Saturday morning I awoke with an awful headache. Been there, done that. I knew it was a massive hangover. Ugh. I felt awful. The morning light was WAY too bright.

I found myself in a place I was not familiar with. I guess it was a "sleepover", so to speak. No one else was there.

I didn't know exactly where I was, but eventually I put the pieces together and managed to get home.

It took a long time to get over the hangover. But eventually I did and I began to notice that my groin was giving me pain. It wasn't extremely painful, but there was a strong aching in my balls. It was something that I had not experienced before after a night of drinking.

Well, I took a couple of Tylenol, mainly for my headache. I couldn't remember what had happened last night, but I thought maybe there was some rough sex and my balls took a hit or two and the Tylenol would help reduce the pain.

About that time my cell rang. It was Randy. He wanted to know how I was. I said, well except for the hangover and pain in my balls, I guess I was OK. He sounded relieved and said he would be right over. That sounded a bit odd, but I was not in any mental state to question his intentions.

About a half hour later the door bell rang. It was Randy. He came in and asked again how I was. His concern over my well being was again a bit odd I thought. Fine, I told him. My headache is gone, but my balls still hurt. He said he was glad that that they only hurt. That peaked my curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"Well", he said, "you went through quite a deal last night". "What 'deal'", I asked.

"After you got way too drunk, you were begging for someone to suck your balls dry. Someone came out of the crowd came forward and said that they would suck your balls dry. You were really out of it, but you seemed very serious that you wanted your balls sucked. I didn't want to leave you alone with someone neither of us knew. But you insisted on going with this fellow, and I insisted to go along. So, the 3 of us went to his house. And that is where he sucked your balls dry."

"What the heck are you talking about. I do not remember saying anything about anyone sucking my balls or about anything else."

"Well, you were very insistent and I was not about to go up against your muscular body. What happened was beyond my imagination, but you were very insistent, and grateful, at the time."

I could not stand to endure the cat and mouse game. "What the hell happened", I asked.

"Well, you stripped naked and laid down on the floor. He, who never gave his name, also stripped naked. He had small box with him. From the box he took some surgical gloves, some alcohol, some gauze and swabs and a razor. He completely shaved your scrotum. Then he wiped it down with the alcohol swabs.

From the box he took a small machine and plugged it into the electrical outlet. He then sat on your stomach and was facing your feet. From the small machine he took a hose. On the hose was a needle. He turned on the machine, took the needle, and jammed it into one of your testicles. The needle began sucking out the contents of your testicle. A few seconds later he yanked the needle from your scrotum, and then grabbed your ball sack and jammed the needle into your other testicle. The needle began sucking out the contents of that testicle.

When he was done he turned off the machine, wiped your scrotum with alcohol gauze, applied a couple of round bandages to the scrotum, and that was that.

From what I can tell, he sucked your testicles dry. They are empty, null, and void."

I sat stunned. I could not believe what I was hearing. I pulled down my pants and to my surprise there they were, two small round band aids on my scrotum. More noticeable however was that my ball sack was flat. It was as if I had no balls. I made my right hand go to my ball sack to feel if what I saw was true. My head reeled as my hand felt my balls. My sack was flat, empty, or almost empty. My balls were not actually gone, but they were sucked dry, empty, null and void.

This was all just way too beyond my comprehension. I had always enjoyed having someone suck my balls. Having someone put my sack and balls into their mouth and rolling them around, all the while sucking my balls, was of tremendous enjoyment. If I had ever asked anyone to suck my balls dry, I had never meant it literally.

Yet, here I was. My balls had actually been sucked empty, sucked dry, by a medical suction needle. Although not castrated, it was almost the same. Probably my cords, the outer skin of my balls were still intact. There had been no castration surgery, yet, my balls were empty and dead.

It didn't take but a few weeks before I had no sexual urges and I could no longer get an erection. I had been effectively neutered.

Fortunately, through friends, I found a doctor who prescribed testosterone treatment. I can again get aroused and get an erection. Eventually I guess I will need to get my empty balls removed, and perhaps replaced with some artificial balls. Until such a time, my scrotum is virtually empty and my sack is flat.

So, the moral of the story is before you go out drinking with friends, and before you ask for what you think you want, be careful of what you say. You might just get what you wished for.

It has been a most unusual year.