Jumanji-online (the serial) Episode 9

Other than getting stuck on a ledge on a skyscraper forty stories up, little had happened to Jason in the game. He still had both his cock and his balls; three of the boys did not. Although he felt lucky, he rolled a two. His game piece moved onto the eleventh square. The disk said: “Two is craps. Jason acts like a leader. Would he make a good politician?”

The people of the United States had become fed up with testosterone driven politicians. Even revered presidents such as Roosevelt and Kennedy had committed sexual indiscretions while in the Whitehouse. Clinton’s egregious behavior-getting a blow job in the Oval Office from an intern-was inexcusable, but it wasn’t the last straw. George Bush’s testosterone driven behavior, his wish to show the world that he was the toughest kid on the block, to show the world that some petty dictator such as Saddam Hussein couldn’t defy the greatest country on earth, to, by removing Saddam, complete the job his father started, had brought the United States and the world to the brink of economic ruin.

With aid from only Britain, the United States had invaded Iraq. 80% of the cost of the Gulf War had been financed by other countries, but the United States had to bear virtually the entire cost of this one. When Saudi Arabia, under pressure from Islamic fundamentalists, had cut off the flow of oil to the US, Bush had also invaded Saudi Arabia. Although he had easily taken control of the government, sabotage had brought oil production to a standstill and suicide bombers continued to kill American soldiers and civilians. The price of gas, at the pump in the US, had risen to $5 a gallon. Since the world economies were so closely entwined, a worldwide depression had ensued. Unemployment in the United States had risen to 40%. The government had defaulted on its foreign debts and had been unable to continue making social security payments to the elderly. Trade with other countries had been greatly reduced.

Wide spread riots in the US had become armed rebellion. Bush had been deposed. Congress and the supreme court had been disbanded. Jimmy Carter, temporarily ruling as dictator, had formed a caretaker government. It had been his idea to eliminate the effects of testosterone on politicians. A new congress was to be formed. It would include only women and eunuchs. Any future president or member of the Supreme Court would also be either a eunuch or a woman.

Jason found himself in the mind of Tom Daschle, the former senator from South Dakota. He was having a discussion with his wife.

“But, Tom, don’t you know what that would mean? What about our sex life? What would that be like, if you didn’t have any balls?

“I can’t hold any national public office as long as I have them. If I have my balls removed, I have an excellent chance of becoming president. Many of the other senators won’t have the dedication to take such a step,” said Daschle.

“Can you take testosterone shots or wear a patch or something so that we can have some kind of a sex life?” asked his wife, Linda.

“No, we’ll be regularly tested for testosterone level. A high testosterone level is cause for dismissal from the senate or any other high office. We might still be able to have sex, though. I understand that some eunuchs are able to get erections.”

“Hell, Tom, you have balls now, and I can rarely get you to screw me. What kind of chance do you think I’ll have getting screwed when you don’t have any?” asked Linda.

“We’ve already got three lovely children, Linda. I’m thinking of their welfare, and yours, of course.”

“Like hell, Tom. You’re only thinking of your own ego. You’re obsessed with being president. Power is the only thing that you love. I’m warning you, Tom. If you do this thing, I’ll leave you...or I’ll find a lover.”

She couldn’t dissuade Daschle, however. He made an appointment with his doctor.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Tom?” asked Dr. Frank N. Stein, Daschle’s personal physician.

“Yes, Frank. It’s the only way that I can become a senator again. It’s the only way I can ever become president. I wanted to ask you though, is it going to hurt.”

“No,” answered the doctor, “It’s a relatively minor operation. I can do it in the office. It won’t take more than a couple of hours and I won’t even have to put you under.”

“You mean I can watch you cut off my balls?” asked the former senator.

“Yes, you can watch the whole procedure, if you wish. I can schedule you for next Wednesday, if you’re sure you want to go through with it. Do you want your scrotum removed, too?”

“Will that make any difference in my testosterone levels?” asked Tom.

“No, answered Dr. Stein, “it would be strictly a cosmetic procedure.”

“In that case, just cut off my nuts. I don’t want to get cut any more than necessary.” answered Daschle.

On Wednesday, Stein was escorted into a room where simple surgical procedures were performed. Despite himself, he got an erection when he was shaved by Stein’s beautiful nurse. She shaved his entire crotch, his bush, his balls, and the hair on his legs next to his balls. Since the doctor wasn’t in the room at the time, she paid extra attention to his cock when she washed it, but then she had to clean the cum-the last of Tom Daschle’s seed-from his stomach. When he was properly prepped, the doctor entered.

“Well, Tom. It looks as though, Janice has you ready. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“Yes, Janice does good work,” answered Daschle, smiling, “and, yes, I still want them cut off. Let’s do it.”

He watched as the doctor made a small incision on the right side of his scrotum. When the doctor squeezed, a blue-white orb popped through the cut. It hung there by bluish cords. Grasping it in his gloved hand, the doctor pulled Daschle’s nut, stretching the cords. Janice clamped the cords with a hemostat and held the cords in place while Dr. Stein sutured the cords above the clamp. Once the sutures were in place, with a pair of surgical scissors, Stein snipped off Dashle’s right nut. It plopped into his hand. After placing it in a small dish, he completed the same procedure on the other testicle. When he was through, Daschle was a eunuch.

“It’ll take a while for the testosterone to drain from your body, Tom. Some of the effects, as your body becomes adjusted to the lower levels of testosterone, may be unpleasant. You may experience hot flashes and mood swings. You should also begin taking calcium supplements to prevent bone loss,” instructed the doctor.

Although he had suffered from hot flashes and depression for a while, Daschle’s body had eventually adjusted to the lack of testosterone. Although he had ejaculated once while masturbating, only a clear substance had squirted from his cock. He’d only done it out of curiosity, however. He no longer had any interest in sex. Other than the lack of sex, his wife, Linda, had come to like the new Tom better. He was much calmer; he rarely lost his temper with her or the children. At the next election, Tom was elected to the US Senate. He was already planning his presidential campaign.

Jason was back in the game room. When he looked at his crotch, he saw the empty sack hanging from his cock.