Cut Off In His Prime 1
School days were long and weekends were always shorter. So why had today, Friday of all days, been such a long day?
It had been an average day at school - teachers doing their thing and Channing Wade doing his. He wasn’t a bad student but he probably could do better. But what kid in their right mind wanted to spend more time doing school work then they already did?
After classes he had met up with the usual crew: Denny, Sands, Teeg and Avery. Everyone had their skateboards and a lot of pent-up energy to expend. They had diddled around the schoolyard before taking their tricks and boards to the sidewalks of the city.
Elderly people darted out of the way of the brazen column of youths as they ground and weaved their way over stairwells and railings, benches and curbs. Sands was the most reckless as he hitched rides behind cars, crouching on his board and clinging to their rear fenders.
When the police had predictably been called the team had darted away, diving into back alleys and breaking off one at a time until Channing was off on his own again. Most days devolved like this, which was alright because his parents would be expecting him soon for dinner.
Walking alone down the shrouded alleys of his town never frightened Channing. It wasn’t that he was particularly brave, it was that he was certain that there was nothing truly bad that could happen in a town as small and boring as his. It was with that certainty that he carried himself, head upright and shoulders squared.
The boy was not particularly tall or well built for a youth his age. But Channing had a certain charisma that combined with his sloppy but adorable appearance left him not wanting for friends and admirers.
Channing bore longish, strawberry blonde hair that he always seemed to wear down over his eyes and nose. On school days, like today, he’d pull it back enough to reveal at least one of his light green eyes and a smattering of freckles underneath.
This was the alleyway in which Channing had first laid eyes on the box. It only took him a moment to determine his bearings and decide that he was behind the old Gaslut Pawn and Emporium, a pawn shop run by a rather unsavory Russian by the name of Lyov. The skaters all knew him because he’d tell them dirty jokes and give them cigarettes if he was in a good mode. Once he had even let them into the backroom of his shop to take a glance at the nuddie magazines that he had by the box full.
The boys all knew he was into something more than just pawning other peoples’ junk an they all took turns trying to construct the most bizarre or outlandish background for the paunch, disgusting old man that ran the store. The leading theory was that he was a drug dealer, a mobster and a pervert.
All three were true but they were not the worst of what the man was - a fact that Channing was still blissfully unaware of for now.
Channing stopped at the back door of the shop and glanced down at the crate. It was a wooden box about three feet square with numerous shipping labels practically wall-papering its surface.
What really caught his interest was the note tacked on the top written on an aged typewriter that read:
Lyov,
Something for your backroom collection.
Babushka
Porno mags! He thought to himself with a lecherous smirk.
In hindsight Channing wasn’t really sure why he had taken the box. The boy wasn’t really the thieving type but the magazines Lyov kept in that backroom were old and he’d probably never sell them. The collection wouldn’t be hurt if it was short these few.
So the teen had pilfered the crate. He took it under his arm and rushed home with the fervor of a man certain he was being followed. Channing had immediately taken the box up to his room, dodging his mother and younger sister, before stashing in his closet with the intent of opening it up later tonight once everyone was asleep.
After an agonizingly long afternoon, evening finally came and his parents shouted up to him from the bottom of the stairs their impending departure.
“We’re going out for a party. Don’t stay up too late, dear. Your sister is off on a sleep over so it’s just you here tonight.” His mom had chided before she and his father left for the evening’s festivities. “We’ll be back before one.”
As soon as Channing heard the front door shut he closed the door to his bedroom and tore the crate free from its hiding place beneath the mess of clothes he kept in his closet. The teenager sat it atop his bed and whipped out the screwdriver that he had snagged for just this purpose.
Carefully he eased the screwdriver underneath the wooden planking of the lid that was nailed to the box itself. With nimble fingers he worked it back and forth until he felt the nails loosen and finally give way. Then the boy threw back the top, revealing the crate’s contents to his eager green eyes.
It was definitely not pornographic magazines as he had initially thought. Instead the crate was filled with packaging padding and, after fiddling around in the mess, a single container.
The smaller box was not much larger than nine inches square. It looked official though Channing could not be sure since all of the writing on it was in Russian. There was a company logo on the side that incorporated a large stylized ‘X’ but it didn’t mean anything to him. The exterior looked worn and scratched in a lot of places and some curious red marks made him wonder if it bore blood stains.
He did understand the yellow warning tape wrapped once around it to keep the box closed since such labels transcended language.
All the same Channing could not help but feel a little cheated. He had stolen 'this’? After a quick double check the teen slouched his shoulders, slumped down on the bed beside the smaller box and sighed.
“Lame.” He said aloud.
Contemplating the Russian box, Channing lay down on his stomach and stared at the container. It had to be worth something, especially if it was left for Lyov. What if he just opened the box to see what it was? If it really did suck he’d just leave the whole thing on the Russian’s doorstep and no one would be the wiser.
Having come to an agreement with himself the boy picked up the box and used the blunt edge of the screwdriver to scratch a cut through the yellow tape keeping the contents secret. With a triumphant grin he threw the box open.
Again it was not what he had expected. At the very least Channing was hoping for some kind of Russian death ray, a grenade - hell - even a toy gun. Instead there was a folded diagram and a raised padded lining that held a ring of metal around it.
“Huh” was all he could say.
Channing tossed the paperwork out of the way and picked up the ring to be certain it was all the box contained. Sure enough, beneath the padding there was nothing else. Placated but not satisfied, the youth turned his eyes to the examination of the ring.
It was a silver metal and almost an inch thick. Looking closer at the surface he could make out a couple small lights and a series of what looked like computer circuits. It looked a lot like the interior of his computer.
More curious now Channing turned back to the included papers and unfolded them. They appeared to be a series of instructs with diagrams all matched with Russian text. It was simple enough to read their meaning.
The first picture showed a crude profile of a naked man with a limp penis. Next, a close up of the cock and the ring, implying that the ring went over the cock and balls. Next there was an image of the ring around a very erect penis. A cut away depicted the penis climaxing and a symbol for repetition.
Multiple orgasms? Channing thought. That had to be what it meant. This weird little ring somehow made it so you could come more than once in a sitting. In the horniness of youth Channing had tried that very thing multiple times but always was stopped by his body’s own sexual exhaustion.
This he had to try!
Slowly he slipped out of his clothes. First off were his checkered, button-up t-shirt and the black spaghetti-string top underneath. Channing was not much more physically active than skateboarding and whatever his Wii allowed, but he was still in the throws of puberty and his body was lean with young muscle.
The hem on his drainpipe jeans always seemed far too low, giving a long view of his smooth abdomen and naval as well as the taut 'v’ of his pelvis. It always took as much effort to slip out of his tight pants as to put them on.
Since the pants always proved so difficult Channing cheated some and never bothered to wear underwear as it tended to get bunched up no matter how hard he tried. No sooner had he undone the zipper then his privates were showing their approval at the thought of some attention and his penis bobbed uprightly practically pointing to his navel now that it was free of the confines of his trousers.
Teasingly he ran a hand up and down the five inch length of his uncut member. Precum had already begun forming and had left a slight wet mark on the crotch of his pants. Now it issued forth freely, dripping ever so slightly onto the floor.
If this worked this was going to be so cool, the teen thought and grinned foolishly.
Again he picked up the silver ring from its bed of satin and snapped in around himself, nestling it just behind his balls around the base of the shaft and sack. Satisfied with the result the youth gave himself a testing stroke. It was snug enough that it made his cock harder, a single vein bulging slightly at the side and his crown swelling. He was so erect now that the tip of his member almost pressed against the boyish skin of his stomach.
At first Channing thought that maybe he had accidentally activated some sort of vibration feature on the ring when it suddenly began to tremble and shake. He looked down, confused, and let out a yelp of fear: the metal seemed to shrink around him almost painfully of its own accord. Channing tugged at it, wanting it off.
He was dancing in place as he felt the warmth of the device seeping into him, the ring sinking into his flesh.
“Help!” He cried as he tried to pry the darkening metal band off. Tears began to trickle down from the corners of his eyes when he couldn’t find the seam where he’d snapped it together.
It cinched tighter and tighter, more than should have been possible given the limitations of human flesh. The small diodes, inactive before, now glowed green as the silver tarnished and turned black with the energy unleashed through it.
Again Channing called out, “Help!” His voice had risen in pitch by several octaves. He was on his knees now trying to tug it over his engorged member and having little more success than causing himself more undue pain.
The ring was smaller than a penny now and still shrinking fast. Strained skin launched lances of pain from the sizzling surface. The diodes were at their brightest now as the process reached its climax.
Channing was making a high-pitched noise much like a tea-kettle, his eyes wide in horror as the ring shrank and shrank. Pain coursed through his body making him bow his back, his voice taken away by the unfamiliar sensation of something tearing through his most tender of areas.
There was a sickening ripping sound like the renting of cloth and then numbness as the boy’s very erect privates fell onto the floor - completely severed from his body. The ring returned to its original size wrapped around the base of his disembodied, but still very aroused, genitals.
There was no blood - just the sight of his severed penis and his Barbie-doll crotch.
The noise rose to a full-throated, panicked screaming. The boy couldn’t even bring himself to pick up the piece of flesh. He just stared and shrieked, tears coursing down his handsome face.
The pain had quickly retreated but Channing didn’t care about that. His manic mind was focused solely on the fact that his cock was lying on the floor inches away from his prone form. He curled his legs up against his chest and wrapped his arms around himself reclusively.
This couldn’t be happening. How was it even possible?
He was hyperventilating, breathing in short panicked gasps as tears ran freely down the reddening surface of his cheeks. Had it been radioactive or something? Was that why it was in that strange box? Was he going to die?
Channing realized after a time that he was sobbing frantically and rocking slightly. Carefully he unraveled himself from his self-made knot and stretched a bit, trying to calm down when his eyes fell on his still twitching erection laid out on the floor.
The skin was still warm when Channing picked his detached genitals up off of the floor and examined them. He was certain of it; he really could feel the pressure of his fingers, the slight draft passing through his room. What was going on?
The cock ring, if that was really what it had been, was still firmly wrapped about the base of his engorged privates, straining against the metal ring as though they were still attached to his body. There was no cut, no blood, no severed flesh, only soft skin. He shivered slightly with nervous tension.
He glanced down at his own crotch realizing how odd it seemed to have nothing there at all. The ring hadn’t left any mark on his shaven skin. He must look like a defiled Ken-doll, Channing thought bitterly as he ran a hand over his vacant groin.
Maybe it reattached as easily as it came off, he thought desperately. Frantically he shoved the base of his cock against his groin. Nothing. He shifted its position about, tried to pry the ring off, all to no avail.
“What the hell is going on?!” Channing’s voice was quivering more than he intended giving him the inflection of a boy much younger than himself. Chewing on his lower lip in concentration, Channing wandered nude through the house, his genitals in hand, like some shell shock victim in a movie.
He had to call the emergency room. They were able to reattach that Bobbit guy’s bits after his wife had cut them off, right? That was the same as this. Sort of.
The phone against his ear, Channing paused. What was he going to tell them? He’d stolen some stuff from a pawn shop covered in warning labels, tried it out and then his dick had fallen off? His parents couldn’t know about this. He was already walking on eggshells with their patience as it was.
Slowly the youth lowered the phone back onto the cradle and wiped away the last traces of tears with a shaky hand. He’d have to slink back to that store and tell Lyov what had happened, beg him to help him out and hope that the guy was into enough illegal stuff that he wouldn’t report the boy’s crime to the authorities.
It was too late tonight to go back, he’d have to try first thing tomorrow.
Sighing with defeat Channing shambled back up into his room and closed the door. His parents would be home soon from the party and he didn’t want to have to explain his current mess.
“Never should have touched it…” He moaned in hindsight. If nothing else he had definitely learned to take warning labels a lot more seriously. Not that doing so would help him any now.
Strangely Channing realized he was still as horny as ever, in spite of the bizarre series of events that had befallen him. He eyed the severed cock in his hand and gave it a few testing strokes with his forefinger and thumb. The youth could only gasp in shock as he felt the familiar masturbatory sensation and saw a dribble of precum form at the end.
Eyes wide with surprise, Channing scratched his head with his free hand. “How the hell? That … that’s not even possible!”
Using the fullness of his hand, Channing took a firm grip around his cock, his other hand holding it by the base, and stroked it again. It felt the same as when he always jerked off and yet different, like the sensations were somehow magnified.
Channing doubled over and gasped loudly, his lips parted in an 'o’ of pleasure as he began to jerk himself off faster. It felt so good after all he’d been through. He edged himself closer and closer in almost frantic sexual gratification.
It was not until he was almost ready to come that Channing opened his eyes in horror.
“No!” He said aloud, casting the penis away onto the bed. It lay there twitching, so close to climax.
“I’m just worried. I’m trying to keep myself calm and I’m hallucinating. I just have to go to bed and wait until morning. Then I’ll get Lyov to tell me what this thing is and how to turn it off.”
Resolved to try to sleep until morning, Channing found himself lying still awake in bed an hour later. He had placed the penis under the covers nearby and rolled over, trying his best to sleep. He was still awash in strange thoughts and feelings after the bizarre night he had already had.
God I hope this all works out, the boy thought with a melancholy tone.
A strange idea entered his mind. If he could still jack himself off like this, could he suck himself off? Channing had always been engaged by the thought of blowjobs but none of the girls he knew interested him enough for a relationship, let alone one that let to something sexual.
Now he had the chance to try it out himself. Somehow, in spite of the strangeness of his current predicament, Channing decided to try it out.
He threw back the bed covers and cast a sideways glance at the penis lying in the bed beside him. It was still puddling precum on the sheets as though it only lived for sex now. Uncertain of what he was doing or how to go about, Channing picked up his privates and drew them up to his face.
It felt very strange and somehow wrong to be allowing a penis into his mouth. Wouldn’t this make him gay? But it was his cock… How was this any different than just jacking off?
Timidly he parted his lips. The head slipped into the warmth of his mouth and he would have gasped if his mouth weren’t so full. His own tongue felt like wet velvet against the underside of his crown and, for a brief moment, he forgot how bizarre this all was, lost in the sensation of pleasuring himself.
How many times he had wished that he could bend in such a way that would allow him to reach his cock with his mouth. Most guys would kill for the ability, though probably not in this way.
He lolled his tongue about the underside of his head and made himself groan, his eyes crossing and closing with delight. Channing was all but ignoring the world around him, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he was bombarded with his first proper blowjob.
It was definitely not how he had envisioned it but in a way this was even better. He knew what felt good to him and, as he was both the giver and the receiver, he could feel every caress of his tongue and each scrape of his teeth.
Venturing a little deeper, Channing pushed his length almost to his throat and nearly gagged but before he could he eased it back out again, emitting another groan. Had he been doing this to someone else he would have been mortified but he didn’t think giving himself head fell into the 'gay’ category.
No, this was firmly in the area of masturbation and all guys masturbated.
His cheeks hollowed as he added an experimental bit of suction and Channing’s eyes fluttered open in shock as he almost brought himself off right there, his orgasm lurking just on the edge.
Withdrawing the cock from his mouth for a moment Channing panted lustily, his mouth parted with excitement as faint moans passed from his lips. It was so intense - a thousand times better than jacking off, especially with the altered sensations of the cock ring.
Channing held his arched cock in front of his mouth and took a teasing lick at it with his tongue as though it were some obscene popsicle. He felt goosebumps rise on his arms at the touch. Swishing his tongue about the edge of his crown Channing squinted his eyes shut again, already gasping at the tingle.
Trying deeper again, his cock slid down his throat, choking off his air, but also triggering that sweet release. A moan was drowned deep in his chest as he arched his back, his taut body instantly slick with sweat. Channing was ill-prepared for what followed. Coughing, the boy jerked his head back finding his mouth flooded with his own come. He nearly choked on that as well, swallowing convulsively with a surprised expression on his face.
The taste of his own cream was completely foreign to him and he gagged at the warm sensation that flooded his mouth and drizzled down his chin. Exhausted and spent he fell backwards onto his bed, cradling his penis to his chest like a favorite lover.
It had been his first blowjob - on both counts. Blushing scarlet at the thought he rose up slowly and wiped his face off with one of the socks from his floor, and even cleaned the sweat and spit from his cock.
Whatever the ring had done to him, however strange and disfiguring, it had been marvelous as well. It had awoken him to new feelings and desires. But when Channing looked down at the object in his hand he realized the penis was still hard and engorged and his own feelings of sexual exhaustion had rapidly diminished to be replaced with arousal.
“What if it really does work…” He wondered allowed before again raising his unconnected privates to his lips again and taking a tentative suckle, already tasting the now familiar run-off on his own precum.
The boy could only emit an animalistic grunt of pleasure as he went down on himself again, working his tongue and suction in tandem to bring himself to another roaring climax. This time he did not seem to mind the taste of his own seed as much - the orgasm had felt so good and the knowing touch of his tongue had only heightened the effect.
He was delirious with ecstasy, absolutely uncontrollable as raging teenage hormones were unshackled and allowed to rule his world. Climax after climax followed with no signs of letting up save for his own physical fatigue. Channing was completely unaware of the passage of time until his pale green eyes lit upon the first rays of the rising sun filtering weakly through the blinds of his window.
Shit! Had he really spent the entire night enthralled upon his bed with his cock in his mouth? He hadn’t even heard his parents come home, if they even had. Were they here after all? Had they heard anything?
Exercising the last of his mental restraint in a slight panic, the slender youth lay his penis on the bed next too him and surveyed the scene. It was like something out of a bukakke video - crusted semen mingled with beads of sweat on the pale skin of his neck, face and chest. Even his hair was stuck together in places and plastered to his head with the mixture of sweat and come. His pillows and bed sheets were stained in dozens of places.
Channing was still breathing heavily from his last magnificent orgasm. Warily the boy bit his lower lip and straightened himself up, trying to brush the mess off of his body. How the hell was he going to explain this mess to his parents?
There was a light knock at his door as his mom arrived to prompt him out of bed for Saturday morning breakfast. Eyes wide with terror, Channing could only watch as the door handle jiggled for a moment and slowly began to open.