Road Rage

True?? story of man castrated over road rage- after relating this 
story to many of my friends, and with much encouragement,I've 
decided to write down the details of the events of August 4, 1998.  
The "locations and names were changed to protect the innocent."  
This is my first submission of a story to the Eunuch archive, any 
comments would be welcome...  DJ

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It was a bright night with very few stars and only a few clouds.  I 
remember seeing the harvest moon as it was creeping up over the 
eastern horizon as I ventured between Boise and Twin Falls, Idaho on 
Interstate 84 in my 1995 Chevy Blazer.  I was thinking, "gee this is 
a long drive to Salt Lake City from Portland."  

I had stopped earlier in Boise and eaten a burger and had one of 
those 44 ounce, "gut buster" pops.  You know, the kind they give you 
with the hose to drink it down.  It was 1:00 AM and the pop decided 
it was time to go.  

I saw a sign, next rest stop, 4 miles.  I was relieved and wondering 
if I could actually make it that far.  But, I convinced myself that 
I could and would. After all, no one likes driving in wet jeans.  As 
the exit approached, I saw that there were 2 18-wheelers parked in 
the parking lot, an older Ford 4x4 crew cab pickup and an old 
beat-up Dodge van.  I usually don't stop at rest areas if I'm the 
only one there, but since there were at least 4 rigs in the lot, I 
felt pretty safe.

I eased my truck into a parking place, being ultra careful to not 
hit any bumps lest I desturb my already complaining bladder.  I 
turned off the ignition, opened the door, and stepped out.  The 
night air was warm and really nice.  There was not a soul to be seen 
anywhere.

I headed off to the rest room, "take care of business and drive 
onward to Salt Lake City and hopefully get there by dawn" I thought 
to myself.  As I walked up the path to the rest room, I heard a 
commotion out behind the building.  People were talking loudly to 
one-another accusing and confronting.

I was curious to see what was happening, but not really anxious to 
get involved.  I peered around the corner of the building, careful 
to remain in the shadows and watched these 4 men arguing over 
something.  Three of the men were buff cowboys, all in their early 
to mid 30's.  Cowboy hats, Wranglers, boots.  The usual cowboy 
attire.  All of the cowboys were at least 6' tall and all well hung 
with huge baskets.  The other guy was a mid 20's blonde haired male, 
about 6' and 170 pounds.  He was wearing jeans, a tie-died t-shirt, 
and sandals.  

At first, I couldn't tell what was happening and who was angry with 
whom. As I listened, it became apparent that the blonde haired man 
had either attempted to run the other driver and his passengers off 
the road or was careless and wasn't paying attention as he was 
driving.  Regardless, Russ, the older of the cowboys, began to 
accuse the guy of trying to kill them.

He told the blonde, "you tried to cut us off."  The blonde replied, 
"go to hell... I don't know what you're talking about."  Well I 
guess this pissed off ol' Russ to be told to go to hell.  Russ 
responded to the guy, "since you tried to cut us off, we're going to 
cut you off like we do our bull calves and make you into a steer!"

At this point, the blonde was pushed to the ground and the 3 cowboys 
piled on top.  The blonde tried to get away but was easily 
overpowered by these hunks.  Russ had the the other two guys hold 
the blonde down while he unbuttoned and unzipped the blonde's jeans. 
  
Russ pulled the jeans down to his knees.  The blonde guy wasn't 
wearing any underwear and had the biggest set of low hangers I'd 
ever seen on a guy. His cock was at least 7" flacid.  Russ grabbed 
his balls and gave them a good yank, then reached for his belt and 
unbuttoned a 4" hunting knife and pulled it out.  

Russ looked over at one of the guys, and said, "Bill, why don't you 
jerk this kid off and when he starts to cum, I'll slice off his 
balls!"  Bill took a knee and put it on the blonde's chest and took 
one hand and started working the guy's cock.  All along, I'm trying 
to stay quiet and hidden, not wanted to reveal my presence.  I'd 
forgotten just how bad I need to use the rest room.

The blonde's cock got really hard, maybe 10".  Bill kept working it 
until the guy couldn't hold back any longer.  Bill told Russ, 
"there's tons of precum here, he's about to explode!"  Just then cum 
shot through the air and hit Bill in the chin.  At that very moment, 
Russ sliced through the scrotum and took off everything with one 
swipe of the blade.  The blonde guy screamed, but no one was around 
to hear him or help.

The cowboys got off the guy and laughing, they started walking back 
toward their pickup truck, Bill wiping the cum off his chin.  As 
Bill passed by he looked over and saw me.  He said, "howdy... nice 
night isn't it."  I just glanced and nodded.  The cowboys drove out 
of the parking lot honking and screaming.

As I glanced back over to the blonde, he was no longer there.  In 
fact, he somehow had made it back to his van and had started driving 
out of the parking lot.  Out of curiousity, I walked over to where 
they had cut off this guy's balls, and there on the grass was a 
scrotum with two huge balls inside just laying there on the ground. 
I picked them up, took them home, and had them in my refrigerator 
for a couple of days but couldn't decide what to do with them, so 
eventually fed them to my dog.

I watched the news for the next couple of days and never saw any 
reports of the incident and to this day wonder what ever happened to 
this blonde who was charged, found guilty, and sentenced for 
reckless driving.