Marty Henderson had just sat down in the easy chair in his living room when the doorbell rang. When he opened the door, Marty found

himself facing an angry-looking Bill Harper, Bobby's father."Uh Oh," he thought,"The shit has hit the fan."

"Come in, Mr. Harper."Marty invited. "What can I do for you ?" Mr. Harper spoke quietly, his speech showing none of his anger.

"I took Bobby to Dr. Cramer for his annual physical examination this morning, and he found something very disturbing. Have you ever heard of an infundibulum ?" Marty shook his head.

"It's a deformity of the asshole caused only by being cornholed often for a long time. Because he can't deny the medical evidence, Bobby admits that he has been cornholed almost daily for about a year, but he refuses to say who's been doing it to him. However, I know of only one person who has had the opportunity to do it. Only one person has been his constant companion for the past couple of years. Only one person has been alone with him almost every day.

If Dr. Cramer and I keep after him, I'm sure that he'll break down and admit who it is. But, if not you, Martin Henderson, then who ? Who else could it possibly be ?

If I have to wait 'til Bobby tells me, I'll call the police as soon as he does.

Cornholing anybody is sodomy, cornholing a boy of Bobby's age, he was below the age of consent until last Thursday, is child molestation. Both are serious crimes leading to long prison sentences, if the convict gets to live that long. Queers are often murdered in prison.

Now, if you are the one, and I don't for a second doubt it, I'm prepared to offer you an alternative in order to spare my family the disgrace of Bobby's having to admit in court that he let you do it, in other words, that he's a fairy.

BUT, if you make me nag Bobby 'til he admits it, then you can rot in prison 'til somebody sticks a shiv in you and we'll move out of town after the trial.

Before you admit anything, let me tell you the alternative. So, if you let Dr. Cramer cut your balls off and sever the nerves to your prick so that you can't ever get a boner again or feel anything in it again , so that you can't cornhole Bobby or any other boy ever again, then I won't call the police.

Now you've heard my offer. Have you or have you not been fucking Bobby in the ass ?"

Marty knew that the jig was up. Sooner or later, threats and punishment would overcome Bobby's loyalty to him. Given the 6-year difference in their ages, Marty's interest in Bobby must have been somewhat suspicious from the start. Marty bowed his head. The scarlet blushing of his face had already been a confession in itself. The price of freedom was his balls and the use of his cock.

"Yes, yes, I did it and yes, I accept your offer."

"Then, let's go. Dr. Cramer is waiting for us. Bobby is in the car. He is to watch the operation to see what will happen to him him unless he develops a normal interest in girls. Fortunately, he's not squeamish. He helped me gut a deer once."

Dr. Cramer's office was nearby, only a 15-minute ride. Mr. Harper and Bobby sat on folding chairs at the side of the operating room, well away from the operating table. Bobby looked sad and frightened. Marty just looked woebegone. He stripped and lay down on the operating table as he was told to.

Dr. Cramer explained everything he was going to do, and as he did it, as if he were teaching a class in medical school. "To reduce the danger of infection, I shall clean the surgical site thoroughly and, inasmuch as hair harbors germs, I shall shave off all of the hair from the genitals, pubes, lower abdomen, and inner thighs." This he proceeded to do.

"Next, I disinfect the entire area with Dakin's Solution, including the perineum or crotch. I intend to use local anæsthesia, namely Novocaine, so that the patient will be fully aware of what is being done, though he feels no pain.

The Novocaine is injected first into the perineum where two small incisions will be made to expose the erectile and sensory nerves of the penis. In about two minutes, I shall expose the sensory nerve and resect

several inches of it, more than can regenerate in a normal human lifetime."

Dr. Cramer then made a short incision, caught the nerve with a blunt hook, pulled out about 3 inches of it and then twisted the hook, winding the nerve up into a skein about 1.5 inches long which he snipped off with surgical scissors. Marty winced, for the effect of the Novocaine hadn't reached that far up.

"The erectile nerves lie upon the prostate gland. I am now making an incision directly below that gland to expose them. I shall resect each in the same fashion as the sensory nerve." Suiting the action to the words, Dr. Cramer did so and closed both incisions with one stitch each.

"And now for the piéce de résistance, the eradication of Mr. Henderson's abnormal and perverse sex urge which arises from the internal secretions of his testicles. Inasmuch as his sex urge cannot be made normal, for the protection of boys such as Robert, it must be eliminated as nearly entirely as possible. Removal of the testicles reduces the libido by approximately 95% . This should suffice.

I am now injecting Novocaine into the scrotum at the sites where I intend to remove the testes. When it has taken effect, I shall inject more Novocaine through the scrotum inrto the spermatic cords where I intend to bind and cut them."

This having been done, Dr. Cramer made two incisions in the scrotum , exposed the testicles,and tied two ligatures about 1/2 inch apart on each cord. He then snipped each cord between the two ligatures and lifted the testicle away from the scrotum, depositing it in a jar beside the operating table. Rather unnecessarily, he commented to Marty "You are now a eunuch."

Marty tried hard to hold back the tears. He could never call himself a

man again. Dr. Cramer continued to "rub it in".

"You may have heard of male hormone treatments which have restored potency, though not fertility, to men who have lost their testicles to accident or disease. They would be of no use to you. Nothing can ever restore sensation or erectile power to your penis. Hormone treatments would only frustrate you."

Dr.Cramer filled the jar with formaldehyde and gave it to Mr. Harper,

saying "The testicles which you have forfeited I am awarding to the man

whose son they led you to corrupt. It is time, Robert, for you to give up unnatural childish pleasures and learn to enjoy the charms and love of women as God intended........lest what you have seen this evening befall you."

Having applied dressings to all the incisions, Dr. Cramer allowed Marty to get up and dress and presented him a bill for $200,payable in two weeks when he was to return to have the stitches removed.Marty resisted the temptation to tell him to shove it up his ass at least until after the stitches were removed.

After Dr. Cramer had warned him to keep the dressings clean and dry and avoid strenuous exertion for two weeks, Marty left with Mr. Harper and a very subdued Bobby. Mr. Harper warned Marty "You are never to see or speak to Bobby ever again. Do you understand ?"

"Yes, sir." replied Marty sadly.

Two days later, Bobby phoned Marty."He didn't tell ME never to speak to YOU again. How's it goin'?"

"I feel weak. I expected that. Half of a man's strength comes from his balls. That's why we're stronger than women. I just hope I don't grow tits. I could cope with almost anything else.

There's one thing that sawbones didn't take into account. I'm not just a cornholer. I'm also a cocksucker and I like to take it up the ass. I don't need balls to enjoy either of those.

So, what's new with you"

"My 'cousin' June is visiting us from Detroit. Only she's not my cousin.

She's a whore. Dad hired her to wean me away from men and get me interested in women. Mom, watches her and Dad like a hawk. After all, I'm the only one that needs lessons. So far she's jerked me off and blown me, but we haven't gotten to fucking yet."

"Do you think it'll work ?"

"Maybe. She's pretty. I might be able to do it and even enjoy it. Dad's stuffed my bureau drawer full of Trojans, so it's clear he expects me to try."

"Well, good luck, kid. It CAN be cone. I've known married men who go for both men and women.

From time to time during the rest of the summer, Marty heard from Bobby. His "lessons" with June were going quite well. Soon, he was getting more nooky than any other 14-year-old in the country in 1947.

Then, June got pregnant. Bill claimed that the kid was Bobby's. Bobby swore that he always used a Trojan.

That brought Bobby's lessons to an end, but they'd accomplished their purpose. Bobby was girl-crazy. June got sent back to Detroit. Bill paid child support for her kid but always claimed it was Bobby's. Anyhow,she named it Bobby.

Marty went back to college in the Fall, still living off his deceased parents' estate. He told his gym teacher that he'd lost his balls in a motorcycle accident, the same story he told to anybody who happened to notice that they were missing.

In October, Marty caught his roommate jerking off over pictures of muscle-builders in a magazine and offered him something better which was eagerly accepted, and which Marty discovered he enjoyed as much as he ever had. And so, the worst disaster in his life didn't turn out so very badly, after all.