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Stripped	By : Kylee_Phoenix Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It’s just a question of time. . .

Stein contemplated his next cut carefully.

          “Should I proceed to the foreskin removal?” He grinned madly, barely feeling anything now as the hazy cloud of shock started rolling into his brain. His eyes fluttered slightly as he concentrated, trying hard not to give in to the darkness that was taking over his vision. He still needed to stitch the last small incision up that he had made. The song on the record player sitting on a small table at the end of his bed transitioned, the clicking pattern and starting of a car engine sounding so far away. . .

“. . . blood loss may have been too great on that last cut. . .”

Let me see you stripped down to the bone. . .

          His breathing was irregular, partially from the mental excitement of cutting into himself here for the first time, examining the tender skin, the spongy layer underneath, witnessing the process of blood flow to the area as it became engorged. . . but of course, he had not thought ahead. Struggling to suture the area before he lost way too much blood to function, he worked quickly, the needle dipping in and out, in and out, in and out, faster than ever before. The stitches were crude, but functional. Spots and sparkles of colored light danced in front of his eyes now, replacing the encroaching black. He noted the incredible intoxication experienced while staying conscious through this much pain, and the eventual cessation to the pain, that left only the intoxication. He had gagged himself in preparation for this, thus keeping the screaming to at least a muffled degree so as not to alarm every one of his neighbors, including his roommate, Spirit, who would no doubt have not approved of this activity. Now he reached up and unclasped the gag, releasing the round, red ball from his mouth. Breathing a bit more normally without that impeding his air flow, he took stock of the situation. Had he lost too much blood? He looked around him, the red sheets giving him little indication. After all, he had bought them in this particular shade because it hid the color of blood spilled on it so well, the vast number of droplets that had graced its surface and sunk in like rain drops disappearing into the material, as if they had never been. The bowl he had placed underneath himself to catch the majority of the initial blood spill had clattered to the floor as he’d struggled with the first few waves of nausea and light headedness, leaving the floor of his bedroom resembling a murder scene from a gory splatter film. He assessed the damage and calculated the blood loss to be less traumatic than he initially suspected. With a little recovery time, and the right combination of vitamins, he should be fine, but that was as far as he should push things for now. His shoulders slumped.

          “I’ll have to leave the foreskin for another day.” He sighed, disappointed at his body’s own limitations. He had begun plans for a mechanism that would enable him to dial up or down different receptors, including those for pain, but that was in its infant stages of development, and his self research must press on despite his limitations.

          The door cracked open slowly, a warning knock sounding. It seemed a mere formality because Spirit stuck his head in without permission anyway, a curious look on his face.

          “Hey dude, is everything okay in here, I heard. . .” His expression about faced from curiosity to horror as he threw the door all the way open dramatically, nearly cracking it in half, his eyes bulging at the sight of all the blood on the floor. Stein sat back on his bed merely amused by his roommate’s theatrics. This should be interesting.

          “Holy shit sticks, what happened in here?! I heard clanging. . .” then he took in the rest of the scene, his eyes roving from the blood splattered floor up to the bed where Stein was sitting calmly and looking rather amused, wearing nothing but the grin on his face, his genitals bloody and stitched crudely back together. His jaw dropped and he was speechless for a few seconds, just staring at the scene, trying to make sense of it.

          “I could have sworn I locked that door. . .” Stein said, focusing intently on Spirit, taking in his reactions, the thoughts and emotions flitting across his eyes. “Oh well, sorry about that.” He smiled. Spirit took a second more to be completely creeped out by this entire situation, and then he unleashed with the ranting.

          “Okay, Stein, what the hell?! Just what the hell were you thinking here?! You could have bled out! Do I need to take you to the hospital?” Stein shook his head.

          “No, I assure you, I will be fine.”

          Spirit’s eyes kept straying down to his friend’s mangled penis, and he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

          “Man, I think I know what’s going on here, and there’s a perfectly normal way to express these. . . sensations you’re having.” He opened his eyes, pointed, and struggled not to look where his finger was indicating. “That is not it.” He started pacing nervously, talking to himself spastically, a plan formulating in his head to deal with this new insane development.

          “What do you mean?” Stein looked at him curiously. Did he really understand the need to experiment with this region of his body? Was this a part of what normal human development involved? Were there other ways to attain the information he was looking for?

Spirit looked up suddenly, and pointed in the direction of Stein’s closet.

          “We’re going to need clothes for this. Go get yourself bandaged up and whatnot, let me know when you’re ready.” He turned his eyes suddenly to the younger boy, pure glee radiating from him. “We’re going to the best place on earth, my friend. . . THE STRIP CLUB!”

He exited the room giddy as a school girl, chanting to himself, and left Stein to his own devices again.

          A strip club. It had to help. Strip clubs had always helped him in the past. Well, in any case, anything was better than Stein’s current coping methods. Sympathy shudders started as soon as the image of Stein’s dissected genitals entered his mind. 'Mustn't think about that’ he reminded himself.

          Spirit found himself humming out loud as he rummaged for clothes suiting the occasion. Images of scantily clad women hanging on him managed to blank his mind of everything but lovely ladies and how they pleased him.

          Stein carefully bandaged the shaft of his penis, thinking about the next phase of this series of experiments. It was clear that it would be hard to complete too much more of what he wanted to do if he was only able to access his own body for his explorations, but of course Spirit had made it clear that he was not going to let him perform experiments on anyone else, or as he had put it, 'hacking at anyone else like some mad fucking scientist.' So what options did that leave him?

          He exited the bathroom and selected one of the more tame outfits from his dissected wardrobe, a black t-shirt with one cut and stitch down the middle and a pair of black khaki cargos that separated all the way down the crotch and up the back instead of the traditional zipper down the front. It was cold out now, so he also grabbed a long black trench coat that had been stitched up six ways to Sunday in every direction and varying lengths.

          He walked past his bed, now covered with fresh sheets in the same red shade as before and the floor which was scrubbed clean, no signs of the blood he had spilled earlier. His blood. . . Yes, problematic. He could never learn everything he wanted to from these self explorations, but he had learned a lot of very interesting things. Testing the limits of what an individual could do to themselves had been illuminating. Human beings were much more capable of functioning through pain than most people realized. There could actually be a certain level of pleasurable enjoyment to the experience. He took a few moments to write down some notes on this.

          Leaving his room, closing the door behind him, he put his coat on and made his way to Spirit’s door, where music could be heard blaring through the door.
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