My Experiment

The kid, who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen left the group of older teens that he was with and approached me for a handout.

"No. I quit about thirty years ago."

"How about a couple of bucks so I can buy some then?"

"No. You're too young."

"Fucking old tight-ass gimp!" The kid taunted me.

Forty nine is old to a teenager, and my Viet Nam tour left me with a limp, but I am not a tight-ass and I was offended by his attitude. If I had made that remark to an adult when I was his age I would have had the crap beat out of me. I could still whip the beardless little jerk, but not his brawny buddies, so I pulled out my cell phone and keyed in a number.

This isn't your ordinary phone. My hobby is electronics, and I have long been fascinated with brain wave propagation. All brain function is controlled by tiny electrical charges, which release even smaller radio-like waves. These waves can be intercepted and transmitted by some people, such as cult leaders, psycics, and hypnotists. I have developed an amplifier that lets me get inside of people's heads to read their minds and influence their actions. All I have to do is aim the device, activate it, and talk into the phone and they will obey ne as if I was the most powerful deity in the universe, and their memory of the event is erased when the connection is terminated. The problem is that it doesn't work. Brain waves are very narrowly focused and are unique to the individual. Actuating the device and issuing a command will usually just generate a feeling of unease in the person, like the feeling that someone is watching them, and although it sometimed produces an action, it is diffucult to tell if the action was caused by the device or if it was something that the person was going to do anyway. The listening mode works a little better, but it gives me a severe headache and makes me feel cheap, like a peeping Tom, so I rarely eavesdrop on people.

"Turn and walk away. Go back to your pals." I spoke with a low voice into the phone. His expression immediately changed from a defiant leer to that of mild confusion as he abruptly turned away. This was fantastic! The last modifications that I had made must have worked, so I decided to test it further, and issued another command.

"Pee your pants." I ordered, not knowing when he had last urinated.

"Jesus! Collins just pissed his pants!" One of his companions announced.

I was excited. I should have severed the connection, but I wanted to test the device some more, and the kid needed a little dose of humility, so I ordered him to drop his pants and stroke himself.

"What the fuck are you doing, you weird little pervert?" An older boy asked as the kid dropped his soggy shorts and started to masturbate, his white butt shining in the sun.

I broke the connection and walked away, while the kid, again in control of himself tried to pull his wet pants up over his erection. His face was a color that is usually only seen on boiled lobsters.

My career and work on the device kept me busy for the next few weeks, and I didn't see the kid again until late summer, when I encountered him and some other kids the same age near the municipal swimming pool. They were all shirtless, wearing only shorts and sneakers, and the kid named Collins was teasing Mrs. Ford's dog. Mrs. Ford was pleading with him to stop, but he kept kicking the tied-up animal and pelting it with stones. I don't like dogs; they dump on the carpet, bark at night, destroy the garden, and love their masters unconditionally only to leave them devastated when they die. I don't like dogs, nor will I tolerate their abuse.

"Stop that!" I admonished the boy, "Leave that dog alone!"

"Shut the fuck up, you old coot."

I don't like people who abuse pets, and I really don't like kids who use profanity. This kid was a double loser, and he needed to be taught some respect. He was messing with the one thing on earth that Mrs. Ford cherished. I looked at the adolescent boy and decided to mess with something that he cherished.

Young teens cherish their pubic and body hair. It is proof to them that they are approching manhood and they wear it as if it were a badge of honor. Later in life their focus shifts to their genitals and the ability to reproduce, but younsters like this one who are just developing crotch, armpit, and leg hair hold it in the highest esteem and use it to establish their rank among their peers.

"Go home, get a razor, and shave off all of your body hair from the neck down." I spoke into the phone after aiming and activating it.

I followed about a hundred yard behind the boy, as the device has a limited range, and waited for about an hour after he entered an apartment builing before shutting the phone off. School would be starting soon, and he would have fun explaining his condition to his classmates when he showered after PE.

A week elapsed before I saw the kid again. He was sitting with a young prepubescent lad, the son of a man I know. The kid was showing the boy a condom, still in it's package, and touching him in a most inappropriate manner. I turned the control on the phone to the lowest level, so that only the kid's most dominant thoughts would come through, and energized the listening feature. I was appalled at what the kid was thinking. He was planning on taking the boy to a secluded area and sodomizing him in several different ways, and then brutally emasculating the lad!

'Did I create this monster by my attemts to teach him some manners, or is he the product of some demon's seed.' I wondered as I turned the device off. Several years ago there had been a similar predator in our community. He had started by abusing animals, then children, and had finally graduated to rape and murder. His last vicim had been my wife of twelve years. The man was judged insane and never recieved the punishment that he deserved. I knew that this kid would turn out the same way. I was the only person in a position to stop him, and I knew it was my duty to do so. Killing him was out of the question, for me anyway, but I could do something else to neutralize the threat.

"Send the young boy home," I spoke into the phone, "then go to the park by the hospital and hide in the bushes." The park is adjacent to where I work and within range of the device, so I went up to my office and continued to give him instructions.

"Strip naked and remove one of your shoelaces. Tie one end of the shoelace around your balls and tie the other end to a tree limb, and then back away from the tree to pull your balls away from your body. Unroll the condom, stretch it out, and wind it three times around your scrotum, and then tie it tight with two knots. You may then release the shoelace and get dressed. Sit down on the ground and wait."

I knew that even though he would soon be in agony he would be powerless to remove the constrictor without my permission. I plugged the phone into the charger and settled in to some of my paperwork. Four hours later I picked up the phone and told him to walk to the hospital, and a half hour after that I broke the connection.

My pager went off soon afterwards, and I called the displayed number.

"Dr. Clark?" The admissions nurse asked, "We need you to come in. We have an emergency that needs your immediate attention."

"Have the parents been notified?" I asked as I donned my scrubs.

"The mother is on her way now. She has been told only that her son was playing with himself and had an accident."

I surveyed my handiwork after administering a sedative to the boy. His ruined testes, cold and black, bulged in his still tied-off scrotum beneath a slender penis. Only short stubble showed on his smooth skin instead of the normal teenage bush. I was talking to the ER resident when the boy's mother came in, and was not aware of her presence.

"Decomosition has already begun, and we will need to excise these and secure the wound or gangrene will set in and the patient will die." I explained to the younger physician.

"My son!" The mother cried. "What has happened to him?"

I knew that voice! Janet worked in the hospital where I was a resident surgeon fifteen years ago. We she was a very passionate lover, but was also very mean and vindictive. I went into practice, got married, and never heard from her again. Now I was about to finish the castration of her son.

"Will he be okay?" She asked, unaware of the extent of his injuries.

I turned to face her, and pulled the sheet from her son so that she could see for herself what had to be done.

"Yes, we can save his life, but not his testicles. They are too far gone."

She finally recognized me, composed herself. and said in a voice so soft that only I could hear it.

"Save your son's life, doctor. I intend to spend the rest of mine bringing the bastard that did this to justice."

I finished the procedure and placed my only son's gonads, and my cell phone into the container for incineration. I haven't done anymore research on brain wave propagation.