Back on Campus

I had to agree with him, but not for the same reasons. "Yeah, and that one guy never did take his shirt off."

"Which one? The ringleader guy?"

"Yeah, neither him or the undercover cop kid. You'd think with two guys like that in the movie theyd' find some excuse for one or another of them to be working shirtless on a car or something."

"Do you ever think about anything but sex?" Benji asked, with a smile on his face and a developing tent in his pants.

I made it a point to look down at his crotch, then back up at his face, and make sure he saw me do it. "With something like that next to me the whole way home can you really blame me?"

"Hah," he laughed, "I guess not."

We hopped up into his truck. I rolled down the window while Benji peeled his shirt off - what with the record high temperatures we'd been having this summer and his beat up old truck's complete lack of A/C it took about two seconds for both of us to be completely drenched in sweat, even in the cooler evening air. I took mine off as we left the parking lot. "Look at this. It's already got sweat all over it."

"S'okay, a little sweat is good for you. Makes your skin slicker." He reached over and ran his knuckle down my chest, then put his arm up on the back of the seat and started stroking the back of my neck.

"Mmmm," I cooed with pleasure. I love it when he does that.

"You all hard?" he asked. "I sure am."

"Oh, yeah."

"So whip it out." Benji started to undo his pants. "Give the little guy some air."

"Hey, he's not that little," I joked as I unzipped my pants. "Longer'n yours."

"Lots skinnier, too, pencilboy." We both had points - his dick was maybe five and a half inches long but so thick I couldn't get my hand all the way around it, while mine was maybe seven long and skinnier. Not a pencil, though.

We pulled up to a light and Benji leaned over a little, grasping my cock and pumping it a little bit slowly. I watched the impressive muscles of his arm flex and relax as he did it, same as I watched them the day we met.

He was a senior in college and I had just graduated. I kept my student ID so I could still get student discounts and work out at the campus weight room. It was during the summer and early - I would lift before work. One day it was a Friday, the same day as the summer term's final exams, so it was just the two of us in the gym and maybe two other guys. I kept staring at him as he did his sets, biceps bulging and all.

When I finished my workout I walked into the shower only to find him jacking off in it. He didn't hear me at first but the sight of a big muscle guy jerking right in front of me gave me a rock hard boner. I wasn't really sure what to do - this guy could kick my ass and here I am staring at him wanking. Before I could leave the shower he noticed me and turned around, a total look of surprise and embarrasment on his face.

I stood there petrified. His gaze drifted down to my crotch and he saw my boner. his eyes growing a little wider. "You, uh...need to take care of that?" he asked.

"I guess so," I asked, still not entirely sure what was going on.

His cock, limp when he saw me, was now growing hard again. He looked down at it and back up at me. "Looks like we got the same problem." He smiled.

"Looks like it." I relaxed now - this guy had to be queer. "Maybe you should get yours taken care of too."

"Guess so. Maybe, uh...we could help each other out."

I couldn't hide my excitement. "Hell, yes. I'll lock the door..." that was the fastest I think I'd ever moved before, running to that door butt ass naked, locking it, and running back. When I got back into the shower I was so eager I actually slipped on the tile and slid about two feet, ending up right at Benji's feet.

"You don't waste time, do you?" he joked, and dropped to his knees. He put his hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed me back, coming down over me. I could feel his hot breath through the steam of the shower and the coolness of the tile on my back. He kissed me lightly on the lips, holding himself up with his arms, his boner pressing into my lower stomach and mine rubbing the back of his balls.

We kissed some more and inhaled his scent deeply - the steam from the shower was making the both of us sweat, and his smelled of musk and salt. He came up onto his side and stared down at me smiling, reaching for my cock and pumping it slowly while I stretched out on the tile. "I like your dick," he said. "Nice and long."

I turned my head a few inches and his was right in my face. "I like yours too...nice and thick." I licked the head lightly, and his dick jerked up a little bit. He then straddled me, giving me a perfect view of his amazing body. He lowered himself slowly onto my cock, allowing it to slide into his ass just a little at a time. "You must work out all the time."

"Mmmm," he moaned in pleasure. "It's my second favorite hobby."

"Do I need to ask what the first one is?"

"Probably...unh...not." He smiled and let himself slide all the way in. Almost reflexively I thrust up a little bit and enjoyed the look on his face as I smacked his prostate around. "Shit..." he muttered. Up and down he went, flexing and relaxing his massive thighs. "Are you an exclusive top or do you switch?" he asked.

I was in so much pleasure I could barely talk. "Switch..." I croaked out between moans of pleasure.

"Good, cuz I'm about to blow a lo..." he was interrupted by orgasm, gobs of gooey white jizz spraying out. The first blast caught me full in the face, the rest landing on my shaven chest like somebody had poured out half a shampoo bottle. I kid you not, he sat there spurting for a good fifteen seconds, his ass clenched around my cock like a vise grip the whole time.

When he was done he stood up, his enourmous chest heaving. "God, I needed that," Benji remarked, wiping his longish hair back with one hand and offering me a hand up with the other.

"Do you always cum that much?" I asked. "You must have just lost five pounds."

"Only when I haven't had a good fuck in a while. Working out while staring at a hot guy kinda helps. Now," he got on his knees, "looks like you still need some attention."

He shoved his face into my crotch, taking the entire length of my shaven cock in one swallow! I was amazed - it's not like I'm huge or anything but most guys I've met, including me, can only take about five inches before gagging a little. He just sucked it down like his mouth had been molded around my penis, moving in and out with increasing speed, playing with my balls with one hand and fingering my ass the next. With that sort of attention it didn't take long before my nuts exploded into his mouth. I'll give him credit, he was a born bottom, swallowing the whole thing down.

After we both caught our breath and rinsed off we just sat down in the steam feeling each other's skin. I was a little dazed until Benji broke my reverie with his trademark humor. "I knew there was a reason to shave my pubes today."

We both broke out laughing, and ended up looking straight into each other's eyes. "You wanna go again?" I asked him, my dick already hard again.

"Hell, yeah." We stood up, holding each other, both feeling the muscles of the other.

"You know, I don't even know your name," I told him, as his kissed my up and down my neck.

"Benji," he muttered between deep breaths. "What's yours?"

"Keith. Keith!" Benji was waving his hand in front of my face. "Wake up, dude!"

I shook myself back to the present. "Shit...oh, sorry."

"Where were you?"

"Oh, uh...just zoning out."

"This is that song I wanted you to hear." He had put in some mix CD he made before we went to the movie; it had a song he had been wanting me to hear for awhile. "What were you thinking about?" he asked me.

"The first time we met, in the showers at the rec center."

He smirked. "I figured it had to be good thoughts."

"Why's that?"

"The tent in your pants." I glanced down to see that indeed, they had been good thoughts. "That was a great night, wasn't it?"

"Oh, yeah." We missed our turn home. "Where are you going?"

"I had a thought." Benji was the kind of guy who when he got mischeivous would not for the life of him tell you what he was up to. I knew better than to try and find out where we were going, so just groped myself a little through my jeans and pulled my shirt off to cool a little from the oppressive heat. Even with the window open and the AC going I was sweating.

We turned into the campus area and I knew where we were going. It was no surprise to me when we pulled into a parking lot across the street from the rec center. Benji killed the engine and hopped out, not bothering to grab his shirt. I started to take mine when he said not to worry about it. "You'll just be taking it right off again anyway."

"C'mon," he gestured and ran across the street, looking to see if anyone was around. Midnight on campus on a Friday night was dead - everybody was out partying. "There's a door they always left open when I worked here," he muttered to me, and we jogged around to the back of the building. The door was unlocked and we slipped into the humid darkness inside.

"You think anybody's here, like janitors or something?" I whispered.

"No point in talking low. Nobody's gonna be here," he said in a normal voice. He peeked his head around the corner, looking down the long windowless hallway that ran the length of the building. There was just enough light from the street seeping in through the windows at the far end to see dimly.

Benji turned around, pulled me close and kissed my deeply, squeezing my ass a little as he did it. "So you want to relive our first time together?" he asked breathily.

"I'll beat you there," I joked, and took off running. While Benji had thirty lean pounds of muscle on me, I was stilll faster than he was, and sprinted off to the bathrooms, easily outpacing him. Once in the locker room, the red light from the exit signs was still enough to see by. I stepped out of my sandals and dropped my pants, making it into the showers just as he came into the locker room. The tile was cold but the air warm, and the air on my sweaty skin felt good.

I stood in the center of the showers facing the entrance, and Benji stepped into view. In the dim light of the exit sign he looked even more muscular as the shadows deepened the divots in his abs and highlighed every little striation in his legs, arms, and pecs. I could feel the precum dripping off the end of my dick.

He walked over to me and reached behind me, turning the water on. The warmth of the water splashing over us was only even more intense, and we started our lovemaking with an intense animal energy. It was even better than the first time because now we knew each other and knew exactly what to do to one another. He didn't seem concerned about somebody walking in on us but I sure was, and remembered that feeling from the first time we met.

I got my cock into his ass first. Benji was down on his knees, me standing behind him, hips shoving into his backside, pounding to a rythym only we heard, over and over and over again until finally I let loose in him.

Benji washed the cum from his ass and turned off the water. "It's getting a little tough to breathe with all the steam," he said. "Let's take a little rest."

We sat on the tile with the water off for a bit. The relative coolness made my nipples harden and shrink to the size of dimes. The water cooled quickly, and we held each other in the darkness for a few minutes.

I would have sat there in his arms all night, but after a ten minutes or so we heard voices from outside. "Shit," Benji muttered, and we stood up. "Don't come in here, don't come in here..." he chanted under his breath. "Come on," he said to me, and jogged over to where we had left our clothing.

We started to dress when the voices suddenly grew louder and the lights came on. There was no time to dress, so we just grabbed our things and went to the far side of the row of lockers, hiding behind the end. We peeked out on opposite sides to see what was going on.

About twenty guys came in wearing only ultra skimpy swimming briefs in the school's colors - the swim team, we guessed. They were laughing and joking amongst themselves, like they had just won a meet or something. They headed straight for the shower, but stopped at the edge.

"Are you sure nobody else is in here, Joe?"

"There shouldn't be. Why?"

"Hey, I know him," Benji whispered to me. "He was in a class I had my senior year."

"Because there's still water on the floor."

"Eh, you're just being paranoid. There's noboby here; nobody else has a key. Besides, who would be here on a Friday night?"

"Yeah, I guess so..." muttered the first guy, not sounding convinced. That was a close one, I thought.

The guys pulled over two of the big plush recliner things the physical therapists used and set them up inside the shower. "What are they doing?" whispered Benji. I shrugged.

"Everybody ready?" Joe asked. There was a chorus of yeah's from the others. "Let's go, then." We couldn't really see them too well at this point, which was unfortunate because they all started peeling off the little strips of clothing they wore. We got a couple of good ass views, and then one that shocked us.

Joe faced our direction. Like all the rest of the swimmers, his body was fully shaved (and I mean fully), but instead of a shaven cock and balls, there was just a tiny shaven cock. No balls, no sac, nothing. Another swimmer came into view and he was the same way! "The hell..." Benji whispered. It seemed like all of them were. What was going on here?

They darkened the lights and all stood at attention along the pathway from the entrance to the showers - hands behind their backs, chests puffed out, backs straight. We could hear the door open, and soon could see two guys, nude, with shaven but otherwise normal genitals. They looked kinda young - probably freshmen. Both of them were blindfolded and being led to the showers by two of the nutless guys. It looked like some sort of hokey initiation ceremony.

Once over to the recliner things, the two normal guys were put on them. The recliners were tilted back so the guys were lying on their backs with their legs up in the air and spread. Joe, who was evidently the MC here, was asking them something and they answered, but I couldn't make out what they were saying - the echo of the showers made it hard to hear.

I felt a drop of something sticky hit my shoulder, and turned to see that Benji's cock was as erect as I'd ever seen it and dripping a bit. I gave him a few tugs and turned back to see what was happening, but couldn't get a view; all the other swimmers had crowded around and all I could see was muscular backs and asses.

"Maybe we should sneak out now," I whispered to Benji.

"No, I want to see what happens," he whispered back. There wasn't any point in trying to convince him to leave, I knew - once he sets his mind on something there's no changing it.

We waited for what seemed like half an hour, when finally the swimmers let out a little cheer. The ones blocking our view opened up in the middle and out they led the two younger guys. I could see that they no longer had normal genitals, but now their balls seemed to be missing, just like their teammates', and their dicks looked a lot smaller. They seemed dazed and needed help walking, but the other swimmers would pat them on the back and ass, smiling and congratulating them.

"I thought I saw somebody back here," said a voice behind us! I nearly had a heart attack; we were caught.

Benji and I turned around, and it was the guy who had been suspicious before. He looked pissed. "You been here the whole time?"

"Uh...yeah," Benji muttered. "Look, we were in here fucking around and we didn't think anybody else was going to be in here either. We weren't trying to spy on your or anything, but we didn't want to get caught naked in the showers either, ya know?"

He still looked pissed. "You should come up this way." He put on hand on either of our backs and pushed us up to the front where the others were. "There was somebody there," he announced loudly.

"Shit," I muttered.

"Up front, fellas," he ordered us, and then jostled us back toward the others. Benji, being a semi-pro bodybuilder and me having taken martial arts classes since I was seven were both decent in a fight, and could have taken him if need be, but twenty athletic guys was unlikely. Besides, Benji said he knew one of them a few years ago; maybe they'd just let us go if we didn't say anything.

When the other swimmer caught sight of us a hush filled the room. "Look what I found," the guy who apprehended us said proudly.

Joe squinted his eyes at Benji. "Ben?" he asked.

"Yeah. What's up, Joe?"

"What are you doing here?"

Benji explained. "Look, we didn't mean to bust up your deal, here. We were fucking around in the showers and you came in; we didn't want to get caught either, but once you started...doing...whatever it is you're doing to each other, we couldn't really get out without being seen."

There was much whispering. "So," Joe spoke, "you've seen everything, then."

"What...why do you do...that?" I gestured towards his groin.

"That," spat the guy who caught us, "is what makes us the best team in the country." I knew we had a good team but never knew we were number one. I didn't say anything, though.

"What Gabe's trying to say," Joe glared at Gabe, "is that it greatly reduces drag through the water, and legally allows us to alter our hormone levels without running afoul of NCAA bylaws."

"Wait, wait," Benji stammered. "So you remove your balls because of a sport?"

"Looks like you're halfway there yourself, steroid boy!" shouted Gabe, angrily. He had a point - Benji's testicles had shrank considerably since I had known him, but I knew he was sensitive about it and never said anything. His dick still worked so I never really worried too much.

"Fuck you! At least I can still..."

Joe pushed them apart, one hand on each one's chest. "Stop it! This is stupid!" I felt about the same way. "Look, you sacrifice for your sport, we sacrifice for ours. Fighting over it is pointless."

"Hey man," I started. "Just let us get dressed and we'll get out of here, no big deal."

Joe thought for a second. "Hmmm. No, I don't think so."

"Huh? Why? Look, we won't tell anybody." Benji was getting flushed as he got angry.

"Well, Benji," Joe smiled. "You don't seem to think we can fuck. We can't let you leave here thinking something like that now, can we?" Joe nodded to one of the guys behind Benji, and the guy reached around and started stroking Benji slowly. I felt a hand snake around my back and do the same to me, pulling back my foreskin and stroking slowly up and down the length of my now turgid dick.

"Our team has to defend their honor, right?" Joe stepped up to Benji and licked one of his nipples. Suddenly we were surrounded by naked, shaven, muscled young hardbodies - the stuff of pornos. I briefly wondered if maybe I'd just fallen asleep in the movie and was having a really weird dream, but the lips around my cock seemed to be telling me otherwise.

"Hey, let's move up to the couches, they're comfier," said one of the guys. I let them move up onto one, now lying on my back with young boys all over me. One put his groin near my face, so I started licking his turgid dick. I wondered if they could still cum, and found out when a few of them started spurting. I came soon after, but they kept going. Now completely relaxed, I just lay back and let them do most of the work.

Suddenly I heard Benji cry out. "Hey, what the hell is this?" I started to turn around only to find that I couldn't. Cords tightened around my wrists and ankles, and I found myself bound tightly to the chair. A quick glance over to Benji showed that he was in the same predicament as I.

Gabe stood between us toward our feet, arms crossed over his chest and looking very proud of himself. "You don't seriously think we could let you see this and then just let you go, trusting that you wouldn't tell anybody, would you? Not only could the school athletic program be put on suspension, but our careers could go down the drain."

"I thought you said it wasn't against the NCAA rules."

Joe stepped into our field of vision from behind us. "It isn't. Now. If word of this got out they'd surely make it against the rules, not to mention the embarrassing attention. They'd think we were looking for aliens in comets or something."

"You sound like you're ashamed of something you did to yourself," Benji remarked.

"We're not ashamed of it!" Gabe raised his voice. "Surely you do things you're not ashamed of but you'd still rather everybody not know about." He had a point there, but then, getting tied to the bed every now and again was a long way from slicing off my testicles.

"Look, man, we swear we won't tell anybody. What would we have to gain?" Benji tried to reason with them.

"That's not a risk any of us are willing to take," Joe responded.

"So what, then? What are you going to do, cut our tongues out or something?" I was getting really worried at this point.

"No," Joe laughed a little.

"We've just decided to make you guys honorary members of the team." Gabe smiled wickedly, his canines protruding. He was really getting off on this.

"What? You mean, you're going to..." Benji got cut off mid sentence.

"But since you're just honorary members, you won't get the regular treatment," Gabe broke in. "So we're going to let you choose."

Joe spoke up again. "You can keep either your balls or your dicks. Your choice. Any lip, any attempt to resist, any annoyance whatsoever, and you lose everything. You've got ten seconds."

I wasted five of them fuming, and then figured I'd better choose fast. They said they got hormones to keep their bodies, and they obviously had sex drives. I decided that if I had to choose, they could take my balls. I wasn't having kids anyway and that way I could still have an almost normal sex life.

Just as soon as I'd mentally decided, Gabe said, "You. Which will it be?" pointing at me.

"Balls," I sighed.

He pointed at Benji. "You?"

"Dick."

"Benji, no!" I broke out. "Get hormones, man!"

"I can't. I couldn't compete if they found weird hormones in my system. Besides, I like bottoming. You keep your dick, but I need my nuts."

I didn't know what to say. I'd miss him in me, even if we didn't do it that way very often.

There wasn't much time to worry about it. "Get a catheter in the big boy. We'll cut this one first," Gabe said, gesturing at me. My heart was pounding and my breathing heavy; the thought of my impending castration was practically enough to give me heart attack.

The other swimmers were standing around watching. Joe produced a device that looked like a wide slide rule with a hole in the middle of it. They pulled my balls down through the hole, and he slid the two pieces of the thing together until they pinched the neck of my scrotum. "Count backwards from three out loud," Joe ordered me. I figured he'd do it when I got to one.

"Three," I inhaled, "Two," I exhaled, and right before I said one I felt a sharp pressure on my scrotum, then just a slight sting. Asshole did me on two. Joe held up the device, my scrotum hanging from its center. Joe lifted up my cock to check out the underside. I had no idea what it looked like, but he seemed satisfied with the results, and moved on to Benji.

I turned my head to see. He had the plastic tube of a catheter coming out the end of his penis, but Joe stepped between us to use the thing on Benji, so all I could see was Joe's ass. Some of the other swimmers clustered around to watch, which totally obscured my view.

He didn't even have Benji count; just asked him if he was ready. "I'll never be ready for this, asshole," then just a little grunt of pain.

I saw Joe hand Gabe Benji's severed penis. He already had my balls. "Get rid of these." Gabe took off.

The swimmers started getting dressed from clothes in the lockers. Joe stayed behind with us. "Well, gentlemen, you both are nicely cauterized. We found your clothes by the door, but we're really not interested in having you chase after us, so we'll be leaving them down in the hall by the weight room." The weight room was clear on the other end of the building.

Joe walked over to the lockers and dressed. While he was getting less naked, Gabe came in. Joe gave him a deep kiss and grabbed his ass, Gabe having to stand on tiptoe to meet his lips. They separated, and Joe muttered, "Get dressed," to him, slapping him lightly on the butt.

"Well, boys, this is where we part ways."

"You're not seriously going to just leave us here." I could tell Benji was glaring at him even if I couldn't see it.

"Nah. We're going to let you have one hand free. That way you can get loose pretty easily, but we'll be safely gone. Gabe's a better sprinter than I am, though, so he'll stay here a minute to let you out." Great, I thought. Leave the little psychopath with us while all the marginally sane people leave. Whee. Joe walked off, shouting, "Later on, kids," as he left the locker room. "See you back at the dorm, Gabe."

We were alone with Gabe. Alone, tied down, mutilated, and pissed off. Prickboy sauntered up to us, just wearing his shoes, a pair of long shorts and a big smile. "Looks like we have a few minutes," he said to the room. We both just stared at him. "I get bored really easily, ya know."

"Really, now?" I spat, sarcastically.

Gabe came over to me. "Really." He looked me over slowly. I was getting nervous, not knowing what he planned on doing. Gently, he took hold of my dick. Still holding it, he looked at my face and said, "You really should have kept your balls. The stub's a lot more sensitive. Still..." he started stroking me slowly, his hand firmly gripping where my balls should have been. "You should be able to do a lot with this." He kept stroking, a little faster. His other hand went to my right nipple and pinched it a little. He then traced the central line of my abs with his index finger, slowly making his way down, jacking me a little faster. I let out a few pleasure noises. "You like this, don't you?" he asked me. "You glad you kept this instead of your balls?" I didn't want to answer him, but just closed my eyes and tried not to enjoy it. I could hear Benji struggling with the restraints. "Oh, come on. You love your dick, don't you? You know you love it." I was getting closer and closer to cumming, and let out a moan. "Oh yeah, you like it. Too bad."

I was so close to orgasm that I really didn't think about what he said, but when Benji cried out, "Stop! No!" I opened them again, only to see that Gabe had the castrating tool around my cock, right up at the base, and then...

Benji, muscles straining, broke through the restraints, throwing himself across the shower stall onto me and into Gabe. They fell to the floor, struggling, wrestling around. The castrating tool was still tightly fastened around my cock, presumably all ready to go with the push of a button, but I couldn't get out of the restraints, no matter how hard I tried.

The fought for only a few minutes, when Benji managed to get Gabe into a chokehold. He fought him over to the table, straddled the smaller man, and began fastening him down to the chair. Gabe screamed the whole time, yelling for Joe or somebody. Benji grabbed a nasty looking sock that someone had abandoned what looked like some time ago and stuffed it into the Gabe's mouth, then released me.

I stood, rubbing my wrists and inspecting my penis. Gabe got back up atop Benji, straddling the kid's stomach. My cock didn't look too bad - the tool had made a clean slice along the scrotum, leaving a small white line along the underside of my dick. It didn't hurt much, just stung a little, and wasn't swelling at all. I figured it must have cauterized the blood vessels instantly or something.

"Looks like your friends are all gone, little boy." Benji could be intimidating when he wanted to be. He wasn't the tallest guy, but he was a semi-pro bodybuilder - not someone you want pissed and sitting on top of you. Gabe looked like he was about to shit himself, eyes wide open, moving his head back and forth. "Hand me that thing," he asked me, pointing at the castration tool. Benji got back up off Gabe and put the tool over Gabe's little stub. "You know, I could remove what's left of your little package." Gabe just stared at him angrily.

"Not like any jury would convict you," I muttered.

"You got a point there," Benji replied. He looked at Gabe, smiled, and squoze the trigger.

"I've got an idea. Get dressed." The both of us got all our clothes on, and I dialed the campus police number. "I think there are burglars in the campus athletic center," I told the operator. "Around the shower room," and then hung up. "Let's go."

We took the sock back out of Gabe's mouth and pushed him back around where the chair had been stored, so he wasn't readily visible from the rest of the locker room. "Now here's your choice, little buddy," I addressed him. "Either you can make a noise and let the cops find you naked and tied to a chair without a dick, or you can stay quiet and let the ROTC guys find you in the morning, naked and tied to a chair without a dick. Your choice."

We turned to leave. "You can't just leave me here," he cried.

"Fuck you. Because of you and your little friends, I don't have balls anymore and he doesn't have his fucking cock. Rot in hell." And with that, we got out of there.

Upon our return home we took a shower (a real one) and then fell into bed, exhausted. Both of us were curious to examine each other's modifications, and both of us, now that we had time to think, were not too happy about it. The both of us were too tired to really worry about it much that night, and blissfully fell asleep.

Benji tossed and turned all night, and because of him I only slept fitfully. The next day was a Saturday, and he woke up to go running around 10 - early for him. I stayed in bed, only getting up after I heard the shower turn off when he got back.

He was standing nude in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror. I had some morning wood and relieved myself, then stood next to him. He slowly reached over and grabbed my dick, slowly massaging it in one hand and his own balls in the other, staring in the mirror. "I need a good fucking," he muttered. He got it.

The next tuesday we found a box outside our door with a plain envelope attached. It was from Joe. "I managed to find out where you live, but don't worry, nobody else does. I found out what Gabe tried to do to you. Frankly, I'm sorry that we did anything to you - we should have just let you go. He talked me into it, but I know that's no excuse.

"If it's any consolation, the wrestling team was the first in the showers that morning. Apparently they found Gabe where you left him and gangbanged his ass. He was not happy about that, or the fact that now the whole department knows about him. He's stayed quiet about the rest of the swim team, so that's good for us at least. If this wasn't his last semester I'm betting he'd drop out of school. I also dumped him when I found out what he did to you.

"Anyway, for what it's worth, I'm sorry. In the box you'll find something that belongs to you. Sincerely, Joe Gibbons."

We opened the box to find a black velvet jewelry case. Inside was Benji's cock, preserved erect and coated in some slick plasticky stuff, mounted to a rubber grip of some sort. Just below it were two pinkish orbs preserved the same way.

We never saw Gabe or Joe again, which was good for Gabe and probably good for Joe. In time we both got over what had been done to us. I got on hormone replacement and came to enjoy being nutless in time - I didn't have to wear a jock anymore, and in a lot of ways it was more comfortable, like in the summer when my scrotum would get all sticky with sweat and stick to my leg. Benji even came to terms with not having a penis anymore. He had always been a grower, not a shower, so the flaccid length they cut off wasn't. His remaining stub was a good inch long when he was 'erect' and really small when he wasn't. He said it was super sensitive though, and it sure didn't take as long to bring him off with my mouth as it used to.

Benji eventually decided to pursue a career as an executive for a bodybuilding supplement company, and I became a regional representative for a snowboard company. Before we moved, he mentioned that maybe we should look Joe up again, since he didn't need his balls anymore and I liked his stub so much.

Maybe we will.