Ty was sitting in the sun soaking in the afternoon rays. Dustin appeared to refill Ty's lemonade glass. Ty
opened his eyes and looked at his foster brother's pitiful Speedo. The cloth just hung there limply with
nothing in the pouch. He had separated Dustin from his cock and balls over 4 months ago, and the doofus had
gone and lost them. No, he had had them stolen. Dustin had told Ty that he suspected Carl, but he didn't have
any proof, and Carl played dumb when asked if he had taken anything from Dustin's locker when he had borrowed
the key.
"Okay, Dustin, I've decided I'll reunite you with your manhood. That is if you can find it," Ty said.
"Thank you, thank you, Ty!" Dustin said jumping up and down and splashing himself with lemonade.
Ty laughed.
"Now get going. From what you told me, you should start by having another chat with your buddy Carl."
Ty winked at Dustin's bouncing buns as Dustin scurried into the house to dress. He wished that whoever Dustin
asked would be compelled to answer with the truth.
Carl was in his garage sitting on a pile of boxes smoking some really potent weed. He looked up glassy-eyed
when Dustin entered.
"Yo, Dusty, how's it hanging?" he snickered. He was staring at the totally absent bulge in Dustin's trousers.
He had already seen Dustin in the locker room often enough to have figured out that the life like dildo he
sold Mr. Nathan's belonged on Dustin's crotch.
"Where are my cock and balls, Carl?" Dustin demanded.
Carl had a witty reply, but instead heard himself say "I sold them to Mr. Nathan for a bag of weed, ten bucks,
and a ride on my manhood."
"What?"
Carl repeated word for word what he had said, even though he didn't want to repeat it.
"Well, take me to this Mr. Nathan, I want my manhood back!"
"Okay, Dusty, calm down, I'll take you to Mr. Nathan's."
It took about twenty minutes, but eventually, Carl stopped his bicycle in front of a run-down apartment house.
"Okay, here we are. Mr. Nathan's the building manager," Carl explained buzzing the button marked "MGR".
There was a loud cough, and a voice of the speaker asked, "Yes?"
"Hey, Mr. Nathan, it's Carl, buzz me in."
BZZZZZZZ
Carl opened the door and led Dustin down the dank dimly lit hallway. The building reeked of cannabis.
The door at the end of the hall swung open, and fat old Mr. Nathan appeared in the doorway with his robe
hanging open wearing yellow boxer shorts.
Dustin moaned softly as he felt the dildo slide a couple inches out of Mr. Nathan's butt when he stood up.
"Carl, who's your friend?"
"Oh, that's Dustin the Dickless Wonder. He owns the dildo I sold you. I sort of borrowed it from him," Carl
explained.
Mr. Nathan snorted, "Yeah, right? So you want a dime bag or something else?"
"Mr. Nathan? That's not a dildo that's my cock and balls and I want them back. So please pull it out of your
backside, and give it back."
Compelled by Ty's power, Mr. Nathan answered, "No way, kid. They're mine now. If that really were your cock
and balls, I can't wait until you hit your growth spurt."
Dustin looked exasperated, and shouted in desperation, "Ty!"
Instantly, Ty was there.
"So where are your cock and balls, Dustin?"
"Up his ass!" Dustin said helplessly.
"Okay," Ty said cracking his knuckles, "Dustin and your manhood reunite!" He said clapping his hands as he
said reunite.
Dustin vanished. He reappeared behind Mr. Nathan, whose shorts were pulled down. Dustin was one with the
dildo, but it was still inside Mr. Nathan, and Dustin couldn't pull out.
"I'm stuck!" exclaimed.
"I guess possession is really 9/10ths of the law, Dustin. Now that you're reunited with your manhood, we have
a new problem. Your manhood belongs to Mr. Nathan, right?"
"Absolutely!" said Mr. Nathan.
"So, option one, Mr. Nathan can keep Dustin as his personal slave boy and fuck toy," Ty began.
"No, please no!" shouted Dustin in terror. Ty wouldn't really leave him here would he?
"Hm?" said Mr. Nathan, "I'd like to see him naked before I decide."
Ty snapped his fingers and Dustin was naked.
"I can't see him properly if he's behind me," Mr. Nathan said.
"Well, you'll have to let him pull his cock out of you, if you want to see him."
"Fine, Dustin, you can pull your cock out, but you and your cock have to stay inside my apartment."
Dustin didn't answer. He just eased his cock out, and grinned at seeing it again. He fondled himself for a
moment then bolted for the open door.
It was classic slap stick. His cock head smooshed against an invisible wall in the doorway, but his body kept
moving. He flipped over and landed on his head upside down with his cock and balls still within the threshold
of Mr. Nathan's apartment.
Mr. Nathan grinned, "See I told you they're mine!"
"Uh, Mr. Nathan, let's talk. Maybe instead of Dustin's manhood, you might rather have Carl's? After all he's
the one who really -"
"So, Ty, right? You have power to make people have detachable dicks, and reattach them, and maybe more,
right?"
"Well, yes, I guess."
"Why don't you come in here, and pull up a chair. I've got a clean pipe with some really rare weed in it.
Carl, you and your buddy, Dustin should probably come in too."