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They struck me a few more times to be certain, then picked me up and tossed me into the van. A moment later, there was the pinch of a needle in my groin.

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I felt hands pinning me down as the cuffs were removed and my wrists and ankles were strapped in place. It was then, I panicked. I writhed in my bonds, but they were unyielding. I could see my balls and a few blue nylon stitches, but nothing else. One of the girls attending me lifted a syringe from a tray and caught my attention. They loved it when you were a little rough with them.

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I had fled the media and the glare of my self- righteous neighbors to a little apartment in midtown where no one knew me. I felt scissors cut away my clothes. I remember it clearly now. I was helpless to stop her, and unable to look away. I felt protected by obscurity.

At the third, or perhaps forth fainting, I was left alone. They revived me and I fainted again. I could hear the voice of the doctor coming about the corner followed by her gaggle of interns, all swathed in green. They covered me with sheets, all save my head and a small hole for my genitals.

But its not like I raped her. I prayed it was all a joke. I could only see their eyes, beautiful and exotic. Obviously, you will never have sex again. Sexually sinister. I hoped for rescue, but then I could not think of a single person who would come looking for me.

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I went hungry that night and the next. This will be the total removal of the penis, leaving you with only a small hole above the scrotum to allow you to urinate. I was wheeled about, then left alone as the girls took a minute to catch their breath. Because of the disconnection of the nerves to the penile muscles, you will be incontinent and required to wear adult diapers for the rest of your life.

All of their faces, or any recognizable features were hidden. She mealy waited and I realized that screaming was useless. We have decided to subject you to the Ultimate Torment. What ever femi-nazi group that wrote the letter would just have to get over the fact I was tried and found innocent. It was a bad date. Looking forward to seeing you: The Counsel I scoffed at it. First, a small story to expose the artery and clamp that off.

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A brilliant white catheter was running out of my body. The operation and recovery should take no more than ten days, however due to complications, you should be prepared to be gone for three months. I tried to avoid the inevitable, but restrained as I was, a fruitless head thrashing was all I could manage.

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She needed a little coaching, a little encouragement. The doctor waved him to the front of the crowd and held up the mirror so I could watch the horror unfold. I fainted.

My blindfold was removed. More straps went across my neck, chest and legs leaving me totally immobile. It was twelve days later. Minutes later the van stopped and I was carried quickly from the van to a truck of some sort. But I remained defiant and refused to eat. Not a nub, not a fold, not a scrap of my manhood was left. I thought I could feel my penis. There were two women, dressed from head to toe in scrub green surgical gowns, their faces covered in surgical masks.

Terror clutched me. I had just won a law suit forcing my old job to hire me back and I was walking to the subway when a van pulled up and four women leapt out.

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This all took less than a minute. I would sue them all.