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Brothers of STOP

Part 1

Finally Jim was finished, his bags were packed and he was ready to 
go. He sat down on the couch and picked up his photo album and 
sadly began to leaf through it.  This trip was not to his liking at 
all; in fact it went against his principles. This was a trip to 
honor the death wish of his best friend, he could not avoid his 
duty.  There was a picture of his friend Tony when they were boys. 
They had been best friends since they were both twelve.  He turned 
the page and chuckles for a moment remembering the day when this 
photo was taken, that day in their freshman year at college when 
they were both acting silly.  They had grown up in Florida about 30 
miles from the Atlantic beaches and had been friend's sense the 
seventh grade. He turned the page and there was Tony in his 
baseball uniform.  Tony enjoyed the celebrity of being the star 
freshman pitcher. With his sandy blond hair, blue eye and great 
physic he was always surrounded by admirers. He had been careful to 
cultivate his co-ed admirers although they were not his actual 
preference.  

As Jim turned more pages he recalled the close bonds and 
friendships the two jocks had shared in the Florida Sunshine. Jim 
had excelled in wrestling and track and field while Tony did some 
wrestling but starred on the baseball team. They had developed into 
the best of friends and more. With the sexual experimentation of 
their early adolescent years they developed a true closeness and 
finally a love for each other. There were pictures of them taken at 
the fishing cabin on the lake. They had spent several summers there 
and had had the time and privacy for some of their early sexual 
experimentation.  They had always been careful that this special 
bond was not generally known.  Both had dated girls and did all the 
things that were expected of boys their age. During their 
developmental years they had been functional bisexuals.  They were 
good scholars as well as athletes.  By their senior year they had 
both earned scholarships based upon their athletic skills and 
scholastic abilities. They both accepted scholarships and attended 
the University of Florida.

 Turning once more, there were snapshots from one of their many 
trip to Juniper Springs and others of the spring breaks in Daytona 
Beach. Another page and more pictures, these were from their 
sophomore year. That was the year that they had joined a secret 
society of mostly gay students.  This group had an S&M orientation. 
That was not a new idea to them. They had spent time during several 
Bike Weeks in Daytona Beach and had become fascinated with the 
whole scene. They had discovered a small gay bicker club in the 
next county. It was easy driving distance from their hometown. 
They  had attended several parties and watched some dungeon scenes. 
Initially neither had been allowed to participate because of their 
age so they had experimented on their own at the fishing cabin. Jim 
discovered that he preferred being a top while Tony's temperament 
seemed more suited to the role of a bottom. By this time both of 
them had developed rather large endowments for high school jocks, 
it had been a slow change during their adolescent years.

While they were members of this college group, their organization 
adopted the identifying emblem of a green octagonal stop sign.  
This emblem stood for Sane TOP and its members were known as the 
Brotherhood of STOP. It was more than a political statement to them 
it was a code of conduct. The group had adopted this position as 
the result of several students that were mutilated by some down 
right insane treatment at the hands of some sadistic tops in the 
Gainesville community.  They felt that their credo applied to all 
and they were very opposed to any top, gay or straight, that 
repeatedly caused serious injury to others. To them it was all 
about pain, sex and fun.  Of course they all knew and accepted the 
fact that "on rare occasion accident happened when you're playing 
dangerous pain games." Their code insisted that tops do everything 
in their power to prevent their subjects from receiving any 
permanent injury.  They accepted that some individuals desired 
genital modification and even castration or nullification might be 
a person's real desire and goal. They were willing to accept and 
approve a person's right to be modified if he truly knew what the 
risks were and had not been coerced into the choice by others.  
They had even assisted several individuals who had desired these 
scenes and had helped them to find professional people qualified to 
do the surgical alterations. 

He turned the page to see the yellowing newspaper clipping and 
quickly went on. Three months before their graduation Jim's parents 
have been killed in an automobile accident on I-95 and that 
clipping was their obituary. His eyes filled with tears. That awful 
springs had been seven years ago, now it was just a painful blur in 
his memory. He had graduated and moved to Atlanta to find work 
while Tony had returned home to the family business. They had 
remained friends and Tony often came to Atlanta to visit Jim. Tony 
was a Braves fan and they always managed to attend several home 
games each summer. He was always more interested when his friend 
from back home was playing third base. Jim had been unable to bring 
himself to return home after he settled his parents' affairs; it 
just wasn't the same without them. He had kept their home up and 
Tony looked after it for him.

As he turned to the last page his eyes began to fill with tears 
again for there was Tony's last picture and his obituary. Tony 
would have been 31 on his next birthday, which was now only four 
days away. Tony had committed suicide after a  rogue top had 
mutilated him with permanent injuries that caused him to have to be 
surgically castrated. 


Part 2

It had taken Jim and his Brother members of STOP several months to 
get all the facts leading up to  Tony's death. They had found out 
that a new rogue top named Luther had mover to the county about 12 
months earlier.  Luther was of mixed German and Mexican ancestry.  
He stood about 6 ft. tall in his boots.  He had straight black hair 
and dark deep set blue eyes and looked like he could have been a 
Tom of Finland model.  He had a great physique and a small amount 
of strait black chest hair. He was well-endowed sporting rather 
large balls and about a nine inch cock.  That package was his pride 
and joy and he loved to show it off but he also had a secret 
psychotic hatred for anyone that was both younger and better hung 
than he was. 

Brother "Little Bob", who worked as a deputy sheriff in Marion 
county, was finally able to trace Luther back to other communities 
that he had lived in and found out about his prior activities. 
Luther had lived in Denver, San Francisco and New York among other 
places. He had left a trail of mutilated men in his tracks. Men 
that had been younger and better endowed had become his victims. 
With a little bit of alcohol and some drugs in him, he would take 
revenge on his victims. His favorite method of punishing them was 
to work them into private sessions and then take their  testicles 
which were trapped in a ball press or similar device and to 
literally  crush the organs with his strong fingers. He would work 
from one pole of the testis to the other crushing and rolling the 
tissue between his thumb and index finger. After four to five crush 
and rolls on each testicle the victim was essentially castrated.  
Most ended in the hospital or doctors office where they had 
bilateral orchiectomies because the tissue was too damaged to 
save.  After several years in a community he would have to move on 
because the community would become wise to his tactics and he would 
have to find a new hunting grounds.

Luther had a very likable personality and was a good top as long as 
the bottom he was working with was not overly well endowed. He 
mostly worked as a bartender in gay bars and could "charm the eyes 
out of a snake"as the old saying goes. "Little Bob" had found out 
that Luther was 34 years old.  He also discovered that the 
gregarious bartended liked to organize and MC events.  Everywhere 
he had been for any length of time he managed to either organize an 
event or to take over an existing event and promote it into a 
larger event. He used these events to show off his body and 
especially his ample box.  His usual  m.o. was to get to know his 
victim, win his trust and to work into private sessions. After 
several private sessions he would  unleash his hidden monster and 
mutilate his rival/victim.

Luther had taken over as bartender and then manager of the Blue 
Gator Bar which was a leather bar back home.  Ma' Crawford still 
owned the bar but due to her age she was not able to run it any 
longer. She was one of those lovable old Florida crackers who came 
from a family like Miss. Marjorie wrote about in her books on 
"Florida crackers" and life at Cross Creek.  In her younger days 
she could out cuss, out shoot and out drink just about anything 
that wore pants. She had always liked her men just a little on the 
rough side but not dumb and Luther was her type of man. 

"Little Bob" had discovered that Tony had lost his lover/top when 
his lover's company had transferred him to south Florida to manage 
a larger store for them. Tony could not leave the family business 
and so they broke up.  Luther met Tony some time later and they 
became casual friends and everything went fine until Luther got 
Tony to enter one of his contests and Luther discovered that Tony 
was better  endowed than he was. After that he made a serious 
effort to win Tony over.  Four months later he unleashed his furry 
on Tony. 

Scott was another one of the Brothers of STOP, who was working as a 
PA in the Memorial hospital in Bunnell. Tony had called Scott after 
his mutilation to see when he would be working in the hospital ER. 
Then Tony managed to drive himself to the hospital but he had to 
stop several times along the way when the pain and nausea over came 
him. Scott had later reported to "Little Bob" that with one look he 
knew his old friend was in serious trouble. Scott took a quick look 
and got one of the gay interns in the department to help him 
examine Tony. Tony's scrotum was the size of a large grapefruit and 
blue/black. An ultrasound examination showed that all of the blood 
supply to the body to the testicles had been torn and the tunica 
was filled with a large hematoma on each side. In other words there 
was nothing left to save. The intern was afraid that Tony would 
develop gangrene if he was not treated immediately so he called in 
a urologist. The urologist took one look and Tony was taken to 
surgery immediately. Though it had not been damaged initially the 
accumulation of blood in the tissues required that the scrotum be 
removed also.

Tony was lucky in that he did not get an infection with this 
procedure. However, later he was profoundly depressed by his 
castration. Even though he took replacement hormones he experienced 
a loss in his 11" cock and was no longer able to get a satisfactory 
erection. These problems along with mounting business problems in 
the family business pushed Tony over the edge. He drove out to the 
old fishing camp at the lake where he and Jim had played as boys 
and had done a lot of their adolescent experimenting and ate his 
revolver.  

When he did not show up the next morning the family called the 
local police and sheriff's offices to report him missing. Roy, 
another Brother, and a local policeman called "Little Bob" and the 
two of them checked out the cabin at the lake. Tony had left a note 
to his Brothers asking them to stop Luther from hurting anyone 
else. He also gave the Brothers some other details that were not 
known at the time. A second note was written to his parents. The 
first note was never turned in. 

Tony's note told the Brotherhood that he found out that Luther had 
mutilated the Drawdy twins several months earlier. We had all grown 
up with them and knew them to be mean, ornery, thieving white trash 
and that was giving them the benefit of the doubt. There had been 
no love loss between any of the area people and the Drawdy twins. 
As a result of numerous clashes with the locals, they had moved 
down by one of the  swamps and left other people alone now. All of 
the local members remembered them from gym classes and sports in 
high school, they were both hung like ponies.  With all of the bad 
feelings that had existed toward them, some of the local Brothers 
thought there was no big loss in their mutilation, it certainly 
could not have happened to more deserving guys, but most of the 
Brothers finally realized that what had been done to them wasn't 
right either and it did violate their code.


Part 3

It had taken the scattered Brothers of STOP six months to make all 
of their plans and preparations.  Since some of the Brothers were 
no longer in the South they provided money to assist while those  
that still lived in Florida, Georgia, Alabama and South Carolina  
did most of the planning and work. Roy and "Little Bob" would do 
all of the coordinating in the local area.  In the meantime Scott, 
John, Michael and Jim met in Atlanta and would begin to plan for 
Luther's punishment.  John was a DMV from East Point, Georgia and 
Michael was a Chiropractor  from Marietta, Georgia. Scott drove up 
from Florida for some of the planning and several of the work 
sessions. The group first had to decide how extensive the 
punishment would be.  They could just castrate Luther or they could 
nullify him, removing everything.  It was decided that castration 
would be a more meaningful punishment. Luther could then see the 
slow shrinkage of his once proud member and its inability to hold a 
decent erection. He might even experience the hot flashes if he did 
not use hormone replacement therapy (HRT).

It was rather quickly decided that castration was better than 
nullification.  John brought in several instruments and some 
literature on the different procedures. First the Burdizzo type 
clamp was considered but they decided that was too easy. Cutting 
was out also because that would require John's or Scott's 
presents.  John had several suggestions as to how we could be 
accomplish the objective.  They could use the elastration process, 
which would be accomplished by placing a strong elastic band 
tightly around the scrotum. This process would entrap the scrotum 
and its contents shutting off the blood supply which would cause 
the entrapped mass to turn black, shrivel and die and finally 
dessicate.  Actually after several hours of the band being on the 
testicles would be beyond saving. Sense Jim would be administering 
the punishment and he would be flying to Florida, the group decided 
against using any type of professional equipment that would have to 
be carried in the luggage.  After much discussion they decided to 
use a method somewhat like the EZE Bander process which used amber 
rubber medical tubing to strangulate the scrotal mass.

It was decided after more discussion to try three-sixteenths inch 
rubber medical tubing and a clamping devise to keep it tight. It 
took several weeks of searching before it was discovered that the 
clips in a "1/8 Inch Thimble/Clip" set used on wire cables seemed 
the best device found and was available at most hardware stores. 
After several experiments it was discovered that placing the tubing 
through the clip in an "X" shape created a loop, that would work, 
although it was also discovered that it would be necessary to 
modify the four projections on the base plate of the 1/8 inch cable 
clip.  Initially when the tubing was pulled it caught on these 
projections. A few minutes with a small hobby type grinder and 
these projections had been reduced and blunted. It was also decided 
that a 5/16-inch socket driver would make tightening the nuts on 
the clip quite easy. These simple objects placed in a pouch with 
other tools could be transported in the luggage without anyone 
being the wiser.

It took several attempts and trial sessions for the group to work 
out how the procedure was to be done.  First Jim tried it on 
himself that was when it was discovered that the clip had to be 
modified because the tubing was hanging up on the projections which 
tended to tear it rather than let it tighten.  Once the four little 
projecting ridges on the clip were ground down the tubing could be 
pulled through the clip more easily.  Since this modification 
enabled Jim to pull the tubing through the clip without sagging it, 
they tried the procedure again.  On the next try it was quickly 
discovered that they needed some kind of lubricant on the scrotum 
and tubing to allow it to pull easily. It was also difficult to 
tell just how to tight the band was. John said that the tubing 
should be  pulled until the part around the scrotum was about half 
as wide as the un-stretched tubing. That was when Michael suggested 
that the tubing be mark in one-inch increments.  This seemed to 
work better because Jim were able to get a much tighter fit 
consistently as they each took turns being the subject. John had 
determined that the amount of tubing encircling the scrotum need to 
be one inch or less depending upon the thickness of the scrotum and 
the cords. Michael brought in some rehabilitation tubing to try. 
The 5/16" tubing seemed to have more stretch than the old standard 
medical tubing, perhaps because it was designed for stretching 
during exercise therapy. It worked better than the medical tubing. 
John noted that this tubing was a light green color which was very 
close to the color of the elastor bands.

After several sessions the group discovered that by using small 
vice-grip "C" camps they could hang onto the tubing better while 
stretching it.  They experimented on Paul, Michael's bottom, and 
discovered that when reduced to one inch the tubing affected 
numbing of the scroll mass in about 20 to 30 minutes, although the 
testicles were still somewhat sensitive to deep pressure. It was 
discovered that the KY Jelly that they used for lubrication made 
the tubing to slippery to handle well. The solution was simple, to 
use squares of paper toweling that would allow proper grasping and 
stretching of the tubing without it slipping.

After they had worked the preliminaries out they began to work on 
refinements on how to affect the destruction of Luther's gonads. 
John decided to use the same basic position that farmers use on 
larger animals. That is Luther would bent over a padded sawhorse 
where his scrotum could be reached from behind.  The padded 
sawhorse was made to the specifications of Luther's size. Then it 
was decided to insert pipes into legs of the sawhorse that would 
allow them to slip one handle of the "C" clamp into it and yet be 
able to open and close the jaws of the clamp.  This now made the 
operation something that one man could do.  

They found that by anchoring one end of the tubing with a  "C" 
clamp the loop could easily be fitted around the scrotum with one 
hand and the slack pulled with the other.  It was also decided to 
use a five- percent Xylocaine cream on the scrotum as it seemed to 
be the most sensitive area  producing much of the initial pain and 
the cream would also act as a lubricant for the tubing. Once while 
they were working out procedures on Paul, he suffered abdominal 
pain and nausea after about 30 minutes with a one-inch piece of 
tubing in place. By this time his testicles were fairly numb and 
when the band was removed, his scrotal wall was thick and edematous 
with fluid, but he had no lasting ill effects from it. From this 
session they learned that the best results seemed to be when they 
could keep the scrotal wall from folding under the tubing. With the 
procedures worked out it was decided that Luther would have to be 
detained for four hours before he could be turned lose, by then his 
testicles would be dead or beyond saving. 

Jim called Scott and reported upon their progress and he was to 
talk to "Little Bob" and drive up to Atlanta the next weekend. 
After one final review of the process, it was decided that their 
part of the punishment was ready.  Scott loaded the sawhorse that 
had been made into his van and headed back to Florida.

Meanwhile back in Florida, Roy and "Little Bob" had been busy with 
their preparations.  The effects of the spring and early summer 
fires had caused some disruption to their plans. With the help of 
Keith and his brother-in-law Johnny a secluded  house and 
furnishings had been arranged.  Keith who was a real estate agent 
had managed to find a beautiful but isolated home that the owners 
were dumping on the market because of the wildfires. Johnny, who 
owned a moving and storage business, provided all the necessary 
furnishings to make the house look lived in. Several others had 
constructed portable petitions to turn the great room of this house 
into a dungeon. 



Part 4

Jim looked at his watch it was nearly time for Michael to pick him 
up and take him to the airport.  He would fly down from Atlanta to 
the Sanford Regional Airport where "Big Bob" would meet him with a 
car he would use for this affair. "Big Bob" ran a Tattoo parlor on 
Orange Blossom Trail in Orlando and was also one of the Brothers.  
He would have a part in the affair later on that relied upon his 
specialty talents.

Jim was lost in his thoughts as he drove north along highway 17 
toward his home town. As he drove along he discovered there had 
been considerable changes along the way.  It would definitely be a 
lonely place without his parents and his best friend Tony.  He had 
avoided returning home after he had settled his parent's estate. He 
still owned their home but it could not be use it for this 
purpose.  After meeting Keith he would drive himself the remote 
house and check to be sure that everything was set.  Tomorrow he 
would go to the bar.  The boys had sent Ma' Crawford on a vacation 
to see her sister in Selma Alabama to get her out of town.  She 
would've been one of the few people that would have recognized Jim, 
other than the Brothers that were in on the plot.

According to the plan and the time table, he stopped at the 
convenience store on the corner of Orange Ave. and Main Street to 
call Keith who would meet him with a map to the house, the keys and 
the garage opener.  While he waited for Keith he got a soft drink 
and remembered that the last time he was in town this had been a 
Seven-Eleven Store. Now it seemed to be an independent store run by 
an Indian family. Keith arrived with a map and the keys.  It was 
good to see him after all those years. It took him 20 minutes to 
drive out east to the location where this secluded house  was set 
up for him. He found everything in order; Roy and "Little Bob" had 
done a good job.  After a light supper he decided to call it an 
evening.

The next morning he got up late and had breakfast about 9:30 and 
followed it with a workout. Although Jim had kept his athletic body 
up, this workout would "pump him up" and increase Luther's 
attraction to him, if their research was right. His blond hair had 
been dyed auburn before he had left Atlanta. He had used a bronzing 
agent to darken his fair skin. Before leaving the house he slipped 
in the contact lenses that would turn his blue eyes brown. He was 
ready for Luther.

That afternoon he drove to the Blue Gator Bar. When he pulled into 
the parking lot he could see that under Luther's management the 
place had been spruced up. He went in and sat at the bar and drank 
several beers.  He had dressed in tight fitting blue jeans that 
really displayed his ample box well and an old faded T-shirt that 
let his muscled torso show. As planned, Luther noticed him 
immediately and tried several times to strike up a conversation 
with him. Jim initially kept quietly to himself; this aloofness had 
only peaked Luther's curiosity and stimulated him to further effort 
to engage Jim in conversation. After the second beer he finally 
told Luther he was new in the area but a friend that vacation near 
by and had recommended the bar. Over the next several hours Jim 
slowly and carefully guided the rambling and sometimes probing 
conversation to dungeon play and S&M scenes.  As the afternoon 
turned into evening, he had casually mentioned that he was 
preparing and setting up a dungeon in his new house but was having 
difficulty putting together some of the equipment he had ordered. 
Jim complained that he had spent good money for an oak-beamed sling 
and suspension rack but the kit had come without any assembly 
instructions. Of course that was the hook, because Luther 
considered himself an expert dungeon master. After some more 
conversation and a few drawings on napkins, Luther volunteered to 
help him the next afternoon, as it was his day off.  So Jim agreed 
to meet him at the bar the next afternoon around 4:30 p.m.

The next afternoon Jim met Luther at the bar. On the way back to 
the house Jim stopped at a convenience store and bought two six-
packs of beer, a brand that Luther suggested. As Jim paid the 
clerk, he got a quick wink from him. When Jim's sports car pulled 
away from the store he knew that the last piece had been put into 
place for the trap. The clerk, another Brother, would call ahead 
and two six-packs of the same brand would be put in the 
refrigerator at the house. They would all be loaded with knock-out 
drops. 

The house was in a typical central Florida pine thicket with saw 
palmettos scattered around it.  It was a beautiful contemporary 
styled  home in the $250,000 and up range.  Jim used the garage 
opener and pulled into a typical looking garage.  He showed Luther 
the dungeon setup and then excused himself to cary the beer into 
the kitchen and "put it into the refrigerator". Then he went back 
to the great room, which had been made to look like a dungeon with 
its false petitions. It took Luther and Jim about an hour to 
assemble the frame and securely bolt all of the members in place. 
Jim went to the kitchen and brought back a six-pack of cold beer 
and two glasses. Luther popped the cap and drank from the bottle. 
That was perfect Jim thought as he took a sip of his beer.  They 
sat down on some of the boxes of other equipment and Luther began 
to tell Jim how he should set the equipment up for best results. 
Luther drank his beer and reached for the second one while Jim had 
only drank part of his. Shortly Luther toppled over, he was out 
like a light and Jim was feeling woozie.  Finally Jim passed out 
also.

Part 5

Once they were both knocked out, the Brothers who had been 
monitoring by hidden camera, arrived with two moving vans and 
everything that had made the house look lived in was removed within 
an hour. Scott and "Big Bob" came in the dungeon and stripped 
Luther. Then while Scott revived Jim, "Big Bob" tattooed a green 
STOP sign on Luther's cock while the others were stripping the 
house. Only the great room with the dungeon setup would be left 
until later when the third truck would come to pick up the false 
petitions and other things. Scott, "Big Bob" and Jim took the 
stripped Luther and secured him to the sawhorse and set up a 
memorial to Tony that would be a few feet in front of Luther when 
he came to. It had Tony's picture on it with flowers and candles on 
a black velvet cloth.  When everything was loaded and the trucks 
had pulled away Scott gave Luther a shot that would revive him and 
he and "Big Bob" left the house. When Luther came to and discovered 
he was secured to the sawhorse he growled "What the fuck is going 
on?". 

Jim grabbed a hand full of Luther's hair and raised his head and 
pointed to the memorial,"Remember Tony you mother fucker?" Jim let 
his head drop and continued, "He wasn't your first victim, but we 
intend for him to be your last! Your nuts will die tonight for what 
you did to Tony and the others."

Jim approached Luther from behind and applied some KY jelly to his 
scrotum to help lubricate the tubing, Scott had already put on an 
application of the Xylocaine. Next Jim clamped one end of the 
tubing into the first "C" clamp and placed the loop around Luther's 
scrotum and pulled the loop tight with his free hand. Jim ignored 
Luther's protests and outbursts. When Scott had examined Luther he 
remarked that they had guessed right  that he would have a thin 
scrotum wall and moderately low hangers. Jim clamped the other end 
of the tubing in the second clamp. Then he un-clamped the first end 
and using a paper towel to prevent slipping , pulled it tighter and 
re-clamped the tubing. Moving to the second end he did the same. 
Thus alternating from one to the other he slowly pulled the tubing 
tighter and tighter around Luther's scrotum. All this time Luther 
still tried to talk his was out of the situation. Jim could see the 
marks, a few more pulls and they would be to the clip. It was 
necessary to pull a little more on the right end of the tubing to 
get both the marks through the clip. Once they were both through 
the clip Jim knew that less than one-inch of tubing was stretched 
around Luther's balls. Quickly he tightened the nuts that held the 
tubing in place and cut the excess tubing off. The job was done, he 
inspected his work and then put some Supper Glue on the nuts and 
threads to lock them in place and then he packed up his tools. He 
quickly checked Luther's clothes and found a pocketknife. That 
would have to be confiscated or it could be used to cut the tubing. 

Jim plugged in a timer. Turning to Luther he said ,"All right 
asshole, this timer will drop a key to your chains in about four 
hours. By then your nuts will be beyond saving like Tony's were 
when you finished with him. Remember asshole, after four hours you 
will have blood clots formed and you will not be able to safely 
remove the band from your nuts or the clots may kill you. Besides 
it will be even longer before you get to anywhere on foot where you 
can get treated." With that Jim released Luther from the sawhorse, 
now Luther discovered the padlocked cuffs and chains around his 
ankles. Jim picked up his box and left the house with a very sullen 
Luther chained up in the "dungeon".

Jim drove to Keith's house where June, Tony's first cousin, was 
waiting for him. June quickly set about restoring Jim's natural 
blond hair. Within an hour Jim looked like himself only with a tan. 
June had done his hair and he had flushed the contacts down the 
toilet. 

Four hours and fifteen minutes after Jim left the house Luther 
managed to free himself and get out of the house. It was nearly one 
a.m. when Luther, wobbling along the roadside, was stopped by a 
patrolling Flagler County Deputy Sheriff. He was a friend of 
"Little Bob's" but was not one of the brothers. After some 
questions, Luther was taken to the Memorial Hospital in Bunnell. 
There Scott had arranged to be on duty in the ER. Luther was 
examined and questioned about the assault on his person. Scott and 
the deputy took pictures of the scrotal injury while a surgeon was 
called in to perform the bilateral orchectomy on his dead nuts. 
Luther was taken to surgery where the dead tissue was removed. 

Luther refused general anesthesia so local injections were done. 
Once the anesthesia was working the surgeon began to incise the 
scrotal skin just above the tubing. When the skin and inner 
membranes had been divided the doctor began to gently stretch the 
cords and pull the testicles away from Luther's body. Once this was 
done hemostats were applied and the cords and blood vessels were 
tied off and divided. Luther was now castrated like his victims.   
As they were finishing the surgery, Scott asked the surgeon if they 
needed to save the specimen for legal purposed. So Luther's 
package, with the band still in place, ended up preserved in a jar 
in the path lab of the small hospital.

The next day the Brotherhood gathered at the lake for a picnic and 
to wish Tony a Happy Birthday, where ever he was. Everyone enjoyed 
Scott's pictures of Luther and his package in a bottle of 
formaldehyde. They had honored a dying request from a Brother. 
Scott said when everything settled down he would be able to get the 
actual bottle and they would bring Luther's  balls to Tony's next 
birthday picnic at the lake. 

Epilog

 Luther was unable to give the sheriff's investigators any real 
information over the next few days.  When he was able to travel he 
could not find the house either. It took Luther a couple of weeks 
to recuperate. He  continued to manage the Blue Gator Bar, but he 
was not as boisterous as he had been and not eager to promote 
contests where he could show himself off any more. He experienced a 
decrease in the size of his cock and his ability to achieve a full 
erection or even to hold an erection and as a result he became 
rather reluctant to be seen nude anymore. After the second memorial 
picnic for Tony's birthday, Jim finally was able to return to his 
hometown without being overcome by the past tragedies of his life. 
Sadly, Ma' Crawford died two years later and Luther bought the bar 
from her family. Jim met Luther at Ma' Crawford's memorial service 
but there was no hint of recognition from Luther. Later all of the 
Brothers gathered at the Blue Gator Bar to remember an old friend 
and a true southern lady.