotized." "None of us have dicks anymore because of this," their dad said as he held his nuts in his hand and gently massaged them. With tears in their eyes, each of his sons took their own nuts and rubbed them. "Damn, Scott. You shouldn't have pulled the cotton out. You were the last. How are we going to carry on the family name?" "I'm sorry," Scott cried.