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Robbie and Ben had been friends since the beginning of highschool, 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 Robbie's case.) Ben knew that his friend was more attrative
to the ladies than he, and why wouldn't they be? Robbie (whose real name was
Robert) was 5'11", three inches taller than Ben. With short dark hair, deep
brown eyes, and a nore 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 o show. Robbie's chest, shoulders, legs, everything (it seemed) was
bigger and more developed than Ben. Finally, Robbie always seemed to be
tanned, which was much to Ben's pale complexion and blond hair. Yeah, their
sex lives were pretty non-existant. But they both hoped that would change
once they enroled at UNC-CH. After one semester, it hadn't. Robbie 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 then,
didn't help sooth Ben's feelings. One Friday before exams, the two buddies
were walking back from the campus food-court. With bookbags strapped to
their backs and Robbie 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 occured 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," Robbie 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?" Robbie 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," Robbie 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?" Robbie asked, smiling. "Nothing," she
said. She walked up to Robbie and placed her hand on the crotch of his
jeans, rubbing slowly. The first thought that popped into Ben's head was
"great, Robbie does it again". She should know that she's not going to be
good enough for him. Robbie 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, Robbie'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," Robbie tried to yell softly to his friend. Slowly, Ben
regained consciousness. He was strapped to a vertical board, lying on an old
matress. As far as he could tell, he was in a large, dirty room, maybe a
small warehouse. Robbie 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 Robbie was
probably the "bigger man" was accurate. Robbie'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. Robbie'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 noticably paler. As
Robbie 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 get
out of here," Robbie 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...," Robbie 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 Robbie 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, Robbie 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 Robbie 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 slowly over Robbie's slightly washboard stomach, which began to
raise and fall faster under her hand as his breathing increased. Her hand
rubbed his navel breifly, playing with the little hairs that were the start
of Robbie's dark brown love trail. Then, she grasped his penis. Up until
this point, Robbie's fear had kept him soft, but his organ responded
involutarily 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, Robbie 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
Robbie 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-crawler." Ben knew she was refering to the fact that he
was uncircumcised, a fact that had emarrassed him since early childhood. She
walked over and grasped it with none of the playfulness with which she had
treated Robbie. 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 Robbie and a scalpel and a needle from her pocket,
removing the plastic saftey 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 Robbie's crotch, moving the needle right
above the now soft organ. "No, please," Robbie 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 Robbie could say anything,
she put his soft organ into her mouth, sucking hard. Robbie 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. Robbie 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. Robbie'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. Robbie didn't notice--his eyes were still closed
tight from his orgasm. She jabbed the needle into the base of his softening
penis. Robbie'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 Robbie felt was a distant jerk only hid penis as the life cut
through the his soft organ at the base. He screamed, bloodcurdling. With
another slice, the penis was removed. Robbie kept yelling, shaking his head
as his mind refused to believe to reality, kept tugging on the rops 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 Robbie'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 stiches could be seen. Robbie'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 Robbie's pain organ in her hand. She tossed it over
to the clothes pile. "Why," Ben whispered through a dry throught. "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. Of course, Kim
had not left Ben totally off the hook. Her circumcision job was extreemly
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, and masterbated, and knew the sensation was no
where near what it once was. The damage to Robbie 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 Robbie's mother to let him look around Robbie'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 masterbation, about seem Kelly
Smith's panties.... In a drawer, stuffed under some papers, he found a
picture of Robbie, 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
Robbie had pulled it out and looked at it a lot, maybe every day. It showed
his best buddy standing naked, wearing only his bookbag 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 admired his hard
body, his soft, circumcised organ dangling proudly slightly to the left.