A handsome, blond, blue-eyed , young man of about 20 walked slowly and painfully up to a policemen directing traffic and said "I'm Eric Gibbon and I need to get to a hospital." So endeed a sensational kidnapping.

Eric Gibbon was known as the "Golden Boy", not only because of his almost metallic-looking blond hair, but also for his family's great wealth. His father was a multi-millionaire and his grandfather was a billionaire. Eric was also known as a "wild child", his escapades providing a steady source of material for the gossip columns of the reputable newspapers and lurid copy for the tabloids.

The patrolman recognized him even before he spoke and whipped out his walky-talky to call headquarters. "This is Officer Landon at the corner of Main and Walton. I've got Eric Gibbon with me here and he says he needs to go to a hospital." To Eric, he said "They're sending a cruiser; it'll be here in a few minutes. Is there anything I can do for you ?"

"I may need to lean on you." replied Eric. "Be my guest. " answered Officer Landon. The patrol car arrived in six minutes. The officer in the front passenger seat

got out, shook Eric's hand , helped him into the seat, and sat in the back. The driver said "Congratulations. It's good to see you. " Eric nodded and said "Yeah, thanks." unenthusiastically. Then Eric asked "Can we keep this out of the papers for a while ? I can't cope with paparazzi right now."

"We'll try." replied the officer in the rear. "Can we stop at headquarters first, or do you need to go to the hospital right away ?" "Right away; I'm in terrible pain." answered Eric. "OK, they're expecting you at the ER. You'll be processed without delay." Eric relaxed but winced every time the car hit a bump or jolted even slightly.

"I suppose my parents have been notified." remarked Eric. "Of course," replied the officer behind him. "How nice" said Eric in a bitter sarcastic tone. So far, so good, there were no paparazzi waiting at the door of the ER at Central Hospital.

Eric was brought immediately to a room where he was provided with a hospital gown. He undressed, laying aside his T-shirt, Gucci designer jeans, and blood-stained Calvin Klein briefs. He did not look down at himself before donning the hospital gown.

Unlike most visitors to the Emergency Room, he was seen by a physician: Dr. Levinson, a young intern just a few years older than Eric himself, barely five minutes after Eric had lain down on the bed. "Well, let's see what the trouble here is, shall we ?" he asked. Silently, Eric raised his hospital gown.

Not yet as inured to gruesome sights as more experienced physicians, Dr. Levinson was visibly shocked. "Oh my God, we'll get you into surgery as soon as possible." stammered Dr. Levinson. He left and returned almost immediately with a gauze dressing which he placed on the crudely cauterized wound. "Dr. Radhakrishna is in surgery right now, but he should be done in about 15 minutes. That's the fastest we can get a surgeon for you." said Dr. Levinson apologetically.

"I understand", answered Eric. "Your father is in the waiting room, do you want me to send him in ?" asked the intern. "NO !" barked Eric. "I'll talk to him after the surgery." I want a private room with a door that can be closed. What I have to say to him is best kept between four walls." Dr. Levinson looked a bit startled. "Oh, alright. By the way, there's also a policeman outside who wants to talk to you. " Eric shook his head. "I'd like to talk to him in private, also. I'm sure he'll understand."

Most of what Dr. Radhakrishna had to do was tidying up after some neat but unprofessional surgery done by one of the kidnappers. Inasmuch as no anæsthetic had been used, both amateur operations had been excruciatingly painful. Dr. Radhakrishna talked soothingly and encouragingly to his patient as he sought to be sure that the wounds would heal properly.

"Vas this done víthout anæsthesia ?" he asked. When Eric replied in the affirmative, Dr. Radhakrishna was appalled and commented "Aw, my goodness, you are a wery courageous young man." Eric laughed bitterly and answered "No, I anæsthetized myself. I fainted." Dr. Radhakrishna nodded. "Yes, this is Nature's vay of sparing us unnecéssary suffering."

"Vell, you vill be given medication for pain and antibíotics. I expect that you vill recower as fully as pawssible considering vhat has been done to you. Allow me to

ássure you that you have my deep sympáthy." Eric sighed. "I appreciate your sympathy, but I think you'll have to admit that my life has been blighted."

After surgery, Eric was transferred to a private room. His father came in a moment later. "Close the door" commanded Eric. "I have things to say to you that I don't want broadcasted throughout the hospital."

Paul Gibbon began in a wheedling tone. "Let me explain, Eric...."Eric interrupted immediately. "You don't need to. They had a speakerphone. I heard every word of your converations with them. YOU FUCKIN' MISER ! You know what happened when you didn't show up with the ransom two weeks ago. THEY CUT OFF MY FUCKIN' LEFT NUT ! and sent it to you."

Paul Gibbon remembered well the package that had come in the mail. It contained a wooden cheese box full of salt in which there was a human testicle, Eric's. Now, he managed to get a word in edgewise. "I didn't have $1,000,000 in cash.

As I told them, most of my money is tied up in securities. I couldn't liquidate $1,000,000 worth overnight."

"THE FUCKIN' HELL YOU COULDN'T" shouted Eric. What you mean is that you couldn't liquidate them WITHOUT LOSING MONEY." That was more important to you than what they might do to ME ! Then when you finally DID deliver the ransom, YOU STIFFED THEM !" Paul looked startled. "WHAT ?" he shouted. "There were only 9990 $100 bills in that suitcase instead of 10,000. Did you think they wouldn't count it ?

"Well, let me show you what that little shortfall cost me." Eric threw back the sheet and pulled up his hospital gown. Paul stared in horror as Eric screamed "THEY CUT OFF MY FUCKIN' DICK !!!.......for a lousy fuckin' thousand dollars." Eric bursted into tears. "I'm ruined..... for a stinkin' thousand bucks !" he sobbed.

"Well, do let me tell you all about it." "WAIT, WAIT" shouted Paul Gibbon. "I got that suitcase of money from your grandfather. I knew that he had enough available in cash, so I borrowed it from him. He wasn't wild about it. 'How much interest are you prepared to pay on it ?' he asked. 'Prime plus 2%' I answered. 'Very well, leave your Rolex as security.' I did. Strictly business, you understand."

"That greedy old motherfucker !" snarled Eric. "When they counted the money, they were fit to be tied. '$999,000" said the counter. 'Are you sure' asked the leader.

'Absolutely'. I was scared shitless. "It is enough." said the leader, 'but we must teach them a lesson. Bring the kid over here. I'll need a long 1/4 thick Phillips screwdriver, a straight razor, and the Bernz-o-matic.'

He pushed the screwdriver up into my urethra to keep it open , cut my dick off with the razor and cauterized the wound with the propane torch. Can you even imagine how that hurt ? Dr. Radhakrishna says he did a neat job, for an amateur. I was gagged, but even so, I screamed myself hoarse.

There's my right nut down there. It's got the sperms that would make the future generations of Gibbons in it, but they'll never be used now. What am I ? I'm not a eunuch because I've got one ball . I'm not a man because I've got no dick. I'm nothing and I'm good for nothing. All because you two motherfuckin' misers had to haggle over the fuckin ransom. Well, now you've lost $999,000 and I've lost everything that made life worth living.

Well, you can tell old J. Paul to cut me out of his will, 'cause I don't want a penny of his. HE CAN KEEP HIS FUCKIN' MONEY AND SHOVE IT UP HIS ASS !"

After Eric's father had left, a police officer came into the room and asked, "Is there anything you can tell me that might help us in apprehending the kidnappers ?" Eric shook his head. "I never saw their faces. They were always masked. All I can tell you about the place where I was kept is that it was an underground room, a basement or sub-basement room under an abandoned factory. Whenever I was in the car with them, I was blindfolded. The car was a diesel; I could tell by the sound.

Of course, I heard their voices. There was nothing special about them. I guess I mean they sounded like they came from this part of the country. The one I think was the leader, because he gave the orders, sounded a little better educated than the others. He didn't swear much."

"Did any of them ( by the way, how many were there ?) wear any jewelry, rings, chains, etc. ?"

"No, there were three."

"How and where did they capture you ?"

"In the EZ-Park ramp garage. I think somebody came up behind me and stuck a needle in my right arm. I came to in their car. I was blindfolded and gagged and my hands were tied behind my back. They hustled me into a building. I could see just a little under the edge of the blindfold. There was dusty rusty machinery in the building."

"And, when they released you ?"

"I was blindfolded and gagged but my hands weren't tied. By the time I got the blindfold off, they were gone. I thought I heard a diesel car behind me, that'd be north, but I don't know if it was theirs. I was at the north edge of the park."

"Alright. Thanks for the information. "

Eric spent 5 days in the hospital and was visited by his mother and some of his friends. He refused to discuss his injuries. He dreaded leaving because the paparazzi

("paper rats" as he called them) would be waiting outside. He decided to stonewall it.

When he left, he wore a surgical mask , like Michael Jackson, and answered all questions with "No comment".

When Paul managed to liquidate some of his securities at a modest profit, having calculated the interest on the loan, he visited his father J.Paul to repay him. "The principal is $1,000,000" J.Paul insisted. "The suitcase contained $999,000 !" Paul insisted. "That is why the kidnappers mutilated him. They were infuriated at the shortfall." After much acrimonious argument, J. Paul finally agreed to accept 1,089,742.50 in settlement of the debt and returned Paul's Rolex (after being reminded of it).

Then, Paul told his father of Eric's demand to be cut out of his will and the reason for it. "Fine, no skin off my ass" commented J.Paul. "What do you plan to do with all your money, J.P. ? " asked his son. "You never donate to charity except for a tax write-off. You can't take it with you when you die, y'know." J. Paul laughed. "Who says I'm going to die ? The J.P. Gibbon Medical Research Foundation is working intensively on a search for means of extending human life indefinitely."

"Well, then, that's one of your tax dodges which may accomplish something worthwhile, unlike that museum of yours which teeters on the verge of bankruptcy because of all those lawsuits against it for displaying forgeries and looted artifacts."

His father was a bit touchy on the subject of his pet project, the J. Paul Gibbon Museum of Art.

"Listen" he said. "The public loves it. The art works and artifacts there are things of beauty. Only those asshole archeologists and art "experts" are offended by those things. The public don't give a shit whether they're authentic or where and how we obtained 'em. They're beautiful and the people know it."

Once home, Eric began to display the psychological damage from his ordeal. He refused to leave the house for ANYTHING. He wouldn't even go out on the grounds until they had been searched to assure that there were no intruders. Then, he remained in plain sight from the house and insisted that the servants keep an eye on him until he was back indoors.

He refused all invitations which required leaving his home where, alone, he felt safe. Finally, his father hired a full-time bodyguard for Eric so that he could have some kind of a social life. Frank Hamilton, a retired police Captain, was a fine choice for the job. An ex-Marine, he was tough as nails. He was licensed to carry a concealed weapon and packed a M1911 Colt .45 automatic. Extremely conscientious, he kept Eric in sight at ALL times and usually was at his side.

Even so, Eric went out very little. He enjoyed having his friends visit him, though the butler was required to demand identification of anyone who visited the house and unexpected visitors first had to be cleared by the butler or by Frank before being admitted. When Eric visited friends, he remained mostly indoors even in daylight and would NOT go outside at night. Even with Frank at his side, he was uneasy and his visits were always short.

Eric informed his father that he was not going to return to college. He would arrange to be tutored, at home, of course, in subjects of special interest to him but insisted on a security check on the tutor before he would be admitted to the house.

If a stranger, such as a repair man was in the house, Eric would lock himself in his room with Frank guarding the door.

Even worse than his fear of another abduction, was Eric's sexual frustration. He had a normal libido and no normal way of satisfying it. He relieved himself anally with a vibrator stimulating his prostate gland. The orgasms obtained in that way were very good, but he felt unsatisfied. He was heterosexual and had no interest in becoming a homosexual bottom. Like all of the Gibbon males, he had a dominant, some would say "domineering" personality and the idea of submission to another male was highly distasteful to him.

Even his psychological dependence on his bodyguard was irksome to him. He had no privacy. He couldn't very well have privacy and have a bodyguard at his side all the time. Before he was abducted, he had enjoyed vacationing in places like Aruba and Cancun. He'd even considered returning to Aruba some summer. Then Natalie Holloway disappeared and he realized that, with his family's great wealth, he'd be in danger of abduction unless he had Frank at his side every minute of the trip.

He realized that he could doubtless satisfy a girl orally and maybe even get her to satisfy him anally with a finger cot on her middle finger. He certainly couldn't do these things with Frank incessantly at his elbow, nor could he hope to keep the secret of his dicklessness. So, he remained frustrated.

Finally, Eric decided to get rid of most of his libido. He hated to, but , by the time he was 21, he was master of his own body and , making discrete inquiries, he located a surgeon who would relieve him of his one remaining testicle. He had himself and Frank flown to Mexico in his father's private jet, ostensibly for a vacation .

He returned three weeks later, tanned and healthy-looking and much more contented. The Mexican surgeon had skilfully and professionally completed the nullification begun by the amateur surgeons who had abducted him.

EPILOGUE Justice is not always done. The kidnappers were never apprehended and it is assumed that they are living the life of Riley somewhere on the Gibbons' $999,000.