Team Effort 3


By: jrun ([email protected])

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[GAY] [STRAIGHT] [TESTICLES] [MINOR] Multiple castrations


Now that they are castrated what happened to the team that day?   
Events will lay the foundation to propel Evan into a future 
involving more castrations and much more.

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BELLOW “WHO THE HELL CASTRATED ME?”

With a crash and a bang Lee and Brian come through the door walking 
a little bowlegged. 

“I SAID WHO THE HELL CASTRATED ME.”

God, this is out of hand I think.   Lee is going to kill someone if 
I don’t do something.   Feigning waking up from a drunken stupor, I 
roll over so they can see my crotch.   I say “Keith, I told you not 
to do it.   You never listen.”

Quick as a flash Jonathan, Kenneth, and Patrick are up and parading 
in front of Lee.   Their little boy cocks and black balls are 
bouncing and Jonathan says, “Keith made me a man.”   Patrick chimes 
in “I am a man and Ken can’t beat me up any more.”   Kenneth adds 
“I’m a man too” as he grabs his black balls and yanks on them to 
show Lee.

Lee looks like a statue, as his mouth falls open at the absurdity 
of it all.   Good, I think he’s under control for now.   I swear, 
chocolate wouldn’t melt in those kids’ mouths.

Mean time Brian is staring at all the banded bodies in various 
states of wakefulness.   He keeps repeating “What is dad gonna say, 
What is dad gonna do” over and over.

I finally get Lees attention and get him to sit down.   After a 
little discussion Lee finally begins to understand what has 
happened.   Kenneth, Jonathan, Patrick and I tell him the events of 
the previous evening.   Minus a few unimportant details of 
course.   No one else has a clue what happened and no one 
contradicts us.   What few details they remember simply support our 
story.   It wasn’t until 20 years later that I learned that wasn’t 
quite true, but that’s later in my story.

When he finally understands Lee reaches for his cell saying we need 
to call the sheriff.   Before Lee can hit send, Brian slaps the 
phone out of his hand saying “NO no publicity…we will clean these 
guys up and let my dad handle it.”   And that was the only 
intelligent thing I ever saw Brian do.

“OK” Lee says, “I handled genital wounds in that damned peace 
action so I can at least do first aid.   Do we have a first aid 
kit?”   That was no problem, we had the two first aid kits from the 
bunkhouse and the one from barn.   Thanks to OSHA they were big and 
complete.   One of the few things the government did right.   Plus 
we had all the Vet supplies from the tack room.

Over the next day and a half Lee and I cleaned and stitched up the 
boys and the team.   It turned out that between my experience with 
animals and Lees medic training we made a good team.   As we tended 
the boys I got Lee to open up to me, he is a good guy.   I am 
genuinely sorry he was castrated.   

Jonathan, Patrick and Kenneth continue to amaze me.   As soon as we 
had finished explaining to Lee what happened they began to 
circulate, talking to everyone on the team.   I saw Jonathan crying 
with Danny,   Kenneth stoic and stable as he kept Steve from 
falling apart.   Patrick talking about HRT with Keith.   Then 
Jonathan was stoic as he talked with Ken about his new family with 
Sue.   Kenneth cried with Brian and Neal explaining to Patrick what 
he would never experience about sex.   Those kids were better than 
any doctor I knew.   And just a few hours ago they had been 
tormented by the same people.   I don’t think I will ever 
understand or fully appreciate the mind of a 12-year-old boy.

On Sunday about noon Brian called his father.   After a very few 
meaningless words Brian said “I know you didn’t,---but---I---its an 
emergency dad, the team has been castrated.”   A long pause.   “No 
we didn’t call the sheriff---Yes I’m sure---of course I’m keeping 
it quiet.---Yes, all of---I wont---me too---Will you come”   Brian 
looks like he’s about to cry   Jonathan and Patrick come over and 
hug him.   “I think---Keith was---Yes the fagot---we cleaned---yes 
I---You need---OK I”   Brian punches END and sobs he doesn’t give a 
damn about us just the publicity and his damn business, his fucking 
clean up team is on the way.

I will give the clean up team one thing, they were efficient.   In 
less than 15 minutes three black vans and a black unmarked 
ambulance with blacked out windows came rolling in.   The doors 
opened and about 20 very nondescript men in sunglasses and 
immaculate black suits piled out.   (Kinda like MIB but private and 
very exclusive.)   A med team in dark blue scrubs and face masks 
began examining each of us.   The med team never said a thing 
although I did learn from one of the black suits we did an 
excellent job. 

Each of the suites had a fist full of faxes with full personal 
history.   They seemed to know things I had forgotten.   It was 
also apparent that we were incommunicado.   As an experiment I 
tried Lees cell.   “Cell out of service”   And the bootleg landline 
phone only I knew about --- Dead.   I was filled with a sense of 
dread.   Looking back now I realize that was just the beginning of 
my association with castration.

They told us we didn’t have to worry about telling our folks, that 
was being taken care of.   They immediately started us working on 
forms and paperwork.   Lifetime fully funded private and exclusive 
medical for us and our families.   For exclusive I substituted, the 
doctors wouldn’t talk.   Hidden amongst all that boring routine 
were a growing number of hooks to keep us quite.   I began 
declining.   The eyebrows on the suits face arch up.   I decline 
another.   A trace of anger,   And another.   The face is 
flushed.   I sense its time and casually comment “I have a nice 
video from Friday evening.”   No response from the suit, but he did 
get up for a cup of coffee.

There wasn’t a tape but as long as they couldn’t find “the tape” 
they had to keep looking.   And THAT gave me leverage.   They would 
however find a tape had been ejected along with my prints on 
Steve’s camcorder.

More questions from a different black suit.   Most were routine, 
though some were couched with words like “publicity”   
“confidential”   “embarrassment”   All intended to sound like they 
were protecting me.   I knew better.   Then a piece of paper is 
handed to the suit interviewing me.   There is something hand 
written on the paper and I know its time to play my cards.

“Look” I say “Last Friday I wasn’t planning on being a 15 year old 
Eunuch, and now I am.   I haven’t even slept with anyone and now 
that’s gone.”   Again no reaction.   “I know keeping this quiet is 
to my advantage.   And I know you have strict instructions about no 
publicity.   If I am to keep this quite there will be some things I 
need.”

“Such as?”

“I don’t talk to middle men.”   The suit is very sharp and has been 
well trained.   He starts to say something, studies my face for a 
moment then steps outside.   

Quickly I slipped through the trap door into the potato cellar.   
Crawling to the back I can see the vans and I hear  “Yes sir---a 
death wouldn’t---he won’t be intimidated---the tape---thorough 
search---no trace---only you ---Yes sir---.”

In less than 10 minutes a limo arrived.   Not one of those gaudy 
pretentious things, this was made up to look like an ordinary 
Chevy.   It spoke of POWER in big bold letters.

The driver stepped out and opened the door.   Mr. Williams was 
speaking on an encrypted cell in clipped, precise and rapid 
bursts.   “Tell Cunningham he will do as I say--he will relinquish 
control tomorrow--incorporate the holding company with 4000 
outstanding shares--I don’t care about your problems--I expect $400 
Billion pay-back in 3 years--report back after I deal with this 
eunuch fag.”

I am escorted to the limo.   “Now Even what is this I hear about 
you causing problems.”   He is treating me like a 6-year-old.   I 
speak quietly and slowly.   “Mr. Williams there will be some”   He 
interrupts “Evan your parents and I know best.”   “changes in the 
way this is handled” I finish ignoring his interruption.   

“Such as”

“First all my dads bills will be paid in full.”

“and”

“Second you will take no retribution against Keith and Brian.   
Beyond that you will insure they take responsibility for what they 
do.”

“Third you will forget words like faggot when Jonathan is in your 
presence,   If he is or isn’t is for him to decide.”

He nods

“When I ask, you will grant one favor for each of the others 
here.   Don’t worry it will be something you can accomplish easily.”

He nods reluctantly.

“Next you will take my calls at any time no matter what you are 
doing”

“No”

“You know Mr. Williams, the video quality of Keith castrating 
Jonathan, Kenneth, Patrick and me is really quite remarkable.”

“And lastly I want 1,000 shares of your new company”

“That’s 50 percent he says”   but I can see he would rather give up 
money than power.

“Its 25 percent and you retain full control.   What could 
Cunningham do with the information?   Remember I am more valuable 
as a friend.”

He didn’t expect that.   The single word “done” concludes the 
interview.


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