Date: Fri, 04 May 2001 13:10:28 -0700
From: Erik The Red <erik2175@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brandons Life: Chapter 8

Brandon's Life 8
The Conclusion
`One for All'

     They would have to plan it perfectly.  Somehow, the three of them
needed time alone to make the movies and shoot some stills, as well as being
able to get a hold of Brandon's dad's digital camera in the first place.
They had to have their parents out of the way, as well as time it good
enough so that Stevie's brother Vlad wouldn't be suspicious and come looking
for him.  It was going to take some doing, and the three of them sat for a
while thinking about it.  Even the best laid plans can go awry, and they all
knew it.  It was going to have to be perfect.
     The first obstacle, getting the parents out of the way, wasn't hard.
Logan's mom and dad had been talking about going off for a weekend alone,
and they trusted their son enough to leave him by himself.  Besides, there
were always the neighbors, Mr. Tidley in particular, who had nothing better
to do and would jump at the chance to watch the house and check up on Logan.
  It was one of the advantages of a better neighborhood and having lived in
it for so long.  Logan simply made the suggestion to them, and after a bit
of thought, they agreed to it.  Logan had hardly reached their clandestine
little meeting again before Rita was on the phone with Mr. Tidley.  One
obstacle down.
     The next, the camera, fell to Brandon of course.  He'd simply steal it.
  His dad seldom used it, and besides, Brandon was really the only one who
knew all of its functions anyway.  That left them with the problem of
getting Stevie alone.  They thought about it for a while, but no one seemed
to have a good idea.  "He's on me like flies on shit," Stevie told them, "If
I'm not right where I should be when he says to be there, he comes lookin'
for me."  There was a definite note of fear in his voice, and judging from
the looks of him, Brandon and Logan couldn't agree more.  But despite their
plan, Stevie seemed to have unspoken reservations that both of them could
sense.  Finally, Brandon came out and asked him.
     "He's my brother, after all, and he provides a lot.  I mean, with dad
gone and mom working and everything ..."
     But Logan cut him off short.  "You'd rather keep him around, let him
rape you, beat you, and do God-knows-what to you next ?  Jesus, man, look at
what he did to you this time!  What kind of brother does that kind of shit ?
  You LIKE having that ring locked into your dick like that?"  Logan bored
in relentlessly, and Stevie's eyes teared up.  Still, he went on.  "Yea,
keep him around to provide.  Keep him around to shave your head every
morning, ass-rape you every time he wants an easy piece, beat the shit out
of you when you piss him off, then wait for him to start on your mom.  Or
does he already do that ?  You can't tell me you NEED him that, bad,
Stevie."
     Brandon gasped.  He had no idea that his best friend could be so blunt.
  Then it came to him.  He knew how to get Stevie out.  The bigger boy was a
mess from Logan's direct questions, but he managed to get control of
himself, nodding silently.  Even though Vlad had been terrible to him, he
realized that it had to stop.  He looked hopefully to Brandon.  "Here's what
we do," Brandon said, "We have a game in a week.  Just hold out that long.
We all meet there, wait for him to leave, and then we ditch.  We head back
here.  We make the movies, then while he's gone to wherever he goes, we
plant the stuff.  Then we make some calls.  Then we wait for the fun to
start."
     They both smiled and nodded.  Ditching a game meant big explanations,
and big penance for doing it.  They were all going to be doing a lot of
running laps, with no valid excuses, but it was worth it.  Well, Stevie
would have an excuse, but Brandon knew that he and Logan wouldn't; they did
not, however, care.  It was worth it.
     Rita drove Stevie home that night, idly chit-chatting with them the
whole way.  When they arrived at Stevie's, no one was home.  They watched
him go in.  He didn't look back.  It was going to be a long week for Stevie,
and Brandon and Logan both cringed at the thought of the ring that he was
stuck with.  In a week, it would all be over, though.

     Finally, the day came.  Neither of them heard much more from Stevie
about the plan, other than at school, but when Vlad dropped him off at the
game, he looked much better.  It appeared, at least, that Stevie had taken
no more beatings.  His face looked better, but his freshly shaven scalp
gleamed in the sun as usual.  He approached his friend's slowly, as Vlad
watched him from the car, muttering his own threats to himself.  He wasn't
aware that Trevor, the boys' near-deaf team mate, was watching him.  The
smaller boy's eyes widened, and as Stevie joined them to discuss their
plans, he felt a tug on his jersey.  The convertible then roared away, and
the four of them watched it go.  Trevor's face knitted in concentration, and
his hands moved, out of habit, as he spoke slowly.  It was very difficult
for him, especially since he couldn't believe what he'd "heard."  He'd never
"heard" anyone threaten to cut off a boy's penis before, much less stuff it
down the boy's own throat.       Slowly but surely, he got it all out.
     When he was done, Logan laid a hand on his shoulder and mouthed his
reply carefully.  "You can't tell anyone about this, Trevor.  If HE knows,
he'll come after you, too.   Trust me, after tonight, no one's going to have
to worry about HIM anymore.  OK?"  Trevor nodded and departed, his eyes on
Stevie the whole time.  Stevie laughed.
     "That poor little guy's scared shitless of me," he observed.
     "Yea," Brandon replied, "but thanks to him we know what Vlad had in
store for us and when he planned to do it.  You ready?"
     They all nodded and looked around, ducking in behind the stands.
Brandon opened his bag and showed them the camera, complete with a Sandisk
CompacFlash reader to install on Stevie's PC and a 1 gig IBM Microdrive
card.  "I hate stopping to download," he stated as if nothing were
happening.  They all smiled at him, and set off for Logan's empty house.
     "Gonna be a long walk," Stevie observed.
     Logan shook his head and pulled out his cell phone.  "Nope," he
disagreed, "Mr. Tidley thinks the game is over in about 15 minutes.  I told
him to pick us up at the 7-11.  Free ride!"
     They arrived at Logan's house after rolling in the grass a few times to
make themselves look suitably dirty as if they had played.  They went
inside, and immediately got down to business.
      The boys had gone all out to make this film. Logan and Brandon had
done research on the Internet and went to a second hand store and bought
clothes, so they would be in proper costumes. They then spent over two hours
to make the film, take JPG pictures, and after doing a edit on the movie, to
reshoot some stuff. He had to install the reader on Logan's PC as well, but
only took a minute or two.  Then they shot more JPG's.  After all, they
wanted the cops to believe that Vlad was really sick in the head. Brandon
was alone in Logan's  room while Logan tended to Stevie, who was hurting
when they were done.
     He had just finished burning all the pictures onto the CD, and was
looking at the movie one last time before he burned it onto the CD as well.
As Brandon watched the movie, his dick got hard and he started to masturbate
while watching. On the computer monitor this is what he saw:

     Brandon and Logon walked into the bedroom. They were dressed up as
British school boys. Full uniform from a school blazer and grey shorts, to
the pulled up knee socks and polished dress shoes. The boys were talking
about soccer and how they would win and stuff like that. They sat down at a
desk and started to do homework. The bedroom door flew open with a loud
bang. The boys turned around and saw a leather clad Stevie standing in the
doorway. Stevie was dressed in a black leather vest , a black leather mask
and shorts. The zipper on the shorts were pulled down and his large balls
and uncut and pierced cock were hanging out for all to see. Brandon and
Logon looked at the large and menacing looking boy. Stevie had a riding crop
whip in his right hand, and he pointed it at the boys and said, "I have been
sent by your fathers to punish you. You two have let your school grades
drop, so you must be punished." Logan and Brandon looked at each other in
disbelief. They had both heard of "Punishment boy" but thought it was a ugly
rumor started by teachers to get there students to study harder. They were
both about to find out how wrong they were. Stevie ordered Brandon and Logan
out of there chairs and to strip. Both boys had heard the rumors and knew if
they did not fallow the orders, they could get hurt more then they were
already going to get. The stood up and slowly got undressed. When they were
fully naked, Stevie ordered them to stand at attention with there hands
behind there head. As the boys complied with the orders, Stevie walked
slowly around them. He inspected there bodies one at a time. opening up
there butt cracks, looking real close to there arm pits for any sign of
hair, and things like that. After his inspection, he pushed the boys on
there shoulders to get them into a kneeling position. Stevie then stepped in
front of Logon and told him to open his mouth. Logon did as he was told, and
Stevie crammed his cock into Logan's mouth. Stevie took hold of his ears,
and held him in place. The camera zoomed in on Stevie's dick and Logan's
mouth. Stevie's cock got hard, yet the ring kept it from reaching  to its
full 7 inches.
     Thanks to editing out his whimpers of pain that he still had, even with
the help of some Vicodin from Logan's father's pill bottle, no one knew how
much Stevie was suffering.
     Stevie thrust his restricted, yet hard cock in and out of Logan's
mouth. The camera panned back and Stevie pulled Brandon over by his ear and
made him suck his balls. Brandon and Logon sucked on Stevie's cock and balls
until Stevie pulled away from them. He then had Brandon get on his hands and
knees. He shoved Logon forward, took a hold of his hair and forced his face
into Brandon's ass. He told him to eat out his friend and to make sure to
get him nice and wet, or his friend would feel a lot of pain. The camera
zoomed in on Brandon's ass and Logan's tongue darting in and out. After a
bit of ass munching, the camera zoomed back. Stevie ordered Logon to stand
in front of Brandon, and then had Brandon suck Logan's hard dick. He also
warned Brandon to get the Logan Log all wet and slimy with his spit, or he
would feel more pain then he would already feel. Brandon made his mouth
water as much as he could, and coated Logan's hard tool with as much spit as
he could.
     Off Camera Stevie was using a finger to put some KY-jelly into
Brandon's ass so he would not hurt.
     Stevie had Logan pull his dick out of Brandon's mouth. He then made
Brandon get up on the bed and lie down on his back. He had Brandon pull up
his legs so his knees were by his shoulders. Both Logon and Brandon
pretended to start crying. Stevie pulled Brandon out a little from the bed
so his butt was just off the bed. He then ordered Logon to fuck him. With
false tears in his eyes, Logan shoved his dick into Brandon's ass. He
started to slowly pull out and then slowly push back in. Stevie gave Logan's
ass a hard slap with the crop and told him to go faster. Logan sped up his
thrusting in and out of Brandon's hot ass.
     Brandon tried once again to use his computer and editing skills to make
it look like his   balls bounced around a little as he got fucked. He
realized that this was a lost cause, however.  It was just too difficult.
After all, the cops didn't need to know that he was a eunuch, but in
retrospect it would make Vlad look all the worse if they saw images of a
teen boy with no balls.  He also made Logan's butt cheek where Stevie
spanked him look a little red.  That was much easier.
     Stevie climbed up onto the bed on his knees. He got himself close to
Brandon's head, and shoved his dick into his face and ordered him to take it
into his mouth. Brandon took the almost fully hard, uncut slab of meat into
his mouth. He almost gagged as it went deep into his mouth. The camera would
zoom in on Stevie's dick fucking Brandon's mouth, or on Logan's dick fucking
the pink pucker, or on Brandon's hard dick as it would bounce around on his
belly.

     As the boys had sex, they all took turns on who would control the
camera doing the closeup shots, and Brandon did as good of an edit so that
one could not tell.  They did, naturally, have to do some reshoots, but they
didn't mind that at all.
     Stevie started to gasp for breath and he yanked his cock out of
Brandon's mouth. He gave his dick a few yanks and then cum started to
dribble and drop out of his ringed dick, onto Brandon's face.  Although it
was painful, the ring wasn't adequately placed to do as Vlad had intended.
Logan then yanked his cock out of Brandon's boy pussy and gave his tool a
few jerks and the sprayed his boy load onto Brandon's dick.

     Both Brandon and Logan were in tears now as Stevie got up. He told the
boys they had better raise there grade level or he would be back, and there
next punishment would be worse. Stevie then picked up his riding crop and
left the two naked and crying boys. The film ended with the bedroom door
closing on Stevie, and then faded to black.

     Brandon had a dry orgasm and he was happy with his final edit of the
movie. He reduced it 320x240.  He copied it to the CD with his portable USB
burner. After checking that all the JPG's and the movie were safe and good
on the CD, he deleted all the files from Logan's  hard drive, then emptied
the trash bin. To make 100% sure the files were gone from the  drive, he ran
scan disk and then defragged the hard drive.  Just to be sure, he fired up a
hot copy of Evidence Eliminator, and everything that was NOT a Windows
component saved in MY FILES and PROGRAM FILES was literally destroyed.  He
carefully put the CD in a jewel case and handed it to Stevie, who had just
entered the room with Logan.  "The rest is up to you, my friend.  It WAS a
good time, though, and a good plan too!"  Stevie grinned a wan grin, some
small part of him still hating what he was about to do.
     He thought to himself, had he not done what he had done, none of this
would be necessary.  Vlad wouldn't be mad, he wouldn't be gay, life would go
on.  But it wasn't like that.  Stevie valued his two friends, the only
friends he had really ever had, and he didn't want to lose them.  He also
didn't want to be beaten and hurt anymore.  He liked what they had shown him
to do, and despite what he thought, he simply realized that he liked the
boys as well as he did some of the girls that he saw.  In short, he was very
confused.  And horny.  But he had to do it.  As he turned to go, he looked
at Brandon and Logan.  "Thank you," he said simply.
     When Stevie arrived home at the usual time, everything balanced out by
the walk, Vlad had not returned.  His mom was in bed, asleep, getting rested
for another night shift.  He crept to the computer, and inserted the CD.  He
copied all the files to MY PICTURES in a hidden folder labeled PORN, checked
it, removed the CD and snapped it in half.  He then took it out to the
street, and making sure no one saw, dropped it in the sewer grate.  A few
flushes in the neighborhood, and it would be history.  He then went inside,
took another pill, and went to bed to pass out.  He was sure that Vlad would
wake him when he arrived home.
     He slept the rest of the afternoon, and sure enough, when the
convertible roared up the drive and parked, Vlad came straight to his room
to check on him.  He shook the boy awake and said, "Rough game?"  His tone
was oddly soft.
     Stevie nodded.
     "How did your two little butt-buddies do?"
     Stevie thought fast, the fog in his head clearing.  His dick ached from
a sleep erection, but thankfully he hadn't taken his uniform nor jock off.
He had simply hurt too bad to do it.  "Ok," he answered, "but I think
Brandon got hurt."
     Vlad grinned an evil grin.  "He'll hurt worse tomorrow night, you know,
after I get `em for what they did to you."
     Stevie cringed.  Vlad's hand ran over his shaven scalp.  "You know, I
think you'd look better with another ring in the right ear to match," he
mused.  Stevie looked away, afraid to answer.  Then Vlad got up.  "I wanna
go online before I turn in, bro.  You gonna go back to sleep or what?  Man,
you don't look too good."
     Stevie almost regretted what was about to happen, but he nodded.  "I
think it was something I ate," he lied.  Vlad nodded and left the room.
Stevie let out an explosive sigh of relief and pulled Logan's cell phone
from under his pillow.  As he had been told, he hit "7" then send.
     "Yea?" came a high pitched voice on the other end.
     "He's goin' in," Stevie said, and pressed END.
     At Logan's house, Brandon hung up the phone.  He nodded to Logan.  They
both returned to their PlayStation 2 game, but neither of them had much
heart for it.  Their minds were elsewhere.  They waited for ten minutes,
then went to the PC.
     Stevie crept out of his bed, and checked on Vlad.  As usual, he was
online and chatting with several people in a piercing/mods chat room.  He
then padded back to his own room, stopping to use the phone in the hall to
call the police.  He did NOT dial 911, but rather the number he had placed
on speed dial.  He didn't want them there TOO fast.
     In front of Logan's PC, Brandon and Logan were watching the chat room
talk.  Some members of the chat greeted the "newcomer" and asked about their
interests.  Brandon and Logan both made things up, knowing that "Impaler
105" was Vlad.  Brandon then sent a whisper message to Vlad, and told him he
had DCC'd him some porn.  He told him where to find it.  Vlad, of course,
fell for it.
     Several blocks away, a patrol car got the call - "domestic dispute,
child being abused."
     On the private message window, Vlad typed in "What the FUCK is this
sick shit?  Where did you get pictures of my brother, and why does this one
kid have no balls?!"
     Brandon pulled the plug on the modem.  He aimed Evidence Eliminator as
the hard drive again, and wiped it.  This time, it took out the IRC client
as well.  He then shut the PC off.  Logan was smiling.  "So what do we do in
the meantime?" he asked innocently.  Brandon smiled at him.  "Well, there's
always the red bags in the bathroom," he suggested.
     The patrol car sped towards Stevie's house, and Stevie stripped his
clothes off.  He grimaced at what he knew was coming, but he had to do it.
It had to look right.  He looked down at his ringed foreskin and smiled.
"You're coming OFF," he told it.
     In front of his PC, Vlad once again watched in amazement as some
British schoolboys were having wild sex on the screen.  When the movie
ended, he saw the rest of the folder.  He opened all the files again to be
sure.  There, on the screen, was a close-up of Stevie's ringed dick.  The
next was that one kid, the blonde, and he was naked.  There were more images
of the boys naked, posing, in sexual positions ... they went on and on,
almost filling his hard drive. He looked closely at the screen.  It
certainly appeared as if Brandon had been castrated, his dick fully erect
with nothing below it but some loose skin.   "Gawd, the things those little
faggots come up with!" Vlad breathed in amazement.  Ironically, he felt his
own cock getting hard and recalled what he had done to his brother.
     In Logan's bathroom, Brandon was lying on the bench having the nozzle
inserted into his ass.  Logan began the slow flow of the two quarts of warm
and soapy water and Brandon sighed.
     In his room, naked on his bed and ready, Stevie called out, "Vlad, come
quick!  Hurry!"
     Vlad shot back from the PC, the viewer latching on to the movie again.
He ran to Stevie's room to see what it was.  He was pissed.  More than
pissed.
     He was fully intent on murdering his little faggot of a brother.
     A few blocks from Stevie's house, the patrol car switched on lights and
siren as Vlad burst into Stevie's room.  He took one look at the naked boy
on the bed, and spluttered, "What the FUCK did you do?  Why's it on MY
computer?  You know how illegal that is?!" he screamed.  Stevie's eyes
teared up and he braced himself.  He knew that his mom wouldn't come to save
him, but hopefully the cops would.  It had to be just right, or he might
indeed wind up dead.  The phone swung in the hallway, the line still open,
and Stevie hoped that they could hear Vlad screaming at him.
     Back at Logan's, Brandon groaned as the cramps hit him.  Logan was
counting minutes, and rubbing at his erect penis in anticipation of his own
fill.
     Vlad grabbed his little brother by the arm and hauled him up off of the
bed.  He shook him, still ranting and raving at him.  Stevie didn't try to
explain, he merely braced himself.  He heard the sirens approaching as
Vlad's fist smashed into his mouth.
     In her own room down the hall, Stevie's mom locked her door.
     The car slid to a stop in front of Stevie's house.  They called for
confirmation, got it, and headed up towards the door.  They heard Stevie's
screams of pain as Vlad continued to beat him.  Stevie's mouth and nose were
bleeding, and his jaw hurt badly.  He could feel that one or two of his
teeth were loose as he heard the officers shouting.  Vlad continued his
assault, landing a smashing blow to Stevie's balls and dropping the sobbing
and gasping boy on the floor.  Stevie curled up into a fetal position,
hardly able to breath.  He knew that Vlad had hurt him badly.  Vlad ran for
the door, but was met by officers with guns.  He froze.
     The police took one look at Vlad, one look at the badly beaten boy on
the floor, and called for an ambulance as they placed him under arrest.
     Back at Logan's, Brandon began to fill the red bag to give Logan his
turn.
     While one officer hauled Vlad out to the car, reading him his rights,
the other tended to Stevie who barely was able to say "computer" through his
messed up mouth.  When the ambulance came, which seemed to take forever,
they put Stevie carefully on a stretcher and took him out.  "M-mom," he
muttered.  The officer looked shocked, as he heard his partner cry out,
"Mother of God!" from the other room.  He paused and asked Stevie, before
they got him out, "Is your mom here too?"
     Stevie nodded.  They placed him in the ambulance, much to the amazement
of the gathering crowd of neighbors, and took him away to the ER for
treatment.  On the way, they asked who his Doctor was.  He told them.  When
they arrived at the hospital, a familiar face was waiting on them.  "Don't
tell me that a soccer game did THIS!" he demanded.  Stevie began to cry.
     The officer knocked on the bedroom door.  "Ma'am?  This is the police.
We've arrested a young man here, and taken one to the ER.  Please come out,
Ma'am."  Slowly the door opened.  The officer, standing at the ready,
suddenly found a sobbing and hysterical woman in his arms.  "You must be the
little boy's mother," he observed.
     "Mac," the other policeman called, "Get down here!  You gotta see this!
  Oh my Gawd ... can boys really DO that?  You'd have to be able to bend ...
anyway ... well ... uhhh ..." he cleared his throat and looked away as his
partner entered the room with Stevie's mom.  "Ma'am," he greeted her, his
face flaming as he shut off the monitor, "Why don't we all have a glass of
water and you can tell us about what happened here?"

     "He's a LIAR!  He's a fuckin' LIAR!"  Vlad screamed at the cops as they
put him in a cell with several other rough looking fellows.
     "Shut up," the officer replied.
     "I tell you, I never saw those pictures before!  I never downloaded
that shit!" Vlad protested.
     One very large and burly man laughed at him.  "Yea, no one ever
downloads it.  It just CAME in to the PC on its own, right?"  He laughed an
evil laugh.
     "My brother and his faggot friends set me up," Vlad replied.
     "Sure they did," the burly man agreed condescendingly.  The others
laughed.
     Vlad realized that he had just said the wrong thing as they all stared
at him.  "Kiddie porn, huh?  Blamin' it on the little brother are we?" the
burly man asked in a leering voice.  The others all laughed again as the
jailer retired to the bathroom with a newspaper.  He'd deal with it all
AFTER the others had dealt with Vlad.

     Back at Stevie's house, the officers showed his mother what was on the
PC.  She didn't become hysterical again, however.  With a hard look on her
face she told the officers, "I don't want to see him again.  Never.  The one
you arrested was my eldest son.  The boy on the screen, the bigger one with
the shaved head, is my youngest.  We WILL press charges."
     In Logan's bathroom, the water bill was being run up ...

     Doc, as the boys called him, was going over Stevie carefully.  He
called for the usual stuff, and despite his pain and injuries, Stevie was
reminded of an episode of "ER."  He screamed as Doc began examining his
genitalia, feeling his face flaming as Doc looked over the confining ring.
"God Almight!"  He exclaimed, "Who did THIS to you?!"
     "M-my brother," Stevie replied, "Can you get it out?"
     "It looks infected to me, son," Doc replied, "I think we're going to
have to circumcise."
     He consulted with a few other ER attendings, and they all agreed; it
was infected, it should come off as soon as possible.
     Stevie tried to hide a smile.  His embarrassing foreskin was coming off
at last.  He screamed, however, when Doc began to examine his balls.  One of
them was badly damaged.  "This doesn't look good, kidd-o," the Doc was
saying, but Stevie was too far gone in pain to hear him.  Doc nodded to a
nurse, who injected something into Stevie's IV.  His eyes glazed over
quickly and a dumb grin came across his face within a minute.  "Better?" Doc
asked.
     "Uhhh-huuuuuuuh," Stevie moaned.  "Whaz iz it?" he slurred.
     "Well, Stevie, my boy, your left nut is a mess.  I can't fix it, and if
I can't fix it, nobody can.  I know more urology than anyone, short of God
who designed it!  It's going to have to come out!"
     Stevie closed one eye, drool running out the corner of his mouth.  He
was on some pretty good shit.  "Liiiiike B-braaaaaand-duhn?" he slurred out
slowly.
     Doc shook his head.  "Only one, Stevie.  You'll still have one.  Oh
hell, I knew I forgot something!  I forgot to call in Brandon's HRT patch
prescription!  Oh dear."
     But Stevie was sliding under.  As he lost consciousness, he heard the
words `orthodontic consult' and he passed out.
     He was transferred to minor surgery, where Doc had gone to scrub.  The
boy had been cleaned up, his wounds dressed, and a young male nurse was
busily shaving the unconscious boy's genital area for surgery.  He didn't
have much, but it had to go.  Doc approved when he was done.  "Would you
like to assist?" he asked, "since you're already there?"  The nurse nodded.
     Doc decided to take the damage testicle out first.  He made a small
incision in the side of the scrotum, and the bloody mass that had once been
Stevie's left testicle was slid out.  Doc shook his head.  "Nope, beyond
salvage.  Clamp!"  The nurse did that and handed Doc a cauterizing scalpel.
Very carefully, with the nurse keeping one hand on the clamp, Doc cut the
connecting cord.  The nurse then deftly reached in with a suture in his free
hand and Doc completed the tie above the burnt cut.  The lump of a testicle
was placed in a metal dish.  Then Doc had an idea as he was suturing the
small scrotal cut.  "Put that in a jar of formaldehyde and seal it up.  I
know this kid, regular customer of mine, and he's a pack rat.  He'll get a
real kick outta this."  The nurse hesitated.
     "No one's going to tell," Doc assured him, and with a strange look on
his face, he did that.
     Next came the chore of the foreskin ring.  Doc thought about it for a
moment, then slowly inserted the circumcising tool as far into Stevie's
penis as he could.  It stopped at the ring.  "Like circumcising the same boy
twice," he speculated, "This could be a first!"  The nurse handed him
another scalpel, and he sliced around the tool.  Most of Stevie's foreskin
came away, along with the restraining ring.  "Now we get the rest," Doc
stated, applying the tool again.  He clicked it a few times until the
remaining foreskin was pulled as far as he could stretch it.
     "Isn't that a bit much, sir?" the nurse asked, his voice shaking.  It
was obvious that he found it exciting.
    "Nope.  Hate these things.  Gotta get it all.  Just did another boy not
long ago, bad infection.  Worst I've ever seen.  Corrupts all the plumbing,
you know," Doc observed.  Doc made the cut, and the nurse helped to stitch
the wound.  When they were done, it looked as if Stevie's flaccid penis were
tilting up a bit higher than it had been.  Doc pushed it down.  It came back
up a bit of an angle.  He looked over the stitches.  "A bit tight, I'd say.
Oh well.  He'll get used to it.   Let's wrap him up and ship him out."

     Of course, it made the evening news.  A breaking headline on a bust of
a child pornography artist and how he had beaten one victim, his own
brother, half to death.  Of course, the talking heads on TV were
exaggerating, but it sold.  In the living room, Logan and Brandon were
sitting naked in front of the TV watching.  They had figured that their plan
to wreck Vlad's life would be a story and half, and they weren't
disappointed.  They smiled at each other, both of them fresh from the shower
and feeling good.  To make things look good, they called the hospital asking
about their friend, having recognized the man on TV.  All the front desk
would tell them was that he was fine, treated, and resting comfortably.
Logan reset the phone, then dialed his own cell phone number.  It rang once,
and a lady answered it.  "Thank you, boys.  It was all perfect.  You come to
the hospital tomorrow and I'll be there with your phone."
    Stevie was held for observations overnight, and released the next
evening, late.  Brandon's mom Lois had driven them to the hospital, and
Logan was a bit subdued after taking a pill upon hearing that she was
coming.  Logan got his phone back, and they both got a hug from Stevie's
mom.  They told their perfect stories to the police, about how Vlad had made
them all do it.  Stevie told them about how he had been raped, and Doc
confirmed it.  Stevie's speech had been a bit hard to understand, his loose
teeth having been braced so that they would heal back in.  He also made a
statement about the surgeries that he had had to have, which Doc also
confirmed.  The officers stared at them all, sympathy in their eyes.  "I
don't think you're going to have to worry about your brother for a LONG
time, son," one of them said.  Then he turned to Brandon.  His eyes were
wide.
     "I hate to ask this, son, but we need to know - did Vlad castrate you?"
     Brandon shook his head and grinned.  "No, Doc did.  It was cancer."
Doc's face was a bit red.  He leaned over to Brandon and whispered, "I have
some bad news ... I forgot to order your patches, and well, now they're out
of stock!  I think you're in for a rough month."
     Brandon's jaw dropped. When the police had gone, he told Logan.  Logan
laughed.  "Don't worry, buddy, I'll take care of you!" he replied.

     Across town, at the county jail, Vlad was getting up close and personal
with the burly fellow who could have played a body double in the film
DELIVERANCE.

     It took Stevie about two weeks to fully heal up, and Brandon and Logan
both got a huge kick out of how his penis, even when soft, seemed to be
standing up a bit.  He complained that the skin around it was tight, and
that it felt weird.  He also showed them his pickled left nut. "Dude!"
Logan exclaimed, "He busted it?!  Man, that had to HURT!  Looks like I'm the
only 2-set left, huh?"  Logan's grin was wicked.  Stevie, however, was still
near 7 inches hard and his stitches were out.  Shyly, he asked them, "So uh,
what now?  Mom's working a double shift tonight and since Rita brought you
over to help me and all ..."
     "I think we should celebrate," Logan declared.
      Brandon and Logon watched Stevie discard his boxers. He then turned
around and let Logan and Brandon see his newly cut penis again. Now that the
stitches and bandages were off, it had healed nicely. Only a small pink circ
scar ran around it.  Brandon and Logan knelt down to get a closer and better
look at Stevie's "new" dick. Brandon took it in his hand and leaned forward.
He sucked the tube steak into his mouth and began to suck on the meat. Logan
leaned down and sucked into his mouth Stevie's remaining big ball. Logan
liked that Stevie still had not grown back too much pubic hair yet. He
looked nicer with the short bush. He also thought Stevie looked a lot better
with hair on his head, even though it was just a stubble like crew cut. When
Stevie was fully hard, Brandon pulled off and Logan did the same, and they
now looked at the now 7 inch hard cut dick. "It looks smaller," Logan said
to Stevie. Stevie told them he did not care, and he was happy to be "normal"
just like all the other boys in the after gym class shower.
     All three boys got up onto the bed. They laid down so that the could
suck each other all at the same time. Brandon had Logan's dick in his mouth,
Logan had Stevie's cock in his, and Stevie had Brandon's dick in his mouth.
Fortunately, Brandon's shot had not worn off, and he had about a week left
before the patch problem wold be an issue.
     The boys sucked each other and would only stop for a short time to suck
on the balls, or lack thereof.  They gave each others' crotches a nice
tongue bath. From there ass hole to the tips of there cocks, each boy had a
good spit shine. After a while, the boys broke apart. Brandon wanted to feel
Stevie's new cock in his ass. He reached over to his pack and pulled out the
tube of KY-jelly. He squirted a liberal amount on Stevie's dick, then used
his hand to rub it all over his big and thick tool. When Stevie's cock was
fully slicked up, Brandon got onto his hands and knees and pulled his ass
cheeks apart. Logan sat in a chair and stroked his own penis as he watched
Stevie use KY-jelly on his finger to lube up Brandon's tight boy pussy. When
Brandon's ass was all lubed up and ready, Stevie placed the tip of his tool
at the pink pucker and gave a hard push. Both Brandon and Stevie gave out a
grunting sound as Stevie buried himself to the hilt inside the hot insides
of Brandon. Logan climbed onto the bed and laid across Brandon's torso.
Stevie leaned forward and took Logan's hard cock into his mouth as he thrust
his own throbbing member in and out of Brandon's tight ass. Logan reached
over and took hold of Brandon's dick. He pumped his hand up and down
Brandon's hard penis. The boys worked up a rhythm, and as Stevie thrust his
cock all the way into Brandon, He would suck all of Logan's penis into his
mouth, and at the same time, Logon would be at the top of his upward stroke
on Brandon's dick. They kept up this rhythm until the all popped. Logan was
first to go. He started to fill Stevie's mouth with his cum. As Logan's body
shook with his orgasm, Brandon's ass started to clutch harder on Stevie's
dick. Brandon fired a small rope of clear fluid and dribbled out the rest of
his fluids all over Logan's pumping hand. The added tightness sent Stevie
over the edge and he started to fire his load up into Brandon's guts. When
all the boys calmed down from there orgasm, they pulled out and away from
each other. The rested a bit then as one got up and headed to the bathroom
and to the extra large shower. They all washed each other then dried off and
went back to the bedroom.
     Brandon, however, was deep in thought.  Logan noticed this.
     "What is it?" he asked.
     "I was just thinking," Brandon replied, "if I can't get my HRT patches
in time and the shot wears off, I won't be able to get it up much or maybe
not at all.  If I get like I was, will you guys do something?  I mean, like
tell me so I can get help?  I know I was a real asshole before."
     Logan was smiling.  "Just cause you can't get it up don't mean you
can't have fun," he answered.
     Brandon looked puzzled.  Logan was grinning, and Stevie's had realized
it was well.  Despite his own confused issues on sex (he was still in lust
with Rita, after all), Stevie remembered how he had felt like he was going
to cum when Vlad had raped him.  "I bet I can make you get off without even
touching your dick!" he challenged Brandon.
     Brandon raised one eyebrow.  He smiled at Logan, who said, "I bet I can
too!"
     "We'll find out later," Brandon replied, "But right now I'm hungry.
How about some Nutter Butter cookies and cherry Coke?"

THE END