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make any difference, not any real difference. He needed to do something more. On the forum they outlined a hanging technique, where you hung weights from your cock, though this carried dangers, because you had to tie something around your cock in order to hang something from it. And Mitchell didn’t know how he could do this safely.
    He sat on his bed, staring at his cock, wondering what he could use, and then he had it. In his desk draw there was a finger puzzle, a Chinese finger puzzle, something he had had for a couple of years. It was a toy, woven out of soft fibers that you couldn’t get your finger out of once you put your finger into it, because if you pulled on the puzzle, the weaving would tighten and constrain your finger.
    Mitchell figured he could put the finger puzzle onto his cock and tie something to one end of it, though something not too heavy. That way there would be no danger of injury, because he would have the weight safely attached.
    He frowned, wondering what he could use as a weight, though after getting up and looking through everything on his desk, he decided on a shoe. He figured it wouldn’t be too heavy, but heavy enough, and he threaded the laces into the end of the puzzle and chose a black shoe, a shoe that went with a suit, because it was fairly hefty and he hardly ever wore the pair it belonged to. He would be able to leave the puzzle inside this shoe when he had finished, and then it would be there ready when he needed to use it again.
    Mitchell didn’t see any reason why he shouldn’t do his homework while he used the shoe as a weight. He could sit a little forward on his chair, and after he had slipped the puzzle over his cock, he walked to his desk and sat down, lowering the shoe between his legs and letting it hang. He took a couple of deep breaths and winced. It was a little like getting into cold water.
    For the first ten minutes or so it annoyed him. Every time he shifted in his seat the shoe began to swing, but he soon adjusted to it, and he was deeply engrossed in calculus, sitting at his desk in his T-shirt and socks, and with a shoe hanging from his cock, when he heard, “What in fuck’s name are you doing? ” Pete’s voice.
    Mitchell jumped.
    He had forgotten to lock the bathroom door on Pete’s side, but had left his own side open, and while he had sat there, bent over his desk, Pete had walked through the bathroom, seen Mitchell half-naked, and then (he must have) kept walking forward into Mitchell’s room until he was standing over him, looking over his shoulder.
    Mitchell jumped up and the shoe swung wildly.
    “What the fuck? ” Pete’s eyes were wide.
    Mitchell gripped the finger puzzle and jerked at it. It bit into his cock and he yelped. Pulling it (as he later told himself) was the stupidest thing he could have done, but he kept at it, staring at Pete anxiously as Pete stared back at him.
    He tugged again and his groin collapsed inwards. He winced, and bit his lips, and then remembered to work the puzzle the other way. The shoe fell onto his foot, and he hopped backwards, coming up hard against his desk.
    “What have you done to yourself?” Pete was staring at his groin, where his cock had quickly retreated. Mitchell glanced at it and pushed himself away from the desk. “Have you cut your cock off? ”
    Mitchell shook his head, dumb. He clapped his hands over his groin. He knew what it looked like when his cock was soft, like there was nothing there, nothing but a foreskin.
    They stood facing each other for a moment, Pete looking angry, and then he slapped Mitchell’s elbow, making him take his hands away.
    Mitchell lifted his hands to his face and watched Pete, whose face was working through a whole series of confusions. And then suddenly, inexplicably, Mitchell’s cock jerked forward into a hard little nugget, his erection.
    Pete’s eyes flipped from Mitchell’s cock to his face and to his cock again.
    “What have you done? ” Pete said.
    “I