The door creaked open, and Jake saw a pair of shoes walk past the stall. The shoes appeared to be the kiind that skateboarders wore, and were partially covered by the leg of some baggy pants.
Jake sat in the stall, his pants around his ankles, his bare crotch exposed, hoping that the guy who just came in wouldn't notice his cock laying on the floor. Jake heard a flush, as the guy finished up. Jake watched with apprehension, as the shoes walked back across the floor. He breathed a sigh of relief as the shoes passed his cock.
Then the shoes suddenly stopped and turned and walked towards his cock. Jake sat there speechless as a hand reached down and picked up his cock by the balls. Jake couldn't see his cock anymore but he could still feel the hand holding his balls. The guy squeezed his balls, causing Jake to whimper a little. There was a pause followed by a cruel chuckle.
Jake watched in shock as the shoes started moving away. He felt the hand let go of his balls and his cock fall into some fabric, next to some cold, pointy metal. The sound of the door closing snapped Jake out of his shocked state. He felt the cold metal shift against his shaft, and he quickly pulled his pants up and flew out of the bathroom. Looking both ways in the hall he didn't see anyone, let alone the guy who just walked off with his cock.
Jake just couldn't believe this was happening, he wanted to curl up a cry. Dejectedly he walked back to class. He kept feeling thing shift around his cock. The sensation was disorienting since it did not match his own movements. Jake finally made it to class looking rather run down. The ordeal was trying on his psyche, and paranoid thoughts started to creep into Jake's mind.
He couldn't help but try to think of who that guy was, who was doing this to him, and could his classmates tell that his cock had been stolen from his?