John was fresh out of college and hadn't decided what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Like so many graduates of liberal education programs he know a little about everything and a lot about nothing. He wanted to get a job, but what? While reading the web ads he noticed an interesting notice, “English teachers needed in Canton province, China. Native fluency and BA required. We pay your ticket, housing and $1000 a month. Please contact Mr. Chang at. . .”

Why not? He had always wanted to see the world, he spoke English and would finally have a use for that degree. After a collect call, a few faxes, time to get his passport, John was on his way.

China was even a stranger country than he had imagined. Not only did everybody look alike, but they wanted to. It wasn't too hard for him- a company man met him at the airport, took him to dinner, and dropped him off at a small, but decent, apartment with a map and $300 to buy whatever he needed. John did just that and bought things that were not part of Chinese culture, but made him feel more at home. The first item was a shower curtain, then a pillow, alarm clock, and the like.

He was assigned a public girls' high school teaching the young ladies English. They were eager students and seemed attracted to this foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes. One eighteen-year old, Mai, developed a serious crush on John and found every excuse to be with him. The end of it all came when she requested private lessons.

Mai came to John's house and they declined nouns, unsplit participles, and read a few poems. While reading a love sonnet, Mai rested her hand on John's lap. Not having been with a woman for a few months, John got an instant erection that he tried to hide by crossing his legs. Mai started to tease John which made his hard-on totally rigid. She put his hand on her thigh and John couldn't take it anymore. He throw her to the floor, pulled up her skirt, ripped off her panties, and paid no attention to this innocent's pleas for him to stop. She had just been teasing. John's “little head” was in full control and he didn't stop until he had a tremendous ejaculation deep inside her. He was instantly sorry, but what was done could not be undone.

Mai ran home hysterically sobbing. Her parents quickly found out what had happened and decided that John must die. Only Grandfather disagreed, “Our child is not dead. We must sick justice, but how can we be fair? Let him live, but as a changed person.” And so the plans were made.

For the next few days things went normally. Mai was very quiet in class, and John tried to pretend that nothing had happened. He was ashamed that he had lost control of himself. After class, the plan Grandfather had suggested began. Mai asked John to walk her home so they could talk. John, seeking a chance for closure and a time to apologize for what he had done agreed. While on the way home, they passed an empty warehouse. Mai's uncle called out a friendly greeting, and Mai replied. She told John that they had stumbled on good luck to meet her favorite uncle. Suspecting nothing, John went with Mai into the warehouse.

As soon as he stepped in, he was surrounded by six large men with nasty-looking knives. “Take off your clothes,” they ordered. John hesitated, but when he saw them get close he quickly striped to his underwear. He thought they were bandits who stole everything a person had, then left him with no clothes so he couldn't get to the police very fast.

Great was his surprise when the men grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to the center of the warehouse. His wrists were tied together and then attached to a hook that lifted him to the point that he could hardly stand. Then each of his ankles was seized and tied. The rope to each one was secured to an opposite wall and pulled tightly so that John was suspended in the air with his legs spread wide. The biggest of the men took his knife and cut off John's underwear leaving him suspended, spread, totally helpless, and naked.

“Why are you doing this?” he cried. Out stepped Mai and he knew. He knew that they were going to beat him, maybe even whip him, but the thought that he would not leave as a man didn't cross his mind. “Nice dick you have. Maybe the village whore can show us what it looks like big.” a fortyish woman came to John and caressed his balls and dick. He got an instant hard on. She stepped back. One of the men came up and said, “I wonder if you are aroused enough to stay hard if you feel pain. We shall see.” And with that the man took a scalpel and very slowly removed Johns scrotum without even touching the balls resting inside. The pain was horrible, but nothing like what was to come.

One of the men took an old-fashioned wire carpet beater and brought it up against John's unprotected gonads. John saw stars, felt his stomach cramp, and vomited. “throwing up is bad, you must be punished,” and with these words the heavy wire was passed from man to man and each of them landed a heavy blow on the dangling testicles. They got tired of this and decided to do a scientific experiment. They wanted to find out which ball was the strongest, the left or right. Two ten-gallon water cans came out of nowhere and were quickly tied to each ball, just at the point where the cord enters it. The men started to drink beer. Every time a man would have to pee, it was into one of the buckets. Some of the more sadistic emptied their bottles directly into the buckets. John was by now in too much agony to notice, but the men were amazed that weights had stretched John's balls to nearly his knees. To make him suffer all the more they began to swing the buckets. John moved his hips in an attempt to swing with the buckets and lessen the torment. This only made the men laugh.

To keep things interesting they began to lift the buckets a few inches and watch John's face as the pain eased, then dropped them and enjoyed the horrible howl of tormented pain he made. Another man thought of a new use for his cigarette lighter, broiled nuts. It was then that John fainted- deeply.

When he woke up, he was on the ground with no restraints at all. And then he noticed that his balls had a chain tightly wrapped each one and they were secured to a pole in the middle of the room. He had a small, very dull knife, and nothing else. He couldn't understand anything at all. Across the room were water bottles, food of varying sorts, and a telephone. John stretched as far as he could to reach these things but couldn't. The chains on his balls wouldn't let him get that far. It then became very clear to him that he had a choice- die of thirst and hunger or use the knife to castrate himself, eat and drink, and call for help. To even his great surprise, he stayed that way for four days- hungry and thirsty, but food and water were just out of reach. Finally, crazy with thirst he began to use the dull knife to hack through his testicle cords and get free.

Mai was watching this and wanted her turn for revenge. “John dear, you don't have to do that. Let me help you.” She seemed a rescuing angle come to his aid. “Lie on your stomach and will take the locks off the back of your balls. It will be fast. An it was. Mai grabbed a concealed brick and with all her might smashed his bared balls. Even though he passed out, she kept hitting them with the brick to the point thst they were nothing more than bloody pulp. When he woke up, the mush would easily go out of the chains and he could get away. Or he might die. She rather hoped that he would finish his life as a not-man, but if he were to die on that floor, too bad.

The whole family praised Grandfather for his solution to his granddaughter's rape.