Let's Go on a Midnight Swim II

“Yes he did,” replied the bereaved widow Elaine, “too bad none of the things he said about his character were true.”

“Oh but you will miss him so” said Elaine’s mother in law. “I surely miss my Henry.”

“Tell me mother Groff what do you miss about that old boar pig: the beatings, the name calling, the trips to the emergency room, the police coming to take him out and walk it off, or perhaps it is the sex you miss. You know, he comes home all lovey dovey, and wants to stick his beer soaked prick in your mouth, and when he can’t get it hard because of too much whiskey or beer, you’re a sexless whore, and he has his excuse to kick the shit out of you. So tell me which is the part you miss?”

“That is a bit harsh don’t you think, we should not speak ill of the dead.” Replied the older woman.

“Oh give me a break, I hope the devil is barbecuing those two on side by side spits over a nice slow fire.” Said Elaine with a somewhat maniacal look in her eyes, the look that says, don’t fuck with me.

“Well.”

“Here mother Groff, have one of these, they will make you feel better, it’s a mild tranquilizer, then you can go lay down for a while.” Said Elaine handing the older woman a salmon colored tablet. “My suggestion would be when you get back home, you get a six pack of beer and go to the cemetery drink the beer and then piss on the old man’s grave, you will feel much better, and maybe you will be able to stop kidding yourself, and admit you are really happy that man is dead.”

The older woman took the pill, swallowed it and went into the living room to lie down, after 36 years of marriage to her husband; she did pretty much what ever she was told to do.

“Where are your parents Elaine?” Asked Sue.

“If I know those two they are back at the motel screwing. Staying in a motel gives them an excuse to stay in bed all day and hammer one another. When I would come home unexpectedly on weekends, I’ll bet I’ve caught them fucking at one time or another on every flat surface in the house.”

“Gee, that’s strange.” Said a puzzled Sue.

“No its not strange, its normal, we’re the ones that are strange, rationalizing that things will be better in the future that the assholes we have as husbands will stop hitting us, that somehow we deserve to be beaten because a bed isn’t made right, or this or that, whatever excuse they want to use because they have miserable lives and it cannot be their fault, so it must be ours. My parents love one another, they respect each other, and they talk to one another. Yes, they argue, but it is in the classical sense, that is discuss a differing point of view. They don’t abuse one another, or make fun of each other. If someone laid a hand on my mother, my dad would kill them, he is that old fashioned, he thinks woman are to be protected and cherished, not used as punching bags.”

“I just don’t believe such marriages exist.” Replied Sue.

“Well they do. My only regret about Edward Dale is that I didn’t tell my father about it the first time that I was hit. Ashamed that’s why, I was ashamed. Dad would have straightened Edward Dale out, but I was too ashamed to admit that I had married that pig.”

“I can’t believe you killed him that way.”

“Oh Sue, I don’t like to think of it as killed, you make it sound like I murdered Edward Dale. I prefer to think of it as assisting his suicide, that sounds so modern and kind of ‘Yuppyish”.

“You castrated little Eddy Jr. too.”

“Yes, that was a mercy castration, somewhere out there is a woman that has been saved from a life of abuse, because I cut my son’s nuts off. By the way they are in the freezer compartment along with Edward Dale’s set. Now all I need is your husband’s Charles Francis, and those of your two boys, they whole family will be done.”

“Gee Elaine, I don’t know that does seem drastic.”

“No Sue, necessary. I don’t know what it will do, maybe you will just wind up with an abusive husband with no nuts, but at the very least their seed will have been stopped. I have drawn the conclusion that if you have the innate propensity to abuse woman, and you are exposed to it with a abusive father you are a done deal.”

“Stillllll.”

“No still, that’s what pushed me over the edge, Eddy Jr. He was a done deal, an alcoholic abusing father that can never be please, and a wife beater. When little Eddy Jr. hit me an called me names just like Edward Dale, I snapped.”

“Weelllll.”

“So, its started with your boys too, I can tell by the look in your eyes. Which one is starting on you?”

“Chucky.”

“That’s about right, he is twelve, so he has started getting hormonal surges. How many times has this happened?”

“Three times, it has been about food, or wanting new clothes, he acts just like his father. But he’s so small he doesn’t really hurt me, I can live with it.”

“Yeah, I know, your rationalizing Sue, how long do you figure it will be before little Terry starts using you for a punching bag, a year, two at the most. You’ll have three of them beating on you. It won’t be long before the two of them are big and strong enough to do damage, you’ll be in the emergency room every time the little bastards want a new pair of sneakers.”

“Still cutting off their balls seems like a drastic solution, maybe counseling.”

“Right, we will have Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny drive them to the twelve step programs for abusers.”

“Well that was what the judge ordered for Charles Francis, the last time we were in court.”

“Tell me now Sue, did your loving husband actually attend the meetings?”

“Weeeell, he went a couple of times, but he said they were all sissies, or feminists.”

“Listen Sue, this isn’t some sixties bra burning feminazi thing. This is about people who are unable or unwilling to be civilized. I know there is a better way, my parents have it. I choose the wrong man, and was too stupid to admit it. Now since my epiphany the solution is clear, wipe out the seed of this family. I would like to have you concurrence on this, but it isn’t required. This afternoon I am going to castrate your two boys, so they will never reproduce. When Charles Francis comes back from the bar, I will fix his ass too. By nine o’clock there will be five sets of nuts in my freezer, with or without your help. If you try to interfere I’ll tie you up. You can go to the police, the minister or what have you, they will still all be without their balls by this evening. Understand?”

“Yes.” Sue was a little scared by the vehemence of Elaine’s remarks, and the gleam in her eye.

“Good girl Sue, now you sit right there drink your coffee while I do the boys.” Said Elaine with a strange expression, somewhere between a smirk and firm resolve. “Oh Terry, come in here, Auntie Elaine has a surprise for you dear.” Shouted Elaine in a saccharine voice.

“What’s up Aunt Elaine” Said a nine year old voice, still out of breath from playing with his cousin and brother. He still had on his ‘Sunday Go to Meeting’ clothes, which were now considerable wrinkled and covered with grass stains.

“Well ol Terry and the Pirates, you and I are going to have some fun, we are going into the bedroom so you can change your clothes, then I am going to castrate you.” Smiled Elaine as she tousled his hair. “Isn’t that right Sue?”

“Yes.” Very meekly.

“Okay Terry first take this vitamin,” handing the boy another of sleeping pills from her vast pharmacopoeia, “and Sue here is a vitamin for Chucky, and Eddie Jr. when they come in you be sure and have them each take one won’t you?”

“Yes” again in a very small voice.

“Don’t forget Sue, make sure they take them, you wouldn’t want to get all tied up. Now, into to the bedroom Terry.” Elaine wrapped her arm over the little boys shoulder and led him into the spare bedroom. “Hang up your suit so it won’t get wrinkled and take off your shorts, I want to look at you.”

“What’s castrate Aunt Elaine?” Asked the little boy as he began to undress.

“Oh it’s just something we do to little boys so they will be good and stay out of trouble. Don’t worry it won’t hurt, and you will be so much happier, and so will everyone else.”

“Okay, do I have to take my shorts off, you know?”

“Yes, I want to see how much you have grown, and besides I have seen you and other little boys naked all the time. You are a cute little fellow, and now you are going to stay that way.” Elaine ran her hand up and down the little boys back, and pinched his rear end. “Now get on the bed on your back I want to look at you.”

Elaine examined his privates carefully; not having reached puberty as yet, his sack was drawn up tight. ‘No trophy’s here, but they will do.” She thought.

“Terry do you play with yourself yet, you know take your hand and rub this? She held up his little penis.

“Noooo, that’s bad.”

“Never, no feeling at all.” She continued to rub his tiny little member.

“Sometimes when I climb a rope or a tree, it feels like I gotta pee, but I don’t.”

“Well if it feels like that now, you just let go, that’s all part of the fun.” She continued to masturbate the little boy.

“It feels like that now, but nothing’s coming out.”

“Oh that’s good Terry. Now I am going to give you a little shot, it might sting a bit.”

“I don’t want a shot.”

“This is necessary, so you won’t feel anything, now be quiet you’ll be asleep in a moment.”

“But I’m not sleepy Aunt Elaine.”

“That’s what you think dear.” Elaine move a tray covered towel and removed a diabetic syringe filled with xylocaine. She injected Terry’s sack on each side three times. “There we will give that a minute, feeling sleepy yet.”

“Yes.” Said Terry with a big yawn.

“Good boy, you go right to sleep, and when you wake up it will all be over, you’ll be castrated.”

“I don’t know what that word means Aunt Elaine.”

“I’m going to cut your little ballsy’s off so you won’t turn into a mean wife beating cock-sucker like your father.”

“Oh.” And he was asleep.

Elaine went quickly to work, a quick cut down each side of the scrotum, pull the balls free and out as far as the cords would stretch. She had learned from her son, who had experienced a good deal of swelling and a minor infection. Before severing the cord an absorbable suture was applied to tie them off, then a quick cut, and they were off. Then the Goofy Glue to close the wounds, a little antibiotic lotion and then the whole area would be covered was covered with liquid bandage. Not very pretty, but like a double barreled shotgun, it would do the job. She covered the little boy with a blanket, then went back to the kitchen to get her next subject.

“Okay Sue, little Terry is all fixed nice and neat, he will be such a dear sweet little thing now. How are you two rocket scientists doing?” she asked as she addressed the other two boys, both of whom were a little walleyed from the sleeping pills. “You Eddy Jr. go to you room, your tired, get a nap.’

Eddy Jr. got up and slowly and unsteadily moved into his bedroom. The dosage of the medicine was about three times normal, and would put an individual his size put him to sleep for about 24 hours.

“Ready Chucky, you about to have your first sexual experience, and probably your last, come with me.” Said Elaine with a wide grin. She led the twelve year old towards the bedroom where his little brother was sleeping. Elaine had never liked Chucky; he was an unlikable child and had been since birth. A cranky contentious baby, had turned into a cranky contentious almost teenager.

“Chucky, take you suit off and hang it up, and your shorts too, I want to examine you.” Elaine had no intention of blowing the little boy, as she had her own son before cutting him, however she did want him flaccid for the procedure, feeling it would be easier to make the cuts. He was almost undressed, but was hesitating over his shorts. “Come on Chucky, get naked, like the little girls say, you show my yours and I will show you mine.” Elaine raised her skirt and pulled her panties down exposing her pussy, to the young boy. His eyes bugged out. She then spread the lips so he could get a better view.

“Wanna touch it Chucky?”

“YYYYYes.” Said a very dry-mouthed Chucky.

“Then take your shorts off and you can touch me. It’s a real woman’s pussy, it has a lot of experience, it knows what to do. I want to see if you have anything that can do it.”

Little Chucky took his shorts down and sure enough he had a little boner. Not impressive yet, but allowed to grow it would eventually be large enough to do a satisfactory job.

“Chucky go ahead, you can feel me, it’s going to be the last time you every want to feel a pussy, so have a ball, then I’ll have yours.” He tentatively at first put his hands on the hair and moved it around. Elaine put her hand on top of his so there was good contact with the inner surface. “I know what little boys like Chucky, go ahead smell you hand, you’ll like the smell.” He smelled his hand, and got harder at his first real smell of a woman. “You keep feeling me, and I will feel you now.” Elaine pulled him to her, reached down and began to manipulate his little erection. He shot against he belly almost immediately, but did not soften. “You’ve been playing with yourself, jerking off haven’t you Chucky.”

“Yes Aunt Elaine.”

“How many times a day?”

“Awwww>”

“How many times Chucky, you won’t go blind, hair won’t grow on your hand, everyone does it, and those that don’t are liars, now how many times a day?”

“Four or five.”

“Good boy, were going to fix that for you, you won’t have to do that anymore, I’m going to castrate you now. Life will be so much better for a little boy like you, if you don’t have any balls.”

“No, I know what that means, you can’t do that.”

“Wanna bet?” By this time Elaine’s belly and the rug were covered with about three ejaculations, and the sleeping pill had kicked in. Elaine directed Chucky to the bed and positioned him on his back. He wasn’t going to move much now. The procedure was essentially the same as for his brother, she injected him, cut him, and removed the gonads, tied him off and glued him back together. In his case just to be a little mean, she glued him really tight, he would never run full tilt again, due to lack of give in that area.

Humming to herself after covering Chucky, who was sleeping soundly beside his already castrated brother, she went into the kitchen. Opening the freezer she removed the ice cube tray that contained the gonads of her late husband and son, she place the four new testicles in the compartment. Turning to Sue she said “If you want ice cubes, use a different tray, these are special to me. I may have them put in acrylic as a paperweight. I’m a little tired and there is still one set left to add her.”

“Where did those friends of Edward Dale take Charles Francis?”

“Those weren’t friends those were drinking buddies, you know ‘good ol boys’ they’re all gonna buy him a drink, and he will come roaring in here higher than a hoot owl, then we will chop him. You’re going to help on him. It will be good therapy for you, you will get back some feeling of power.”

“I guess.”

They sat an chatted for a couple of hours, drank more coffee and finally about 8 P.M. Charles Francis finally made it back. Drunk as a skunk, his shoes covered in vomit. Throwing up had allowed him to drink more. He was now in the over .30 category, that is close to alcohol poisoning. He stumbled in an slumped in one the chairs and mumbled some sort of greeting. His suit was stained, wrinkled and torn.

Elaine got up went to the sink and drew a glass of water, she added a substance from a bottle by the sink and came back to the table. “Here Charles Francis drink this.”

“Whasat?” he mumbled.

“Just fucking drink it, you slob.” Elaine held his nose, which caused his mouth to pop open; she poured the liquid down his gullet. He drank, and shuddered a couple of times. He suddenly became alert. Looking around frantically and not being familiar with the house, headed back out the kitchen door. The sounds of violent vomiting could be heard coming from the back yard.

“What was that?” asked Sue.

“Ipecac, I wanted him cleaned out so he wouldn’t vomit on my bed when we cut his balls off. He won’t need anesthesia.” Smiled Elaine.

Pale as a ghost, but still drunk, Charles Francis came back into the kitchen, his stomach now free of all liquid’s. He started to sit down, Elaine jumped up and grabbed him by the arm and said: “Come on big boy into the bedroom with you.” She directed him into her room. She pushed him onto the bed with his legs hanging to the side, and removed his trousers and shorts. He didn’t move, but did start to snore. Working the body around, he was arranged so that his upper body was on the bed but his knees were on the floor in a kneeling position. Waiting straps were attached to his wrists and tied to the opposite side of the bed. Then his knees were tied together. A sober individual would have been able to disengage from this arrangement, but not one that had consumed 21 boilermakers. A piece of sash cord with a slip not was attached to the end of his penis, then a small coffee table moved in behind his ass. It wasn’t quite high enough, so Elaine went to the carport to see what she could find. There were a couple of bricks, those she do the trick. While she was there she picked up an auto body hammer, and a flat bladed roofing hatchet, those might come in handy.

Returning to the bedroom, she placed the bricks under Charles Francis cock and balls, then pulling the sash cord tight stretch his package over the bricks. This arrangement caused his ball to rise up into the air. ‘Oh, this will be so easy, nice and high; it will be a real sloppy job to act as a reminder. “Oh Sue, we are ready to start, come on in here.”

A very reluctant Sue came into the room, to view her husband trussed up and his sex all stretched out behind him, he was sleeping quite soundly, actually a drunken stupor.

“Now Sue you have to get into the spirit of the thing, this is no fun if he is passed out so we are going to get him nice and wide awake. I warn you he may scream a bit, but don’t worry, mother Groff and the boys won’t wake up from the screaming: not with the amount of sleeping pills I gave them. Besides his screaming will let you play a bit of catch up with him, you know a little pay back. Now here is how we are going to get him nice and alert before we cut his balls off.” Elaine produced her little field telephone generator with the two brass rods, she greased the rods with electrolytic grease so there would be good contact, then she inserted one in Charles Francis anus and the other she slipped into his dick. She had to kind of force both in, but a little pain was good. “All set Sue, now give the handle a little crank.”

“Okay.” Sue turned the handles one turn, Charles Francis jumped but didn’t awaken.

“Good girl Sue, now give it about twenty turns, we have good solid contact, that should get his attention.”

Sue started cranking away.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.” Was the first statement Charles Francis made as he began to try and dance the ‘funky chicken.”

“Good girl Sue, that is really getting his attention Remember the time he broke your nose, give him about twenty turns for that.”

Sue was getting into it. She began to grin, and started turning faster and faster.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooooooooooooo.” Was all Charles Francis could get out, it looked like his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head.

“I think we have his attention Sue, you can stop now.”

“Please Elaine, just twenty more turns.”

“Okay, but we don’t want to fry him.”

“OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” Was the final response.

Leaning over his body Elaine whispered in his ear: “Charles Francis, you have been a naughty boy, but I am going to fix that right now, Sue and I are going to castrate you, make a gelding out of you, I hope this really hurts.”

It really did hurt, his balls were swollen up, so when Elaine cut the sack they sort of popped out. ‘Do I really care if he swells or gets an infection? No of course I don’t.’

Holding both balls up as far as she could, still attached by the cords, she handed the razor paint scrapper to Sue and said: “Boy that screaming is annoying isn’t it, here you cut the cords.”

Sue complied. “I’ll be right back Sue, going to put these in the freezer.” When Elaine returned she noticed a spacey look on Sue’s face, Sue was making little tiny cuts all over Charles Francis penis, he was squirming and screaming still.

“Sue perhaps you would like to use this.” Elaine handed Sue the auto body hammer, this is a lightweight hammer with a point on one head and a rounded striking surface. “Just go ahead and soften him up a bit. Elaine had yet to glue the scrotum back together.

Sue took a couple of tentative swings, nothing really harmful, no even hard enough to kill a mosquito. “Come on Sue, here’s your chance work it out, all the beatings, the humiliations, the drunken spree’s get even, hit that fucking thing.”

Sue went nuts; fourteen years of abuse came out of a hammer. She beat Charles Francis cock until it looked like a rare cube steak. Finally, Elaine put an arm around Sue’s shoulder and hummed softly to her: “I don’t think it can be fixed Sue, the kindest thing could be to cut that useless pieces of meat off.” Gently Elaine removed the hammer from Sue, and gave her the roofing hatchet. “Chop it off really close to the body.”

A roofing hatched is not really all that sharp, but it does have a flat blade, it took several swings to completely remove the badly mangled penis. Charles Francis passed out.

“Sue maybe just one or two blows to the head and he can join Edward Dale, what do you say sound like a plan to you?”

“Unhuh.” Sue went to work on Charles Francis head, with a double handed swing it only took three blows and the back of his head was stove in.

All that was left was to tidy up. They loaded the now dead Charles Francis on the refrigerator cart and then onto the pickup. Elaine did not feed that another drowning would go unnoticed. So they took Charles Francis body to an overpass on the nearby interstate and backed the pickup to the railing. When a large Peterbilt going 75 mph headed for the Midwest came along the pushed him off in front of the truck. By shear accident the truck caught him in mid air, and sort of punted him into the oncoming side some sixty-five feet away, where a convoy of about 8 trucks turned his body into hamburger. Elaine had taken the precaution of having Sue bring Charles Francis truck along and leaving it parked by the overpass, and had inserted the mangled penis into his trousers before they gave him his send off.

The corner was amazed. In talking to the trooper that covered the accident in a follow up call he said: “You know the old joke about ‘old trucker never die, they just get their peter rebuilt.’ Well, we found this guys peter 100 feet down the road, the truck bumper must of cut it off. Never did find his balls though, they must be in orbit from the impact. Got enough blood for a alcohol test, he was so drunk it’s a wonder he could walk out to the middle of the bridge.” The corner ruled it an accident.

Sue got herself fixed up, her ear and nose straightened out by surgery. Terry and Eddy Jr. turned into the sweetest little boys, content to read rather than run around. Chucky was still a little shit, but a little shit with no balls. Mother Groff did as Elaine suggested once a week she would go to the cemetery with a quart of beer and piss on her late husbands grave, strangely it did make her feel better.

Poor Elaine got busted. A school physical discovered Eddy Jr. lack of testicles, not wanting to close the investigation before questions about her husband or nephews arose, she accepted a plea bargain and got two years in prison for practicing medicine without a license. While in prison she became the ‘bitch’ of a 250 lb black woman who had been convicted of murdering her husband. It was a very nice relationship, the woman loved her and was gentle with her, and she loved the big woman back. The commonality that they shared was of course they had both done in a spouse. They were both institutional homosexuals of course, and would go back to men upon their release. An MRI at the prison hospital revealed that Elaine had had several small strokes, so now she had an excuse for all of the cutting.