My high school bus ride nightmare..
By: Anonymous
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[factual account]
I am a 35 year old physician from Maplewood New Jersey who wanted to let you know just how sad it is that you find it erotic that another male has suffered the irreversible damage of castration. On September 28th 1989 I was on a school bus headed home at about 3:30 PM and while sitting in the back seat fumbling with a piece of tin foil, I randomly flicked a small piece which was balled up towards the front seats and struck a very pretty girl named Jennifer on the side of her hair, which caused her to get outraged and curse me to no end. She was about 5'10 and gorgeous, who looked like a young Ali Mcgraw from Love Story, but she was built a little thicker and stronger than my liking. In fact, if she wasn't so big,(5'10 and 150), she would make a gorgeous girlfriend for any reasonable guy. I will never forget that bus ride glare that she gave me and the thing she said next. "you know I wear clogs, don't you?" She smiled as she let the blue velvet and wooden heel clog rock back and forthas it unsteadily teetered on the end of her foot. "We all are wearing wooden clogs she said, and your dead when you get off the bus." Her friend Sue, a 6ft tall boyish tomboy type grinned and whispered to her that said that she would get me with her knee as I tried to walk past. I rememberd getting frightened as the bus approached the last stop of the day, and i remember thinking and planning how I was going to cover my privates as I walked past them. I remember the bus creeping up on the last stop and the sound of the door being opened with a squeel. Well, I got up and quickly weaved through the two of them and got by with only the ramming of sues knee in my right thigh. Luckily for me I covered up and got the knuckles of Jennifers right fist on the back of my hands that were cupping my balls. Once off the bus, I was taunted with "faggot" and they screamed and laughed, "faggot is scared of a few girls". The next thing I remember was a nauseating thud and a splitting headache and a splash as my head hit the ground, I had been hit from the side by a football player friend of theirs who was waiting for a ride on the neighboring corner.This is an entirely true story, and I have newspaper articles and a million dollar lawsuit to this day still being paid for the damages that occured over the next few minutes. It was frightening and paiful to be carried off the street by two girls and two football player, each one took one of my extremities and as they caried me face up with an ocasional drag onto the snowwy ground below, I remember the stinging cold of the ice. Jennifer said to me with a smile, "poor baby, hope you know I'm going to show your dick toall my friends", and as a small group of three additional pretty girls assembled to help with the carrying, I remember getting a yarn hat pulled over my head. "I'm gonna pull it," said one high pitched voice, and simultaneously and the other girls giggled. The yarn hat was removed and as I later discoverd in reports, I was taken to a secluded spot in the woods of South Orange reservation, to a remote spot, and dropped onto my back. I remember feeling dizzy,short of breath and pannicked, and all of a sudden I was knocked in the face by something like a drop kick and when I hit the ground on my back, Sue was sitting on my chest facing my head, straddling me, and she covered my mouth as another girl(unidentified)held my hands palms up above my head in a 'v' formation. Jennifer put her lips an inch from my face and I could see her hot breath steam up as she told me that this was pay day. "pull his pants down" she barked, as she unbuckled my belt and unsapped my Jeans. I remember her laughing and stopping for a moment when I started crying. "poor baby, it will only hurt for a little bit" she said in a babyish voice. To this day I can remember the unparalleled embarrasment and humility as she opened my zipper and gave a good tug with so much force that it pulled the jeans and underwear to my mid thigh, exposing my 2" soft penis to the cold winter air. "ahhhHa ha ha ha!! Ah!! Ha ha ha.."she and the rest of the girls started poking fun at my small member when I remember sue who was straddling my chest holding my shoulders press harder down. I remember Jennifer straddling my chest in the opposite direction facing my feet, so both girls had been back to back. Though I couldn't see, I remember Jennifer's silky cold left hand grasping my shaft and squeezing as her fisted right hand came smashing intomy groin hiitting me dead on in the testicles. I remember the unmatched nausea, the wave of heat, unparalleled pain, and the vomiting and she hammer wailed my testicles with the bottom of her tight fist like a karate expert smashes bricks. OOOOOOWWWWWW!!!! I remember a velcro like ripping sensation and a sharp burn as I felt her pul up with her grasping left fist which pull my penis musculature from it subcutaneous attachements. She and an unidentified girl then didi something with a swiss arm knife that felt like a deep stinging but later turned out to be my worst fear. While Sue held the knife, Jennifer pulled up hard to enable sue to cut right where the penis attaches to my abdomen, which never allowed for a reattachment. According to Sue and under oath, Jennifer took my severed member and siad she was going to throughit wher e I could never find it. And so she did.Today, I am married to a lovely wife ten years my senior, and have two adopted boys, Craig and Marcus. I recently received a lump sum payment of $675,000 and punitive $100,000 for this heinous crime. both girls are free to live as they wish, and I personally sickens me to think of how you eroticize people sufferings. I have had no surgery because there is nothing but a smooth semi stump where my manhood once was. In fact, I can stil remember the pain as I saw Jennifer laugh and smile so pretty in court that day. She wet her lips and gestured with her finger tip in her mouth like she was performing oral favors, and she said that I was looking more like a little girl than ever. I hope she dies in hell. Dr. S. Martin M.D. Woodbury, New Jersey
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