The Burdizzo, Part 3

I opened one eye and found myself staring at the allegedly ailing orbs. Harry was - as usual when he came into my room - naked as a Jay bird. "They look all right to me," I said, sitting up and trying not to look as deleriously happy as I felt. "What do you mean - something's the matter with them? Anyway, what do you expect me to do about it - kiss them and make them better?"

Harry, despite the way he treated me, seemed to think I was his friend. That was partly my fault - after the first night's unpleasantness I had tried to give the impression that I actually liked fellating him every evening. Actually I was just trying to make the best of a situation I couldn't control.

"You're as familiar with them as I am," he said. "I want you to check them out."

This was true. I was used to getting a much closer view of them than he was - and even knew how they felt and tasted in my mouth. "All right, give them here." I took hold of his scrotum and twisted it - at the same time pressing a finger against the area where one of the crushed cords was located.

"Ouch!" he yelled, "That really hurt."

"That proves they're still alive at any rate." Actually, of course, it didn't prove any such thing. "Let me have another look. Hmm," I murmered to myself, peering closely at Harry's left testicle.

"What?" asked Harry, anxiously, "What is it?"

"It's probably nothing" I answered, "but... how long have you had this lump?"

"There's a lump?"

"Quite a large one actually. You should get it looked at - it might be cancer."

I thought Harry was going to faint. He turned pale and sat down on my bed. I decided to take pity on him.

"There's no lump. I was just kidding."

"Well stop kidding," said Harry, angrily, "I think there is definitely something wrong. When I squeeze my balls I don't feel anything."

"I don't feel anything when I squeeze your balls, either".

"Jim, cut it out." growled Harry, shaking a fist in my direction, threateningly.

"OK, I'm sorry. Seriously, though - could it be Mumps? Someone told me that sometimes affects the testicles."

"No, it couldn't be Mumps. I had Mumps 10 years ago and you can't get it twice."

"Hey, I'm 14 years old. What do I know about this stuff. Maybe you were lying on them in your sleep and cut off the circulation or something."

"I'm sorry kid - I know it's not your fault." (Little did he know!) "But I've also got this dull ache in my scrotum, above my balls."

"Why don't you leave it for now, and if they're not better tomorrow, talk to your dad about them."

"No way! He'd want to cut them off, just to examine them."

"In that case, all I can say is 'take 2 aspirins and call me in the morning'."

Whenever I saw Harry that day he seemed preoccupied, and a couple of times I noticed him rubbing his crotch. I began to wonder if he would put in his usual appearance in my bedroom that night. I needn't have worried - he did. His performance didn't seem to have suffered much - though he didn't ask me to suck his balls like he usually did. When I took his cock into my mouth he quickly became hard but it took a lot longer than usual for him to cum. When he finally did, the volume was way down, and it tasted different. After he withdrew, the remaining fluid seeping from his cock slit was clear, not milky the way it should have been.

I decided it was time to show some concern. "Harry," I said, "I'm beginning to think you may be right about your balls. I could tell from the look and taste of your cum - what there was of it - that something is wrong. Maybe there is some kind of infection in them that is affecting your sperm production." I didn't know what I was talking about but it sounded authentic. "Perhaps it's time to get a second opinion."

"I'll think about it." was all Harry said as he went back into his bedroom.

The next morning Harry was back in my room. "They're getting worse," he complained, after waking me up. "I can't feel a thing when I squeeze them, and they're starting to feel squishy."

I reached for his balls and squeezed them, hard. There was no reaction from Harry. I had to agree with him - they did feel squishy, and I noticed that they took a while to regain their regular ovoid shape when I let go of them. "Harry - I hate to say this, and I hope I'm wrong.- but I think your balls are dead. I've no idea what could have caused them to die," (At this point I was having trouble keeping a straight face) "but you'd definitely better get to a doctor right away."

"I think you're right." said Harry as he left my room.

Now the shit is going to hit the fan, I thought as I went to take a shower. There was no way that a doctor examining Harry's balls would miss the crushed cords. In a couple of hours the yelling and screaming would start.

Actually, it took a bit longer than that. The doctor Harry and his dad went to confirmed the death of Harry's balls and insisted on removing them to prevent gangrene from setting in. When he opened Harry's scrotum the crushed cords became plainly visible. After the operation the doctor had Harry rest for an hour before letting him go home.

I was sitting in the kitchen, eating lunch, when the two of them came in. Walter, Harry's dad rushed over to the table and, waving has finger in my face, screamed "Why did you do it! We know it was you!"

I leaned back in my chair to escape Walter's accusing finger and, pretending bewilderment, said "Why did I do what? You know what was me?".

By this time my mother had come in from the garden and quite calmly said, "Yes, Walter, what exactly are you accusing my son of?"

"Castrating my son, that's what!"

I opened my mouth in pretended amazement. "Why would I want to do something like that. What motive would I have?" I added, looking Harry straight in the eye as I said it. He opened his mouth to answer me, but after a few seconds thought, shut it again without saying anything. "Another thing - how am I supposed to have committed this act without Harry noticing it at the time. You haven't claimed that he actually witnessed the act." I looked at Walter as I said this - then looked at my mother and shrugged my shoulders.

"You used a Burdizzo, and don't try to tell me you don't know what a Burdizzo is. You must have drugged Harry and then operated on him while he was unconscious."

I actually smiled at this. "You don't actually expect any one to believe a wild story like that do you? You must have been watching too much TV."

"That's no way to talk to your step-father," said my mother, "Though I must admit it does sound pretty far fetched."

"We haven't heard much from the new eunuch about this," I said, looking at Harry. "What are your views on the subject?"

"Uh.. I don't know. If you didn't do it some crazy person must have sneaked in and done it."

Walter looked at his son in amazement. "Are you nuts," he shouted. "You KNOW Jim must have done it."

Harry just looked at the ground and said nothing.

That's pretty much the way it ended. There is a sequel however. Not long after this, Walter was caught with another woman and Mom divorced him. This all happened more than 10 years ago and I eventually graduated from Veterinary College and went into practice with my mother. On the day of my graduation she said to me "I saw the way you looked at Harry when you asked what motive you would have for castrating him. He didn't answer you did he. Tell me the truth - had he been abusing you?"

"Yes, he had." I answered , and went on to tell her the whole story - leaving out the more graphic details.

She hugged me. "You did the right thing." was all she said.

One final note. Yes, I do still use the Burdizzo. But only on four-legged animals now.