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Prick Shift, Part 2 Drake made his selection the minute the boy was led onto the stage. There was no question. Their eyes met, and there was an instant spark of recognition, of understanding. He didn't even have to look at the other three. This kid was the one, no matter what the other boys' penises looked like. What had begun as a look of bitter defiance in the green eyes of this beautiful red- haired youth ended with a look that told Drake everything he needed to know. It was a look that tacitly said something like, "I think you're about the coolest-looking dude I've ever seen. If I willingly gave up my cock to anyone, it would be you, but please don't cut it off!" Drake's stump got a hard-on as he watched two burly guards fasten the naked boy's shackled wrists and ankles to the thick, eight-foot pole anchored in the floor behind him. The pole had the numeral 4 painted in red at its top. The poor kid already had a thick leather strap buckled behind his head that extended over his open lips; it held a large rubber ball in place inside his mouth. His screams would be audible but not loud when the cut was made. While the other three boys were brought in and fastened to poles numbers 3, 2, and 1 respectively, he diverted his eyes to the sheet of paper that had been handed him when he entered the room. His hand shook nervously as he found what he wanted at the bottom of the page: #4 - Zebadiah Snow. Age 16. 5'10.'' 145 lbs. Penis size: erect 5.8", 2.7" flaccid. Runaway, recently captured. Homosexual. Parents unknown. He apparently has three older brothers, whereabouts unknown. Answers to the name "Zeb" Present address: Juvenile Detention Facility Drake lowered the paper and wondered how he would fulfill his obligation to spend the night in the boy's home when his home was a jail. That obviously wouldn't work. Perhaps he should pick one of the other boys. He looked at #l - a scrawny-looking kid with a very small cock. #2 was a tall, fat kid who had a long, thin cock. #3 had a shaved head and looked dirty all over. Even his toenails had dirt under them. His average-size cock had visible scars on it, as though someone had been chewing on it or even trying to cut it off. Part of the foreskin was missing, revealing part of the glans on its right upper side. Damaged goods. Drake was clearly turned off by all except #4. The entire kid, not just his cock, counted for something, he thought. Zeb had a perfectly proportioned body, looking somewhat like an idealized, ancient Greek athlete. Although his hair was a bright red-orange, his complexion was a golden tan and not freckled at all. He had a perfect nose, long thin fingers and long toes, and the nails were neatly trimmed. His shoulders were wide, his hips were narrow, and he had cute, rounded buttocks. His balls were large and hung quite low, and his already erect penis looked brand new. The end of its pinkish head peeped through the very tight foreskin. The boy evidently had a bad case of phimosis, and Drake would have to remember to fill out a circumcision order tomorrow after he cut the penis off. He didn't much like the idea of giving up the foreskin, but that was better than having one that was impossibly tight. He couldn't resist walking over to the boy to touch his cock. When he did, he grasped the entire shaft and closed his hand around it. The boy flinched, then thrust his hips forward, as if he was trying to tell Drake something. In a gentle voice he asked, "Want me to jack you off? Could be your last time." The boy nodded affirmatively and kept his beautiful green eyes fixed on Drake's. Drake began by gently pushing the tight foreskin back and forth over the head; the penis grew and began twitching. Drake noticed that there was a sexy-looking blue vein that snaked its way along the tight skin of the shaft's outer skin. He quickened his pace and pressure, wanting to put his mouth on the cock, but was afraid of how the guards might react. Damn the guards! He dropped to his knees and opened his mouth, but before he could reach Zeb's cock with it, the boy closed his eyes tightly, his body convulsed, and he shot a powerful jet of boy semen right into Drake's left eye. Since it stung and was a surprise, Drake jumped up and squealed in pain while the boy continued to cum. Fortunately a smiling guard was there almost immediately to hand drake a white towel. Zeb had a terrified look on his face as soon as his orgasm ceased and he saw what had happened. Would this beautiful man now make him suffer unusual agony while he sawed off his cock? Drake stood up and smiled as he dried his face with the towel. He saw Zeb's fearful expression. "Don't worry, Zeb. I'm not mad. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," he said with a laugh, handing the towel back to the guard. "If this is the cock you want, you should cut it off now. I'll mark it and put the band on for you while you get a pair of gloves on and pick out a knife. The stuff is over there on the shelf," the big guard said. "Oh, I won't be taking the penis today. I'm under court order to spend the night with this kid in his home tonight and bring him back tomorrow to cut off his cock. The problem is, this kid doesn't have a home except the jail. Can you tell me what to do?" "This has happened a couple of times before. Since he's an inmate, you probably won't be able to take this kid's cock at all. You'll have to pick one of the other three cocks," said the guard. Drake looked around at the other three boys' genitals. Their cocks were all erect now from what they had seen him do to Zeb, but they looked pathetic. Drake would rather live with his stump the way it was than have one of them sewn onto it. "I just can't do it. None of them is fit for transplant. But the trouble is, if I don't cut somebody's cock off, I have to let the kid whose cock I don't cut off cut off my balls and take them to the judge who gave me permission to get a transplant in the first place. Now, as I see it, this kid Zeb has the cock I have selected. If I don't cut off his cock, as you say I can't do because I can't go home with him, I have to let him cut my balls off today so he can take my balls to the judge so she can give him a written order that allows him to keep his cock from being cut off at all. But I would rather not lose my balls. I've already lost my cock. What can I do?" asked Drake, almost out of breath. "I wish I could tell you what to do. I just don't have an answer. A situation like this has never come up before. Excuse me while I talk to my supervisor," said the confused guard, walking toward a man sitting at a desk behind a plate glass window in the back of the room. Drake waited for ten minutes until the guard returned with his supervisor. While he was waiting, the boy with the shaved head took a piss on the floor. "Gilbert here has told me about your problem; I think I have a solution," the gray-haired supervisor said. Drake noticed that the man was wearing rubber gloves and had a knife in his right hand. "Okay, Gil. Do your thing," the man said. Guard Gilbert produced a pistol-like device with a wide barrel on it and walked over to Zeb. He placed the barrel of the device over Zed's penis and pulled the trigger. When he removed it, Drake could see that a tight rubber ring had been left around the base of Zeb's penis. "What are you doing?" asked Drake anxiously. "You'll see," said the supervisor. He walked over and took Zeb's penis in his left hand. With the knife in his right hand, he made one expert slice exactly one inch above the base of the cock. It came off in his hand. Zeb's high-pitched scream could be faintly heard through his mask. Tears began to course down his cheeks. "Oh, my God. You cut it off!" yelled Drake. The other three boys could also be heard screaming under their masks. "Sure did. It's all yours," said the man as he handed the severed penis to Drake. Drake held it in his hand, horrified as he watched the engorged blood drain from the open wound onto the floor. He looked at Zeb's stump and saw that it was not bleeding because of the banding. The boy's screaming had turned into a mere whimper. Drake struggled to speak. "But the judge said -" "Don't worry. You'll be able to spend the night at young Zebadiah's home tonight as she ordered. It doesn't really matter that his home will be the County General Hospital, does it? You can spend the night yourself because you'll be getting a penis transplant there this very afternoon. I will put tomorrow's date on the boy's penectomy record, and the judge will see it when she gets a batch of other papers. She'll never be any the wiser. Oh, you'd better put that nice prick on ice before it spoils." "Thanks," said Drake, taking a small ice chest from a guard. He slipped the severed penis inside it. "I really appreciate what you've done." "Think nothing of it, son. It's just part of a normal day on the prick shift," said the supervisor, laughing. Drake presently walked out the door on his way to the nearby hospital. He tossed the clamper-slicer kit the judge had given him into a nearby garbage can. Already he was trying to figure out a way to legally adopt Zed as his only son. If he could swing it, the kid could soon get a penis transplant himself, if he wants one. Who knows? The kid may enjoy not having a cock. There are guys who do.