Two Buddies Come to Bad End

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Two College Buddies Come to a Bad End - - 

Robby and Ben had been friends since the beginning of high school, 
and neither had a very good sex life. In fact, both eighteen-year-
olds were virgins. It wasn't that they were unattractive youths--far 
from it.(Especially in Robby’s case.) 

Ben knew that his friend was more attractive to the ladies than he, 
and why wouldn't they be? Robby (whose real name was Robert) was 
5'11", three inches taller than Ben. With short dark hair, deep brown 
eyes, and a more confident style, girls naturally found him the more 
attractive of the two. Physically, Rob was much more cut than his 
friend--he worked out two days a week, which isn't much, but after 
four years it was starting to show. Robby’s chest, shoulders, legs, 
everything (it seemed) was bigger and more developed than Ben. 
Finally, Robby always seemed to be tanned, which was much to Ben's 
pale complexion and blond hair. 

Yeah, their sex lives were pretty non-existent. But they both hoped 
that would change once they enrolled at the University of Michigan. 
After one semester, it hadn't. Robby could have had sex many time, 
but he always said he wanted to do it with a special, good-looking 
girl. He rejected lots of girls whom Ben would have taken in a   
heartbeat, but who were, of course, not interested. The fact that the 
girls were not good enough for his friend, and he was not good enough 
for them, didn't help soothe Ben's feelings. One Friday before exams, 
the two buddies were walking back from the campus food-court. With 
book bags strapped to their backs and Robby sporting his favorite 
ball cap, the two walked along the path they traveled everyday. The 
topic of conversation was not particularly pleasant. The news a few 
days ago reported that a sexual mutilation of several students--male 
students--had occurred at a University up North. The reporters had 
not been very specific, but it was clear that the attack was pretty 
bad, and the cops had no leads. 

"Man, there're some sick people in this world," Robby said. 

"Yeah," Ben replied. He wasn't really listening closely; he was too 
busy worrying about how to ask this girl--Sara--out before she met 
Rob and took off after him. 

"Hey, did you hear that?" Robby asked, stopping in his tracks. 

"What," Ben said, stopping a few feet up the sidewalk. 

"Pssssss" came a whisper from the bushes. 

"There it is again," Robby said. "Who's under there?" he said, 
bending down to look, smiling at the strangeness of the situation. 

"Just me." a girl, a junior or senior by the look of her, rose from 
the bushes. She was dressed in the conservative clothes favored by 
most girls on campus--a T-shirt and jeans. 

"What can we do for you?" Robby asked, smiling. 

"Nothing," she said. She walked up to Robby and placed her hand on 
the crotch of his jeans, rubbing slowly. The first thought that 
popped into Ben's head was  "great, Robby does it again". She should 
know that she's not going to be good enough for him. Robby let out a 
groan of surprise and pleasure. Ben turned his head to give his 
friend privacy. 

The next thing he heard was a thud, Robby’s body hitting the 
sidewalk. Ben turned to ask what was wrong,  but before he could say 
anything, a cold wet towel was in his face. He struggled for a few 
seconds, then everything went black. 

"Hey Ben, wake up," Robby tried to yell softly to his friend. Slowly, 
Ben regained consciousness. He was strapped to a vertical board, 
lying on an old mattress. As far as he could tell, he was in a large, 
dirty room, maybe a  small warehouse. Robby was strapped to a 
vertical leaning bed a few feet across from him. He was totally 
naked, hands and legs tied to the strange bed, legs a little over 
shoulder length apart. It was then that Ben realized that he was 
naked too, in the identical stance. Their clothes were piled in 
the corner of the room. Although Rob was not shy at all about his 
swimmer's body (he had participated in the campus's naked-mile run 
that year, while Ben stayed at the dorm) Ben had never seen his 
friend in the buff before, or visa versa. The first thing he noticed 
was that his notion that Robby was probably the "bigger man" was 
accurate. Robby’s flaccid penis was slightly--maybe an inch--longer 
than Ben's and the end seemed to twist to the left side slightly as 
it dangled. Robby’s balls looked larger too, or maybe they just hung 
lower than his, Ben thought. His tan line ended abruptly at 
his lower waist, and from there to his mid thigh was noticeably 
paler. As Robby had told him in a frank discussion a few years 
earlier, he was circumcised, his pale pink penis head hanging to the 
end of his nut sac. Ben quickly put these observations out of his 
head. He knew they were in trouble. 

"What happened?" Ben asked. 

"I don't know, but we've got to getout of here," Robby said, fear 
evident in his voice. "Where's that girl?" 
 
"Right here," a female voice said from the far side of the room. The 
girl from the bushes, still dressed in the same clothes, walked up to 
them. 

  "Let us go, please. We'll pay anything. My parents are...," Robby 
tried to negotiate. 

"Shut up," the girl said. I don't want money. I want something 
you boys hold far more valuable." It was then that Robby knew for 
sure what he suspected. It was that person from up North. 

"My name is Kim. That's not my real name, of course. I wouldn't want 
you two to help the cops find me after I leave." 

Ben struggled in his bonds. "You mean you're not going to kill us?" 
Really smart buddy, Robby thought. 

"Of course not," she said. "Well, I can't stand here all night, so we 
better get started. Let's see who will be first." She walked over to 
Robby and placed her hand on his muscular, hairless chest, rubbing 
his small nipples. 

"I always start with the one who is bigger down there," she 
explained. "I think it's only fair." She moved her hand 
slowly over Robby’s slightly washboard stomach, which began to 
raise and fall faster under her hand as his breathing increased. Her 
hand rubbed his navel briefly, playing with the little hairs that 
were the start of Robby’s dark brown love trail. Then, she grasped 
his penis. Up until this point, Robby’s fear had kept him soft, but 
his organ responded involuntarily to her feminine touch. His pale 
penis began to grow as she rubbed it with her right hand, her left 
cupping his low hanging balls. In spite of himself, Robby groaned 
softly. In a few seconds, it reached its full length, which Kim then 
measured with a ruler. 

"Hum, 6 and 3/4 inches. Almost 7 inches. That's going to be tough to 
beat," she said. She stroked Robby a few more times, then punched him 
square in his balls. The young man yelled out as his knees went weak. 
Unable to grasp his jewels to help ease the pain, he could only hang by his arm restraints. 

"Hmm," Kim said as she turned her attention to Ben for the first 
time. "I noticed before that you have a little night-crawled." Ben 
knew she was referring to the fact that he   was uncircumcised, a 
fact that had embarrassed him since early childhood. She walked over 
and grasped it with none of the playfulness with which she had 
treated Robby. She pushed the foreskin back, revealing the red penis 
head. 

  "I've never given the treatment to one like you before. It's so 
hard to come across an uncut guy in the States, you know." Ben nodded 
as his organ began to grow. "Only 6 inches. Well, my friend, looks 
like your buddy has you beat." She walked back to Robby and a scalpel 
and a needle from her pocket,  removing the plastic safety seal on 
each. "We wouldn't want you boys to catch anything," she smiled. 

"What are you going to do?" Ben asked, sweat dripping down his face. 
  
"What do you think?" Kim said. "Cut off your balls?" 

The boy's faces went white. "No, that wouldn't be bad enough. You'd 
just get a testosterone treatment or something. No, I'm going to take 
your sex life away from you forever, and I'm going to leave you with 
your balls, so you'll miss it." She leaned over Robby’s crotch, 
moving the needle right above the now soft organ. 

"No, please," Robby said, his face and torso  glistening with sweat. 
The needle moved closer. Kim grabbed the circumcised head of his 
penis in her left hand. 

"Please, don't. I'm a virgin. I don't want to die a virgin. Please, 
I'll do anything, Please, No." 

Kim stopped. She shook her head. "A virgin, you? No way. Now him"--
she pointed the needle toward Ben--"that I can believe. But a boy 
like you?" 

"It's true, I swear. Please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything you 
want." Kim nodded. "I'm not totally heartless. I'll tell you 
what...." 

She put the needle and knife down on the floor and fell to her knees. 
Before Robby could say anything, she put his soft organ into her 
mouth, sucking hard. Robby had never felt  anything like that 
sensation in his life. He gasped, then let the breath out 
as a moan. A few quick sucks and his organ was as hard as stone. Kim 
took the first five inches of him into her mouth and sucked, rubbing 
the underside of  his circumcised penis head with her tongue. Robby 
seemed to forget his   fear. He moaned and strained against the ropes 
holding him in place. Ben  watched as his buddy got his first 
blowjob. Kim's hands moved up his chest, rubbing his hard body. 
Robby’s head was thrown back, moaning with every breath. After about 
two minutes, his expression turned from pure joy to almost pain as 
his face expressed the power of his orgasm. Ben watched as Kim bobbed 
her head and sucked several more times, until his friend's  breathing 
finally began to slow. Then she rose to her feet, bringing the   
knife and needle with her. Robby didn't notice--his eyes were still 
closed  tight from his orgasm. She jabbed the needle into the base of 
his softening  penis. Robby’s eyes opened with total fear.  

"A little pain killer," She said. "I like to know that the guys I 
mess around with are screaming out of fear and loss rather than out 
of pain." Ben couldn't speak. After a few seconds for the numbness to 
set in, Kim swung her hand down in a practiced  sweep. All Robby felt 
was a distant jerk on his penis as the knife cut through his soft 
organ at the base. He screamed, bloodcurdling. With another slice, 
the penis was removed. Robby kept yelling, shaking his head   as his 
mind refused to believe to reality, kept tugging on the ropes at his  
hands. Kim acted quickly, stitching the wound so he wouldn't loss too 
much   blood. Ben had closed his eyes at the first sign of the knife 
swinging. He  opened them when Robby’s screaming stopped. The first 
thing he saw was his best friend's dick-less crotch. Where his proud, 
almost 7 inch penis once hung, only six bloody stitches could be 
seen. Robby’s balls looked much bigger now that his other organ no 
longer blocked them from view. His head  hung down limply.

"He passed out, but not from the pain, I assure you," Kim   said. "I 
make sure the guys I'm with don't feel any pain, not physically  
anyway." She still held Robby’s penis in her hand. The head was now 
pale white,  and it was shriveled from lack of blood. Ben marveled 
that the tube of flesh in   this girls hand had a moment before given 
his friend so much pleasure, but it never would again. She tossed it over to the clothes pile. 

"Why," Ben whispered through a dry throat. 

"Because I can," she said. Kim pulled another needle out of her 
pocket. Ben didn't  even try to plead; he knew it wouldn't 
do any good. "But I think I'm going to do something different with 
you," she said. "Like I said, I've never seen an uncut guy, so I'll 
be original." She stuck the needle just behind Ben's foreskin and 
slapped his organ until it was numb. "You might want to close your 
eyes for this," she said. But Ben couldn't. He wanted as she brought 
the knife down, cutting around his penis, slicing his fleshy, extra 
skin off. 

That was all that happened to him. The girl had circumcised him and 
then  left. The cops found them the next morning, both passed out, a 
severed penis and foreskin piled together on the floor, both already 
turning black. Of course, Kim had not left Ben totally off the hook. 
Her circumcision job was extremely sloppy at best, having cut a large 
chunk of his glans off on the right side and lots of shaft skin on 
the left. If Ben had thought his penis was ugly and less attractive 
to girls than most guy's, it was now for sure. His penis head had 
been mangled, looking more like chewed up chewing gum than a helmet. 

  He had had sex since then with an understanding girl, and 
masturbated, and knew  the sensation was no where near what it once 
was. The damage to Robby was, of course, worse. There was no way his 
penis could be reattached. He had spent time in the hospital, then 
dropped out of school and moved back home. Ben tried to call him 
several times, but he would never come to the phone. A year later Ben 
read that his old best friend had killed himself. He went home for 
the   funeral, where lots or mourners had gathered. The young, 
seventeen and  nineteen-year-old guys whispered about what had 
happened, how awful it was. 

  Ben asked Robby’s mother to let him look around Robby’s room before 
he left, which she, teary-eyed, agreed to do. Ben stood in the room 
where many   years ago his best friend had told him about 
masturbation, about seeing Kelly Smith's panties.... In a drawer, 
stuffed under some papers, he found a  picture of Robby, taken when 
he had participated in the naked mile student run on campus--only a 
month before the incident. The edges were bent, as if  Robby had 
pulled it out and looked at it a lot, maybe every day. It showed 
his best buddy standing naked, wearing only his book bag and ball 
cap, his shorts and white boxers in one hand, the other raised up 
over his head celebrating. His mouth was open cheering as several 
girls around him admired his hard body and his soft, circumcised 
organ dangling proudly slightly to the left.