After Greg and his cronies left Sam's Gym, things did not turn out exactly as they had expected. Sam did not find Jack's body at 9:00 the next morning when he opened the gym for the very good reason that Jack was still using it.

Despite the unbearable agony caused by the crushing of his testicles, Jack was able to drag himself to Sam's unlocked office and dial 911 on the telephone. By sheer force of will, Jack kept himself conscious until the police and the ambulance arrived shortly thereafter to take him to Gotham General Hospital, fortunately only 3 blocks away.

Upon regaining consciousness following surgery, Jack refused to cooperate with the police by identifying his assailants. Too familiar with the city's "revolving door" courts, Jack resolved to settle this issue himself.

Greg and his buddies were very surprised that, when they returned to the gym the next day, Sam said nothing about finding a body. Neither did he mention the late-evening visit of the police and ambulance. They had, of course, called him to let them into the building.

Having heard nothing from or about Jack a month later, they were still wondering just what had happened after they left. One evening, Greg and his five henchmen were still working out when Sam went home, telling them to close the door after them when they left, so that it would lock.

A few minutes later, they were startled to see a man standing in the doorway. He was wearing nondescript dark work clothes, rubber gloves, and a ski mask and was carrying an olive-drab tote bag in his left hand. However, it was what was in his right hand that disturbed them. It was a strange-looking pistol which, they soon learned, went "POP" instead of "BANG"and shot darts rather than bullets .

Greg was bare-chested and caught the first dart just under his right nipple. He started to shout "What the fuck ?" but only got "Wha..." out before his voice dropped to a whisper and he dropped to the floor. Before any of the other five had been able to react thay had been stung in various places by the darts and fell to the floor fully conscious, but unable to move or speak above a whisper.

The intruder went up to Greg first and pulled down his shorts and jockstrap, exposing his huge whang and his great heavy balls. The stranger removed a black vinyl garbage bag and a pair of pruning shears from his tote bag.

Ignoring Greg's balls, he used the pruning shears to lop off Greg's dick flush with his body. He held up the severed dick before Greg's shocked eyes before depositing it in the garbage bag. Greg wanted to scream but

was able to produce only a loud sigh.

Swiftly, Greg's assailant moved to the other five and exposed and severed each man's penis flush with his body and throwing it into the garbage bag. When he had finished, he went into the Men's room and washed the blood from his rubber gloves and the pruning shears. Without a word, the intruder left, leaving five penectomized men bleeding copiously on the floor.

First to be tranquilized, Greg was first to recover. Leaving a trail of blood on the floor, he staggered into Sam's office and dialed 911, telling the dispatcher only that six men were seriously wounded in Sam's Gym, 108 Oak Street, and that all were in danger of bleeding to death.

Jack, for, of course, he was the intruder, left the gym by the back door and, in the dark alley behind the building, removed his ski mask and rubber gloves, stowing them with his gas pistol and pruning shears in his tote bag. His car was at the far end of the alley.

Jack drove a few blocks to an industrial park where he found a dumpster and discarded the bag of penises. That done, he headed for the Interstate and his new home in Schenectady.

First aid at the scene arrested the bleeding sufficiently so that all six of Jack's penectomized victims could be hospitalized in time to save their lives. Of course, afterward, Greg realized that, if he hadn't been so terrified of death, it might well have been wiser to bleed to death than to live without a penis.

Inasmuch as he had never spoken a word to them, none of the victims needed to admit that he had a damned good idea who had attacked them.

All of them lied about having any knowlwedge of the motive for the attack. After all,they could not accuse Jack without incriminating themselves.

Dr. Goldenberg, the surgeon who had supervised the surgery on all six of the men, minced no words about their prospects. "Inasmuch as your penises have not been found, there is virtually no chance that they can be re-attached. If they are ever retrieved, it will doubtless be too late to re-attach them.

Penis reconstruction is very expensive and, frankly, not worth the money. Inasmuch as a prosthetic penis does not have the sensory nerves of a real penis, although it can be used for intromission, i.e., fucking, you can either not or hardly feel what's going on, so what good is that ?

You'll just have to face the fact that your sex lives are over. You can't even jerk off. However, inasmuch as your balls are intact, you will be as horny as ever. You face lives of endless sexual frustration. Female sex hormones can be administered to reduce your sex urge . However, they have side effects you aren't going to like.

The effects are similar to castration: loss of strength, accumulation of fat on the hips, thighs, and ass, and growth of boobs. If you don't mind being about half as strong as normal men and looking like women, then

go for the female hormones.

Have any of you ever been buttfucked ?" Nobody responded. "Then you don't know this from experience, but it is true. Your asshole and your prostate gland, which is right next to your gut, a short distance inside your asshole, are as sensitive as the head of your dick.

In the Middle East, where the ragheads de-nut men and cut their dicks off to use them as harem guards,making them eunuchs, it's long been known that eunuchs can get as much pleasure out of being buttfucked as they used to out of fucking. Buttfucking is known as "the eunuch's delight."

Now, you dudes aren't eunuchs because you still have balls,but that just makes your prostate glands much more sensitive than a eunuch's. So, it stands that reason that you could get even more pleasure than the eunuchs do, if you let yourselves be buttfucked.

Now,of course, that's queer stuff and you're straight men. But,if you can't BE men, having no dicks, why you just might consider going the gay way. Those are about the only two choices you've got: take female hormones and turn into sexless she-males,or take up gay sex. The sure thing is that you're never going to be real men again."

To Jack,revenge was very, very sweet. Not only could Greg and his buddies never fuck again, but he, Jack, had lost nothing except the abiity to have kids. His scrotum contained a pair of natural-looking silicone prostheses, and, thanks to transdermal testosterone patches, his dick worked as well as ever and fucking felt as good as it ever had.

So, in the long run, the grudge had been settled to Jack's complete satisfaction.