Jake was horrified and disgusted. "Phil, cut that out right now !" he shouted. Both boys were coming, so it took a moment for Phil to respond. When he did, his prick was still spurting. Gilbert screamed, pulled up his pants and darted around Mr. Anderson and out the door. Philip stood there with his pants still down and jism dripping from his softening prick. 

   At 17, Philip was taller and heavier than his father, too big for corporal punishment. "Go upstairs and wash yourself and meet me down here" Jake barked.Phil did as he was told and came down to the back yard to find his father cranking the engine of the Buick. By force of habit, Phil jumped in and adjusted the throttle and spark as his father cranked. 

   Finally, he found the courage to ask "Where are we going ?" Jake paused a moment before answering. "Normal young men do not do what I caught you doing. I'm taking you to the doctor to find out what's wrong with you and what can be done about it." Phil thought "I know what's wrong with me. I'm queer and nothing can be done about it."

   They had a rather long wait in Dr. Roberts' waiting room for there were six patients ahead of them. Phil passed the time by reading an issue of "The National Geographic" magazine, especially an article about the Masai warriors in Africa in which some of the warriors were naked. Phil admired the size of their pricks which were clearly visible. Most young men would have been ogling the breasts of the Masai women, but Phil didn't even notice them.

   When Dr. Roberts finally saw them, Jake told him what he had seen. The doctor thought for a while and then suggested "Philip would probably talk more freely and candidly if he were alone, Mr. Anderson. Why don't you return to the waiting room until I call you.? "

    As soon as they were alone, Dr. Roberts began asking Phil questions. "Do you have any sexual interest in girls, Philip ?" Phil shrugged his shoulders and answered "I guess not. " "Do you think they're pretty ?" "I guess so." "What do you find pretty about them ? " "Their faces and their hair, mainly." "What about their breasts ?" "Yeah, them too." "But, you're not interested in laying them ? " No, sir."  "Do you masturbate ?" "Yes, sir."  "What do you think about when you masturbate ?"  "Men. I think of masturbating them or sucking them off or buggering them."  "The things you do with Gilbert ?" "Yes, sir." Has Gilbert ever buggered you ?"  "No, sir. He tried to once, but he's too big and my hole's too tight."  "If a man or a youth with a much thinner penis than Gilbert's wanted to bugger you, would you be willing for him to do it ?"  "I'd certainly try to take it."

   "Mr. Anderson, would you come in, please ? I want to explain my position on sodomy to both of you. In my opinion, as long as both parties consent to the act, it is a victimless crime and ought not to be punished. Unfortunately, the law states otherwise. Sodomy is a crime. It is also strongly disapproved by society. I don't take the story of Sodom and Gomorrah literally. It is so vaguely worded that it is impossible to determine exactly what the sin of Sodom was. However, sodomy is certainly counter to the divine plan. Men were endowed with their sexual organs to beget offspring, not to deposit their seed in the mouths and intestines of other males.

   It seems to me that you have three options: one is to ignore your son's aberration and merely urge him most strongly not to yield to it and especially not to give expression to his unnatural lust by comitting sodomy. I have serious doubts of the effectiveness of this approach. 

   The second is to attempt to inculcate in him a normal interest in females. The disciples of the Viennese charlatan, Sigmund Freud, claim that this can be accomplished by having the patient talk incessantly about his earliest childhood experiences to reveal the "true cause" of his aberration. Then, by some miracle, the truth is supposed to make him free. They have never cured anybody of anything by this method.

   Requiring a young man to have sexual intercourse with prostitutes has been known to arouse sufficient interest in the opposite sex in him to enable him to overcome his perversion and lead a normal life, marry, and beget offspring. This is worth trying.

   If all else fail, his unnatural lust can be eradicated by castration.The risk of arrest and disgrace is great enough to justify this admittedly drastic solution. Society is much less hostile to eunuchs than it is toward sodomites. Besides it is easy to conceal castration."

   Phil and his father remained silent for several minutes, considering Dr. Roberts' words. Finally, Jake spoke up. "You're suggesting, then, that I take him to a whorehouse ?" "Yes, replied Dr. Roberts. I know of a good one. The girls are all free of disease. I know because I examine them every week. The address is 619 Sycamore St. and the madam's name is Flora. Even if Philip cannot perform the first time, he should be brought repeatedly, three times a week, for at least a month.After all, his testicles are at stake." Dr. Roberts was tacitly assuming that Mr. Anderson would not be willing to turn a blind eye on his son's indulgence in sodomy.

   "Well, Phil," asked his father. "Are you willing to try women ?"

"Ugh ! " replied Phil. "I guess I must. Anything to save my ba... my testicles." Jake turned to Dr. Roberts. "That was 619 Sycamore, right ?" "Yes." replied the doctor "I'll call Flora and set everything up for you so that she'll be expecting you and will have the girl report to her on Philip's performance. I'm going to tell her that Philip is 18. It's safer that way, though the police never raid the place. She pays them well for immunity. Shall we say Monday, Wednesday, and Friday starting tonight ?" "OK" said Jake.

   Jake, who had never been in a brothel in his life, brought Phil to Flora's establishment at 8:00 PM. There was a parking lot behind the house as most of Flora's patrons would prefer not to have their cars or buggies displayed openly in front of a house of ill-fame. There was a sign on the back door saying "ENTER BY FRONT DOOR"

   Madam Flora proved to be an overly made-up rather more than pleasingly plump woman of a certain age.Jake introduced his son but not himself. "This is Phil Anderson. Dr. Roberts phoned you about him." "Oh yes. Sturdy young fellow, isn't he ? Handsome, too." And how is dear Dr. Roberts ?" Jake thought "Hell, lady, you see him every week," "Oh, he's just fine.Is there somewhere that I can wait for Phil 'til he's done ?"  "Certainly, I have a fine parlor set aside just for fathers who bring their sons here for experience."  

   Fine, it wasn't, but reasonably clean and stocked with issues of "Police Gazette." There were two other men in the parlor. Neither of them looked up from his "Police Gazette" when Jake came in. It appeared that all of them were embarrassed to be there. After about ten minutes, a freckled red-headed boy who certainly couldn't be taken for 18 came into the room. He had his left hand in his pocket and seemed to be playing with himself. One of the men looked up and snapped "Hands ! That's what you're here for, Jerry. Leave it alone." Jerry yanked his hand out of his pocket and said "Sorry, dad. I was just scratchin'." Jake almost laughed aloud. Evidently Jerry was a jerk-off being offered something better to dissuade him from abusing himself.

   After about another half hour a young man came into the parlor leering obscenely and winked at the man who was waiting for him. "Four times, dad." the young man boasted. " "Fine" said his father sarcastically "Are you satisfied now ?" "Naw, but she said I was too thick for her and she was getting sore." Bullshit" said his father with a trace of a grin, and they left. 

   Finally, Phil entered the parlor, he looked dejected and his eyes were red, apparently from weeping. His voice cracked as he said "Let's go home, dad." Just then madam Flora came into the parlor and said "You wait here, Phil dearie; I want to talk to your dad." 

   "How much to owe you ?" asked Jake. "Well, I'm just charging you for her time. He never got into her. If he could have gotten it up but just couldn't come, I'd say keep bringing him back to try again. But, I've seen fellows like him before. It's not going to work. He'll never get it up for a woman. She told me that he almost puked when she showed him her hole. So, $5 will cover her time. As Jake paid her, he said "Well, thanks anyhow."

   When Jake went to collect Phil, he had his face buried in his hands. When Phil raised his head, his face was wet with tears. Jake hugged him for he loved his son, however queer he might be.Neither of them said anything during the ride home.

   They sat at the kitchen table and discussed the debacle. " I tried, dad, I really tried. I just couldn't. When she spread her legs and showed me that thing, I almost threw up. I can't understand what men find attractive about it. To me it's ugly and disgusting.I closed my eyes and she played with my penis, but it just wouldn't come up. She had me lie on top of her and just rub it back-and-forth against her belly, and that didn't work either. She sucked it while, my eyes tightly shut,I tried to pretend that it was Gilbert sucking my penis. But, I knew better and I couldn't deceive myself. It stayed limp and nothing happened. She had me rub it back-and forth between her breasts. That felt nice, but , again, nothing happened. I tried to bugger her, but that wouldn't work either, though it always does with a guy. 

   I broke down and cried. I had tried so hard ! I sobbed my heart out. I decided then that I'm not really a man and I don't deserve to have testicles. You might as well take me to Dr. Roberts and get me fixed.I've heard that castration can cause depression, but it can't be any worse than the depression I feel after total failure as a man."

   "Phil, I'm so sorry to have put you through that ordeal, but it had to be tried. If it had worked, I think you'd have had a happier life." "I'm sure I'll be better off, in the long run, as a eunuch, dad. I've been tortured with shame and guilt over what I've done with Gilbert and other young men. I know that Gilbert feels guilty about it, too. We've discussed it, but all we've accomplished is to feel sorry for ourselves.After I've been castrated, if it works out well, I'll talk to Gilbert about it."

   "All right, son, it's late. I think you should sleep on the issue and not make an important decision while you're upset and exhausted." "OK, dad, Good Night, then" "Good Night, son, and remember. You're still my son and I love you."

   Phil hadn't changed his mind in the morning. He still thought that he couldn't go on the way he had been living and that castration would be the best thing for him. Jake called Dr. Roberts for another conference.

   Phil explained to Dr. Roberts in detail just what had happened at the brothel and how he felt about it. Dr. Roberts agreed to castrate Phil that very afternoon. The operation was done under general anaesthesia in Dr. Roberts' office. The entire procedure took only 20 minutes after the anaesthetic had taken effect.

   Dr. Roberts made two incisions in Phil's scrotum, exposing the testicles and  several inches of the spermatic cords. He applied two gut ligatures to each cord, about 1/2 inch apart and then cut between them with the surgical scissors. The testicles were deposited in a jar of alcohol to preserve them. Dr. Roberts sutured the two incisions and applied dressings to them with court plaster. Father and son left Dr. Roberts' office at 2:30 PM, carrying the jar of testicles in a paper bag.

   Phil was put to bed for 5 days, allowed to rise only for calls of nature. Dr. Roberts visited him every other day and changed the dressings. While the dressings were in place, Phil had to take only sponge baths. After the sutures were removed, two weeks after the operation, Phil was able to enjoy a warm bath and to resume his normal activities though he had been warned not to ride a bicycle or on horseback for a couple more weeks.

   Morning erections ceased before the stitches were removed. During that two weeks he had had only one wet dream, his last.

He felt no inclination to masturbate. By the end of the month, he laid aside his razor forever and discarded his jockstrap. School would be starting in another month and he would have to remember to arrange to be excused from gym classes. As far as his frame of mind was concerned. Phil was neither depressed nor elated by his castration. He was wistful, but no more than that, about the fun he had had when he had testicles.

   Gilbert had given the Anderson house the wide berth since being surprised with Phil's prick up his behind. For some days, he feared that Jake would tell his father about what he had seen.. The day that Phil put away his razor and threw away his jockstrap, he phoned Gilbert and invited him over, assuring him that Jake was not angry with him.

   Phil fetched the jar from the mantlepiece and showed it to Gilbert. "What are they ?" asked Gilbert. "My balls" replied Phil.

"I don't have to feel guilty or ashamed about being queer any more because I'm not ! I'm cured." Gilbert's jaw dropped. "You've been castrated ?" he asked as if unwilling to take Phil's words at their face value.By way of reply, Phil dropped his pants and undershorts and held up his shrunken prick, exposing his empty bag with the two livid scars on the front of it. "Oh my God !" exclaimed Gilbert. "You really had it done. What's it like ?" "Neither good nor bad" said Phil. "I don't feel like trying to jerk off any more and I don't get horny. I can't get a boner and I can't come.......but I don't care. I enjoy everything else, but not sex. I feel that I'm free of a great burden.

   Dr. Roberts knows that you're my boyfriend and all about our little encounter with dad in the potting shed. So, if you wanted it done, you'd have no trouble getting him to do it. You're 18 now, aren't you ?" Gilbert nodded. "Then you wouldn't need your parents' permission." "I'll think about it" said Gilbert thoughtfully. "It would certainly solve my worst problem."

   Two weeks later, Gilbert called Phil. "We're two of a kind." 

"Hey, congratulations !" responded Phil." We're the eunuch Damon and Pythias."