When I awoke I could tell that I was completely naked and my arms, legs, and head were tied down to a cold hard table. The cover over my head had been removed and I was gagged with a tightly wound cloth. Bright lights were on and shining down on me.

Although I was in a horizontal position, the table was slightly elevated at my waist and I could look around the room. There wasn't much to see. Wherever I was at I was completely surrounded by walls of sheets so that I could not see what else might be in the room. About that time 2 people came from behind the sheets. They were covered in operating room type clothing. Their heads were covered and their faces were covered by masks. Only their eyes were visible. The two garbed people approached me. One of them had an injection needle. I saw and felt a needle being inserted first into one side of my scrotum then into several other places in my scrotum. I should have been in a state of total panic at this point but I was not. Whatever was in the shot that was given to me back at the motel was making me calm and docile.

The two people left for about 5 minutes. When they returned I could see that one of them held a scalpel. Being propped up I could see everything that was happening. Although I felt nothing I could see the scalpel completely encircle my scrotum and the sack was completely removed. Both of my testicles were now completely exposed and out in the open, dangling between my legs with no scrotum to contain them. I watched in calm disbelief.

Both people could have been either male or female. There was no way of telling for sure because of the clothing they were wearing. The person who had removed my scrotum now took my left testicle in his (or her) left hand and took my right testicle in his right hand and pulled upward on both of them until they were stretched way up into the air as far as they would go. I could see everything as it happened, but could not cry out or struggle. I was strapped down to the table very tightly and drugged into submission. The entire scenario was surreal, unreal, like a bad dream. I did not believe what I was seeing or what was happening.

I saw the other person, an assistant, tie sutures around the testicle cords where they came out of my groin. Then as the surgeon continued to pull my balls high above me, the assistant, with two scalpels sliced through the cords of both balls at the same time. The doctor raised my balls and dangling cords up in the air. The tied off portion of the cords snapped back into my groin. My scrotum was gone and both testicles had been removed. I stared at my bloody ballless groin in groggy stunned disbelief.

The assistant began to sew what was left of my scrotum together and stop the bleeding. After the assistant finished suturing what was left of my scrotum closed my testicles were dangled by their cords above my face. . Nothing was said. I would remember the sight of my testicles in regular nightmares.

I was given another shot in the arm and everything went dark again. The next thing I remembered was being fully dressed and laying on the ground by the trunk of my car. As I started to regain my thoughts it ocurred to me that I must have passed out. Maybe I was allergic to one of the pizza toppings. I vagely recalled a wild strange dream like scenario of events during the time I was unconscious. As I managed to bring myself to my feet I felt a burning pain in my groin. My dream was no dream. Even fully clothed I could feel with my hand that in place of my scrotum and balls was a lot of padding in my groin area, probably gauze. I instantly threw up.

There was no cell phone service so I could not call for help. In my groggy and painful condition I was unable to drive and didn't know where to drive to. The lights in the cafe and motel lobby were out. I looked at my watch and saw that it was now 1:30 AM. Perhaps there was a phone in my room and I could call for help. I left the luggage in the trunk, closed the trunk lid, which was still open as I had left it before being kidnapped, and painfully made my way to the motel room. I flipped up the wall switch and the room lit up. As I feared, no phone. There was a small refrigerator but no TV or radio.

Not wanting to see what had been done to me, but needing to see what had been done I delicately took off my pants and underwear. As I suspected my crotch was covered with gauze which was taped to my legs. With fear rising up in my throat I grimmaced as I removed the bandages. To my wide eyed horror I saw what I knew was true. My balls and sack were gone. Numerous stitches held together the remaining portion of my scrotum . I could not believe what I was seeing. This was not real. I am in a dream. But the pain and the clarity of the situation told me this was no dream. I had been castrated. I stood there for many moments in shock, not knowing what to do. I was not bleeding so there was probably no need for paramedics, not that there were any in this area. I went to the bathroom sink and stared at myself in the mirror. My penis hung down with no cushioning to comfort it. I was left with a useless dangling participle. My thoughts raced forward. I would never have children, I would never be able to have sex again, my life was spinning out of control.

Who would do this to me? Nobody knew I was here except for the cafe and motel owner. Were they involved in this? But how? An old lady and a man confined to a wheel chair? Or perhaps the feeling that I had earlier about being watched was true. So many questions spinning through my head and no answers. I was a visitor in a place where I knew no one. Even if I could contact local authorities how could I endure explaining, and showing, what had happened to me.? Who would believe me. No witnesses, no evidence except for my missing balls. I felt trapped, boxed in, with no one to help, no where to go. My options seemed limited and I was tired. I discovered some ice in the freezer section of the refrigerator. I filled the ice bucket plastic bag with ice and applied it to my groin for a few minutes. I put the ice back into the freezer and laid down on the bed,covered myself up, and went to sleep. .

With the motel room drapes drawn daylight did not awaken me. When I did wake up I remembered my night as a dream, but reality soon reminded that I experienced no dream. Grimmacing against the pain I managed to get out of bed. There was nothing to do but try and leave and go somewhere to get medical help. No one here could help me. I could not bear to relate my strange story to anyone. And the possibility might exist that someone here was involved. I applied the ice pack to my groin for awhile and then reapplied the gauze and re-taped it to my groin. I started to feel dizzy at the thought that only gauze occupied the space where my balls and scrotum were located just yesterday. I put on my clothes and decided to make a hasty exit from this place and make my way home as quickly as possible. It would be three days and two nights before I could get home. I could purchase first aid supplies at the first pharmacy I encountered along the way. As I was putting on my clothes I realized I did not look for my wallet last night. It was still in my pants back pocket, untouched. Nothing had been taken. Still, the card numbers, expiration dates, my driver's license number might be compromised. I would need to notify all but one of the credit card companies as soon as I could. I would need at least one card for the trip home and I would notify that card's company when I got home. In spite of my ordeal at least my logical mind was partly functioning.

The light of the day slammed me in the eyes as I opened the motel room door. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was just after 10 AM. At least I got a decent amount of rest but I didn't feel that much better for it. Whatever shot I had been given had help me sleep. It also helped mute the pain last night. Now, just walking was very painful. I hoped I could endure the pain while seated and driving the Jeep. I had no choice but to endure.

As I was about to get into the car I noticed a slip of paper under the car's windshield wiper. I retrieved it. It announced that today the cafe would be serving "Rocky Mountain O Pizza". At that instant, like liquid nitrogen being injected into my veins, I remembered something. The smell of pizza in the room where my testicles had been removed. The pizza topping for tonight would be thin slices of my testicles. After I finished throwing up again I got into my Jeep and got the hell out of there as fast as I could.

Road Trip is concluded in Part 3.