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It happened seldom he helped her and always because of he needed to talk her about a trouble. They were a normal pair, 36 y.o. him and 32 y.o. her, married since 12 years; more then well, their marriage goes on, sonsless, it was short of drive: the wealthy boredom of the midclass.

"Is everything all right ?" she asked. "Yes, all right." he answered according to her expectations. Waiting. "I'm a few hungry" he said. Waiting. She could saw in his face the thought to take shape. It was not the hungry to ruffle him, it was what -happened just an half our before, to account himself for his twilight zone. "You can't belive what happened to me." he went on. Finally. "What?" she said.

"Do you know I like to go at the swimming pool on sunday morning, 'cause there's a few people here this day." so her :"Like today." He:"Yes, but today happened something that deranged me!" Her, joking:"What was, an alligator from the sewers or a naked odalisk into your dressing cab?" "None of them" he continued serious "but in a certain way I felt violated, that is more absurd, if you let me exlplain." She knew that was hard for him, as for majority of males, to make out and she was feeling this lack of intimacy was menacing their intercourse and their sexual life, at large since few months; thus she encouraged him:"Please, go on!"

He:"This morning the place was empty more then usually. There were only me and another guy, swimming in a far lane. When I ended my training, I went as usually to take a shower..."

She:"If you're talking me about a gay who molested you, it's not pleasant, but not so much rare to derange; it could happen at a handsome man as you are." Saying so, she smiled, embraced and kissed him. He doesn't return, was not in a good mood, why can't she understand? This worried her; he was a cool guy, but not humorless, this meant it was more seriously then she belived.

He continued:"The other guy was in, taking his shower too, so I went to a far nozzle, respecting his privacy, but so as could happen, I had a look at his athletic body and you'll not belive it: he was dickless!"

"Dickless!?" she stopped every activity:"Are you sure? Maybe the cold water and the effort reduced his little cock to be hidden between his hair."

He insisted:"No, I'm sure, his hair was flattened by the water flux and I could see clear his stump no longer then one inch!" She:"How old was him?" He:"More or less 25th." She:"It is strange today a young guy doesn't hidden this shortage waiting for a prothesis, wasn't him embarassed?"

He:"Absolutely not! If he was, he could turn me his back, but he continued to wash himself as I was not there." She, bewildered and amazed:"What a strong personality, it's not easy, maybe he winned a cancer that way and considers this the lesser ill. A sort of spoil of victory." He:"Or maybe he loosed it closing the zip-fastener of his pants, as always warned me my grandmother!" She laughed, finally he was cleaner.

He:"The embarassed was me." She:"I hope you have not stared at his pubes!"

He:"Not this kind; this would be as the south european question if it is correct to watch the topless women on the beach. You would do it 'cause it is pleasant, at the same time you wouldn't her and anybody noticed you to do it, pork!" he blushed telling this, thus she understood something escaped her. The question was not the topless or the voyeurism, he was not sexophobist and seldom lost his control.

He:"Simply, I had to turn him my back 'cause I had an enraged erection, like now, just talking about it!"

Telling this he seized her hand bringing it upon his cock, she found it as hard as never felt it from so much long time, in earlest years of their bridal life. With a cunning smile she said:"I didn't know you had this fantasy!" "What a fantasy?!" he asked, "I'm just troubled about this anomaly,and you tease me with fantasies."

She:"Do you think it's a corydonism?" He:"Of course. I'm not homosexual, I'd not fucking him, what I felt was mercy for his condition, imagining how should be frustrating for me living that way, but my body reacted that way. Maybe it is the normal reaction of the packhead, but you allow that it would be deranger. I don't know the female reactions about male castration, but I can assure you that I never had this reaction talking about it. Usually a funny mercy is the common feeling."

She, moving and talking as a lovecat:"Be genuin, you find very exciting the fancy of being emasculated by me, you can tell me, you'd be not the first. Within my friends, we talk about our partners, sometimes and this is not a rare one." He:"Really, or are you turning it into a joke?" She:"I'm trying to solve yourself dispute, why can't you hear me. Yes, it is true, there are some males who have this fantasy. If you want to know what's my feeling, I think that women find the male castration necessary for sexual molesters: model Robocop, when he puts the gunshot into genitals of the young raper; and find it enjoing and exciting. If the male reaction is what you said, I can say you I had my cunt wet, the first time I saw it. Of course we feel pity for the unvoluntaries, who undergo an emasculation for health or torture, but we can find it involving if our partner would play this game; fantasies don't hurt. Sometimes could even happen that the fantasy becomes truth, if we decide to stop to enjoy penetrations and our partner accepts to live more quitely. Perfection would be to have a male with severing and attachable manhood. Or do you think that only a macho is a true man?" The tone of the conversation was growing, her nervousness to.

He:"Don't be foolish. I've not time to read all those books about human behaviour, as you do, but you know I'm not a machist. Anyway you're not helping me. I understood a world where males take their manhood as the most precious thing they have, perhaps more then life, and women enjoing it. I couldn't ..."

He was in confusion, didn't found the thread and screaming:

"Oh! You are swerving me. I would only to know why I had an erection, since it was not the first!"

This admition, wondering himself, get the quit back. She thought why was too hard to obtein sincerity after 12 years, but anyway, if to find a fancy would be the solution to revive the situation, she was well-desposed towards it. A lot of their friends appealed to it. Truly she never suspected it, early he had a lot of fantsy in his sex style but it was about positions or places where to do it, no fetish; how couldn't she realize this change and why don't involve her, maybe he masturbates?

He felt himself into a trap, he can but to say the truth?:"It isn't what you're suspecting for, it happened a lot of years ago; I was a teen boy, I was spending my summer's hollidays in Italy, at home of some friends of my father, we were watching a movie; I don't remember the title now:- Flavia, the eretic, or The muslim nun - I think; it seems a normal movie about medieval adventure's tale, I couldn't understand the dialogue, of course, but there were a boy who helped me for translations. Anyway it was the story of a coast village, always under menace of a saracen invasion, where a nun was violated by the chief of the army defending the village. She spent all the movie uncertain if forgive him, like every good christian has to do, or take her revenge. The muslims, who conquered the land helped her to decide: The chief of the invaders sodomizes and contemporary castrates the violator. But this was not the exciting scene, it was too cruel; maybe not for women, in accordance with your words; in the movie there's also a long and explicit enough scene of a horse gelding: this was the one. I felt as today, I was ashamed of myself. Looking with the tale of an eye if somebody was watching me, I saw that nobody moved or breathed a word in fear of attracting someone else's glance. We were four teens into that warm italian summer at a beach place, we were wearing just our swimming pants so our fierce erection wasn't hideble, especially with the hands!"

She was very amused of his embarrassment, an intimacy atmosphere was starting:"That's all? For a horse gelding? And if you assisted to a human castration?"

"Are you perverted? Doesn't exist such a movie." he protested.

"Maybe it is fictional, not true as a large part of that National Geographic's style movie is, but it exists, I watched it with Cathrin, do you know?" "I can't belive it!" he protested again.

"I'm telling you! She had that VHS version of this italian false documentary: -The great hunting- It was. Here inside, between a lot of savage costums and wild beast's lunch, there's a poor Amazonian indio caught by galimperos; some mexican farmers enlisted by brasilian big landowners to widen their still largest farms; who undergos a complete castration, then is umiliated, filmed with himself cock in his mouth. I was really desgusted by that, all my rationality being screamed his revolt, anyway I couln't stop to watch and I was surprising I didn't fuse the armchair with my pussy." She leaned her hand upon his cock again, founding it as hard as before, but he doesn't recoiled. She was satisfied, a certain contact was reached.

He:"But the question exists; why is that treatment rationally an horror, but so much sexually exciting?

We have win the shame, not worked out it. We have explored the male and female sight, is absent the third vision."

She:"What are you thinking?" He:"I'm thinking to know the guy under the shower and ask his advice."

She:"Are you crazy? We hardly outed our own after twelve years, and you think he will talk about his privacy with two extraneuoses? And, above all, you don't know why he losed it, as we know there're many different cases!"

He:"Let me have a chance. I will not say:-Hey you, eunuch! Come here, what do you think about castration!- I will try to become his friend; as with every impotent guy I should be without to know it; then invite him here for a dinner. We don't know why, it is true, but he is surely eunuch, then his opinion will be a third opinion, more I don't tinhk he considers his loss a diminution. I had not this impression this morning."

She, initially ashamed by the idea to use a disabled for their curiosity, considerd now the question under the light of a dilettant ethologist, as she was:"Do you think you can trace him again?" He:"I saw him other times, when I went at the swimming pool at night, I will look for him there." She:"And you never noticed him before?" He:"It was the first time I saw him naked, usually is forbidden to take the shower without pants; we did it this mornig 'cause the pool was empty!"

Finally, after fourteen weeks, was the evening. The guy would be at their house for dinner. Her husband said that was easy to approach and invite him; there was not suspicion. Since the first contact she felt good with him, it was hard to belive he was as her husband said. Nobody could say it watching him dressed, it doesn't appear not even a gay; he was gallant, composed and easy at the same time. The time passed cool and she became convinced more and more of her first ipothesis: he was emasculted because of an accident or a grave sickness, and accepted it as the lesser ill, with serenity. It was inappropriated to force him to talk about it. It will happen later, when he would be more confident, since she was sure he wiill be here again, she felt this empathy. At the end of their dinner she doubted his husband had the same opinion: suggesting to their host to taste his cognac and brandy collection. She hoped he doesn't spoil that rare opportunity and a friendship with a pleasant guy, anyway.

They were in the sitting room, everyone with his glass of cognac in his hand, the steeo was playing Tim Buckley's "I must have been blind" in the version sung by Richenel; the host sitting in the leather armchair, her husband on the table in the brilliant pose of a connoisseur and she was walking and giving outlet her anxiety touching up the nick-nacks. Her husband was talking about sex, the guy doesn't seem embarrassed, he was conversatig about it with knowledge, surely expecienced; he was not eunuch since his childhood. In a quiet moment she called her husband into the kitchen with the pretence to help her to give the dessert; she felt they were uncorrect more and more. She was standing near the threshold, him still near the table, both thinking what they'd say reciprocally in the kithcen, when with a surly smile he asked:"Well, then, why don't you pose me the question?" Four scared eyes asking "What a question?", stared at him, but he let not the time to utter the words."How does it feel dickless? Fine thank you!" and laughing, enjoied the spectacle of husband's tongue turned into a stone and the wife to spray the draught from her mouth, starting to cough as an asthmatic. The husband went to help her, don't knowing what to say; she between a cough and another, tried to excuse their intrusiveness.

The guy, always amused, said:"Don't try to clear yourself, if I'm here is because you want to know what, when, where and why. Don't you understand? This is a game called seduction" He was talking with the husband, now:"I could approach to you in a more traditional way, but I saw you at the pool, always inhibited by a thought, you never relax, balancing if what you're doing is right or wrong. You needed a jolt: erection is a normal reaction, but not for you, I was sure. Talking about castration in abstract terms, it may be funny or repugnant, but when you obtain proof, it involves your own life's policy: it's what happened to you! There's a movie about castrato singers..." "-Farinelli-" said him, trying to look like unembarrassed.

"Not it, it was too heavy and the protagonist too masculine, all the chronicles say that he was slim, but I imagin who is gelded in his childhood looks as the musicians in the homonymous canvas by Caravaggio. No, one less tragical about that ambiance and times -Le voci bianche-the italian for -White voices-..." She, recovered:"Another italian movie, it's the third we are talking about."

The host:"In my all times favourite one, Mr.Spika emasculates a young scullery-boy because he will not to say where his wife and her lover are hidden, it's not italian, it's Peter Greenaway's -The cook, the thief, his wife and her lover- and are still a lot of not italian: the whole production by Jodorowsky, Verhoeven's -Fifth man-, Almodovar's -Matador-, -Mississipi Burning-, the oldest I know is a '30 french one, also if I never saw it, it's -Le sang d'un poète- by Jean Cocteau; anyhow you're not wrong, I studied a lot about emasculation before to decide, so I can explain it for historical causes; ancient Romans was open minded about the cultures of the invaded territories, but also blody and raw enough to permit the taking root of the ancienter Phrygian cults, that Grecians abhored, wich most famous is Attis/Cybele cult; this ancient tradition of Arcigalli, the eunuchs priets, was in Rome before Christianity..." She, turning to his husband:"There's an explicative description of the roman ritual for the 'Blood day' in that book by Frazer that Christin lended me." Husband:"The ethologist." She:"Yes, -The golden bough- was called." The host continued:"...and don't forget those several centuries of Byzantin domination, also them and Dalmatians had a good tradition..." The husband, who belived to know Italy enough:"Byzantines in Rome?" Him:"No, the capital was moved in another town: Ravenna. However, we were talking about -White voices-; the singers have to go to a country dome to exhibit for some nobles. During the journey, they meet a preacher who blessed them 'cause they're like angels, cannot sin; some farmers, who drive them away as devils, 'cause they're innaturals; and the nobles who treat them as silly puppets. This is what a eunuch can do, reveal yourself who you are. But essentially I'm here for another reason; I noticed you several times down at the center of the city, you and your sheming wife, and I want to become her lover: may I have your permission since you are sure that I'm harmless?"

If the previous times he was deranged, now his brain went really west! The question was so clear as absurd:asking for an explanation was ridicolous, permit it foolish, laughing uncivil and to make a scene unappropriate. He was looking for an help from his wife, hoping she found the proposition ridicolous too, but watchig her face was him to feel himself impotent; he understood that he cannot keep them, 'cause it was already happening. In fact listening the petition, she became doubly moisten; once 'cause she liked him since their first sight, twice 'cause she imagined the duty and passion of him, caressing and licking her body; she had to sit down on the nearest chair, and his husband saw her there with the face of a teeny about to a spontaneous orgasm. As matter stand he could only accept, speechless and in the dumps.

The host was conscious of the propitious moment; for opposed reasons both the fields were fruitful and he decided to plant there his tree. "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to part you. A voluntary eunuch is a man affected with 'angelism', he knows pains and torments, he's the wise who can share the other people's troubles: I can't wish your evil. If I'm allowed to do, I will master the lesson I began to give to you that sunday morning. And it occurred to me so many impudence, 'cause I'm not usually an exhibitionist; I'm not ashamed of the person I am, don't consider my state humiliating, I wanted it; but I conceal it for not give any trouble." No words in the air, him had a catatonic expression, her agreed every word; it should be perfect, he would have his lover with her husband's consent, who could fill in a gap. So he wanted to emphasize the principle:"I can't ask anybody attain my own extreme: I sentenced my penis to death for its presumed guilt, to reach my joy. But this is the moral, don't let anything unattempted on the way for your happiness, hurting nobody."