The shoulders sloped above C-cup breasts. The sides flared gently toward feminine hips which were wider than the shoulders. The thighs were thick and rubbed together as he walked. In front of them, a 2" permanently flaccid penis hung straight down. Ten years ago, it had been 5" long when flaccid.

Richard's body was completely hairless except for his head which was crowned by a thick mop of wavy brown hair. His obese body was soft, flabby, and weak, showing no sign of muscular definition. Reluctantly, he turned to the left so as to view his massive bulging ass. Once, it had been a taut firm pair of gluteus maximus muscles, showing no subcutaneous fat.

Well, what had he expected to see ? That he was a man again ? FAT CHANCE ! His mind flew back ten years to the day when he had been forced at gunpoint to cut off his own balls. Of course, he could have refused and been dead for the past ten years. Would he have been any worse off ? But, Richard had been afraid of death then, and he still was.

"To sleep, perchance to dream,

Aye, there's the rub.

For in that sleep of Death,

What dreams may come,

When we have shuffl'd off

This mortal coil ?"

It was a day that he could never forget, Friday, March 6, 1925. Richard was 23 years old, handsome, athletic, and well-endowed. His lean muscular body had attracted the attention of Natalie Renfrew one day at the beach. Natalie was tired of her dull engineer husband, Douglas Renfrew who was so wrapped up in his work that he never seemed to find time for sex .

Richard Grimes, though he had a degree in business administration, was too busy being a young-man-about-town to make any use of it. He lived on an allowance from his wealthy father and devoted himself to sowing his wild oats, with great enthusiasm. As a result, Richard had plenty of time for sex and soon found that Natalie was a great lay. He was quite aware that Natalie was married and had even met Douglas with her once at a party. The hostess introduced them and, of course, Natalie and Richard acted like total strangers.

That had been nearly a year ago, but, it is wisely said that the cuckold is always the last to know. Ultimately, though, unbeknownst to Richard, Douglas finally did learn of their affair.

And so it was, on the evening of March 6, that Richard answered a knock on the door of his apartment only to find Douglas Renfrew standing there with a Colt .45 automatic in his hand. Richard raised his hands and Douglas said "Back up." He did and Douglas closed the door behind himself. He then addressed Richard rather pompously. "You have ruined my marriage, you have broken my happy home. You are a seducer, an adulterer, and a homewrecker." The "seducer" part was preposterous and only in Douglas' own mind was his home happy. Natalie was bored to distraction.

Somehow, though, Richard felt that it might not be discrete to dispute these points with a man holding a gun on him. "I would be within my moral but not legal rights to shoot you, and it may yet come to that. However, it would suit my purpose just as well to render you useless to Natalie or any other women." Mr. Renfrew reached into his left jacket pocket and brought out an object which he handed to Richard, saying "Here, take this." Richard did and found it to be a straight-edged razor.

"I now offer you a choice. You may either use that razor to castrate yourself or I shall put a bullet through your brain. I offer you a choice, in other words, between manhood and life. As I have other matters to attend to this evening, I cannot give you very much time to debate the matter. You must decide now. Which will you forfeit, your testicles or your life ?"

It seemed to Richard that a sexless life was worthless, and yet....he was afraid of death. Reluctantly, he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and dropped his trousers. Richard then pulled down his undershorts, and finally the jockstrap which, as a result of a very bad double rupture at 14, he had had to wear every day since. Out spilled his very large, very low-hanging balls which hung well below the end of his 5" flaccid penis.

Richard flipped open the razor and tested the edge. It was very sharp. With tears in his eyes, he brushed away his penis with his left hand and took ahold of his testicles, drawing them out from his body. He held the razor over the bag behind his balls with the edge facing downward. After a moment's hesitation, he resolutely slashed downward and to the right, shearing through the bag and cords. His balls came away in his left hand. Richard stared at them for a moment and fainted.

When he awoke, he was lying on the floor. His balls lay on the floor about two feet to the left and the bloodied razor about a foot to his right. Richard got up and walked over to the telephone. He called the hospital, told them that he was

badly injured and bleeding copiously and asked them to send an ambulance to Suite 44, Walsingham Arms, 127 Grande St. After making sure that the door was unlocked he fetched a towel from the bathroom and stuffed it into his crotch.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Richard shouted "Come in !" Two men with a stretcher and a doctor with his bag entered. The doctor did what he could to stanch the bleeding. Richard didn't watch. He explained that he had been forced at gunpoint to castrate himself. and was then taken down to the waiting ambulance. The doctor brought the severed testicles along and called the police.

The area of the wound was disinfected thoroughly, the cords were ligatured, and the remains of Richard's scrotum were sutured together. Richard related the entire story of the evening's events to the police except that when he was asked whether he was having an affair with Mrs. Renfrew he refused to answer on grounds of self-incimination. He was informed that he might not be allowed to use that legal move in court.

Having received a blood transfusion and a good night's sleep, Richard was ready to be discharged the following morning. Before he left hospital, a Lieut. Richardson of the police dropped in to bring him up to date on the case against Douglas Renfrew.

"Last night, Mrs, Renfrew reported her husband missing. By that time we had ascertained that he had boarded a flight for Caracas, Venezuela at 5:35 PM. We have no jurisdiction over him in Venezuela, nor can we extradite him. There is no extradition treaty between the U.S. and Venezuela. He has successfully flown the coop and no legal action can be taken."

The 1929 Crash wiped out the Grimes family fortune, forcing Richard to go to work. He became the manager of a department store and always wore a double-breasted suit , the jacket of which succeeded very well in concealing his double breasts.

Douglas had accomplished his purpose. Castration made Richard impotent, thus ending the affair with Natalie who divorced Douglas on grounds of abandonment, and married a tennis pro. named Mark with whom she had a very active sex life, and to whom she bore three children.

Natalie and Richard remained friends, however, and so, on the evening of reminiscence kindled by his look in the mirror Natalie phoned him. She had startling news: Douglas, of all people, had been shot by a jealous husband in Caracas. Somehow, Richard found this comforting.

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