Team Effort conclusion


By: jrun ([email protected])

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Ken dropped by for an appointment today.   I meet him often, tho it 
turned out this meeting was different.   When Ken came in, both he 
and Peter, his son were dressed in pin-stripe suits.

I think this is getting out of hand but out of friendship for Ken I 
intend to hear them out.

Tongue tangled Ken starts.   “I think you know the subject.   You 
have been a real friend.   Really I don’t want to impose.   You 
know how much I love my family.”   

I can see he is struggling with this “Since that night we haven’t 
been afraid to be honest with each other.   Come on, out with it.”

The relief washes over Ken’s face.   “Peter wants to be castrated.”

“Peter do you now why you came to this decision”

“Well I have Ferri syndrome which is genetic.   I have the dominant 
and recessive gene which means that with care I will live to about 
50.   The worst is that half my kids would be dominant-dominant and 
would die a horrible death.   The other half will be like me.   I 
can’t have normal kids, I don’t need my testicles.”

“You could have a vasectomy and use donated sperm for your 
children” I say.

“Elizabeth and I are planning artificial insemination.”

“But it’s more than that?”

“That’s true” Peter says “but it’s kinda personal.”

“It’s a serious decision, humor me”

“You will keep it confidential?”

“Of course”

“Well Elizabeth was raped when she was 14.   It was particularly 
brutal.   She has been in therapy for years but she still becomes 
almost catatonic at the sight of a naked man.”

“I understand.   That kind of violence is particularly horrible.”

“It was worse for Elizabeth.   He made her suck his testicles while 
he beat her senseless.”

“She loves me and I love very much.   I am empty and I ache at the 
thought of being without her.   We have worked with the therapist 
for the last two years using desensitization and we made real 
progress.   Something more is needed to make a breakthrough”

“And you want to be castrated to help her” I say

Peter nods, “And to help me.   We can’t even sleep together.   I 
plan to take Hormone Replacement Therapy so that I can remain 
sexually active.   And I hope to be able to have sex with Elizabeth 
one day.”   

“Ken I understand why you chose to come to me.   Assuming that I am 
willing, have you thought through how it should be accomplished.”

Peter says “the clamp.”

I laugh and as I comment “haven’t seen one of those in years.   
Since the new chemical castrators came along the only place you 
could find one of those would be a museum.”   I see a whimsical 
smile on Ken’s face.   He reaches down and picks up his gym duffel 
and hands me a perfectly serviceable burdizzo.   The paperwork 
indicates that it was purchased from a small Iowa museum.   I can 
see that Ken approves and that’s when I know I will do it.

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We have chosen an intimate bedroom setting for Peter’s 
castration.   Elisabeth is siting in the chair as Peter enters 
dressed in a full-length bathrobe.   He noticed that Elizabeth is 
nerves and carefully tightened the belt pulling the robe tighter.   

“OK, Peter I think you understand what we will be doing, but I 
would like to explain for Elizabeth’s benefit.”   Peter nods.   
“Now, Elizabeth, I understand that your therapist has suggested 
that your being here when Peter is castrated will be of benefit.   
Are you ready and do you feel comfortable.”

“I I I think so.   Peter is doing this to help me.   I have mixed 
feelings, I love Peter so much for what he is doing and I don’t 
want to hurt him.”   Peter’s eyes begin to tear “I love you 
Elizabeth”

Using anatomical charts Elizabeth’s therapist provided I begin.   
“Basically the procedure is to crush the cords to Peters 
testicles.   The testicles will then atrophy and disappear.”   
Elizabeth nods   “Inside the inner covering the cord contains the 
nerve of the testicle the vas, artery, and lymphatic vessels.   
These will crushed by the instrument.   

I pick up the emasculator.   “The instruments all use some sort of 
mechanism to trap the cords.   This particular one uses pins.   Do 
you see the pins here on each side of the jaws.”   Peter nods as 
Elizabeth looks at the clamp.   “The purpose of the pins is to 
penetrate the scrotum so the cord cannot slip from between the jaws 
as the clamp closes.   The clamp and cords must be positioned 
carefully.   If the pin punctures the artery or vein it can cause 
internal bleeding.

Peter reaches for Elizabeth’s hand as she shakes slightly.   “ In 
order to do that I will manipulate the cords in Peters scrotum so 
there are to the side.   I will then place the clamp with the cord 
properly positioned.   When the clamp closes it will crush the 
cord, which includes the nerve.   Peter will feel a sharp pain when 
that happens.”   Elizabeth shivers, but it’s important that she 
know what to expect.   “The pain will diminish considerably when 
the clamp is opened and it will only be closed for about 30 
seconds.”

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Peter is laying on the bed with a drape over his mid-section and 
genitals.   Elizabeth is siting at the head of the bed holding his 
hand and stroking his hair.   Working by feel under the drape I 
position the cord of Peters right testicle.   I close the clamp.   
Peter’s body goes rigid but he makes no sound.   Elizabeth tightens 
her grip.   I release the clamp.   “Peter would you like a minute 
before I proceed.”   In a tight voice Peters says, “I’m fine let’s 
continue.”

I begin working to position the clamp on the cord of Peters left 
testicle.   I work slowly.   Peters says “Elizabeth would you 
please close the clamp on my last cord.”   Peter and the therapist 
had told me to expect this.   I excuse my self to allow Peter and 
Elizabeth to talk.

I begin working to position the clamp on the cord of Peters left 
testicle.   There is a glow on his and Elizabeth’s faces.   “Are 
you ready?”   “I love you Elizabeth”   The clamp closes.

They hug, although still seperated by clothing and blankets, it’s a 
new step on the road.

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I had a meeting with Brian today.   Six months after the barn he 
moved in with my family.   That was the favor for Brian.   I know 
that Mr. Williams tried to honor my wishes but…   

I am proud of his accomplishments.   A few years later Mr. Williams 
died and Brian asked me to take over management of the estate.   
That wasn’t a surprise, but what was is that Brian also asked me to 
set up a new corporation, “Childhood Enterprises.”   It’s a for 
profit corporation dedicated to providing services to families and 
children.   In the first three years the Children and Protective 
Services departments of most went out of business.   Although it’s 
not the most profitable corporation the benefits Brian’s company 
provides are priceless.

When he first opened the doors it was to offer services to upper 
tier dysfunctional families.   One unique feature of his business 
is that his services are contracted to the children and teens, not 
the adults.   As the company expanded into the urban environment 
gang violence diminished and disappeared.   Oh don’t get me wrong 
it was a difficult task.   And many national level leaders from the 
religious right and urban minority viciously attacked him 
personally.   

I admit Brian’s most difficult battle was stooping the mass 
neuroleptic drugging of kids by doctors and schools.   The use of 
drugs to force fit kids to the establish view was killing a whole 
generation.   It looked like a loosing battle until I purchased 
controlling interest in the top four drug companies using dummy 
corporations.   No I’m not afraid to use power, I just hate those 
who use it because they can.   The scandals as the side effects and 
the results of the long-term studies leaked out finally freed our 
children.

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My son Jonathan just came in.   Yup, pin stripe.

“Dad we have decided to have me castrated.   Judy and I have talked 
about it a lot.”

“Jonathan you are an adult and I will support you in any way I can.”

“You know my marriage is quite balanced.   We have decided that we 
both will be home to raise our kids.   Managing the business 
enterprises is my task.   We both want Judy to be the dominant one 
for sex.”

“How many children have you planed?”

“Three, and we planed to use some of those deposits I made for 
Patrick, there is more than enough.   

“Have you decided how” I ask.

“Yes, Judy will do it but we both want you to be there.”

“Of course”   He sits in my lap and I hug him.   I know what some 
people think of the image of a 22-year-old man siting in his 
father’s lap, but he is my son and I love him.

Well that’s my story.   That night in the barn 44 years ago I had 
no idea of the long association I would have with castration.   Now 
as I survey the changes in the world that night brought I cant but 
wonder if there was a hidden purpose in it all.   Me, I am content 
as I prepare for retirement.   And yes I agreed to the request of 
family and friends to maintain a small office.   I think my next 
appointment is Evan, my grandson.

                    -oo-

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