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I had just come into the house, tennis racquet in hand, when I heard my father's voice from the library. "GREGORY, come in here." his tone foreboded trouble. "I want you to look at these photographs." Father handed me a processor's envelope full of prints. I opened it to find sixteen prints, twelve of me conrnholing sundry street urchins in dark alleys and giving one of them 2 bits and four of me blowing sailors.Uh Oh ! "Well, what do you have to say for yourself ?" I stammered "These must have been taken with the new 1925 Ermanox. Only an f/2 lens could have taken them in such dim light." I thought that my father was going to explode. "I don't give a damn about photographic technicalities. What do you have to say about the content of these photographs ?" "Well, sir, er, they speak for themselves, I'm afraid." My father looked at me as if I had crawled out from under a rock and said "Did it ever occur to you that sodomy is a crime ? Did it ever occur to you that paederasty is a crime ? I asked "Er, sir, how did you obtain these photos ?" Father regarded me for a long minute and replied "I have long been suspicious of the nature of your interest in small boys and whether it was unnatural. Therefore, I hired a private investigator to follow and photograph you (And, no, I DON'T know or care what kind of camera he used.) Thus it was that I learned that you are a paederast, sodomite, and catamite. "Suppose it had been the police, rather than my private investigator who had caught you in these unnatural acts. There is enough evidence here" he said, tapping the envelope of photographs, " to send you to prison for the rest of your life. Which, I might add, would likely not be very long. Persons of your sort are often beaten to death by the other prisoners. If you have no concern for your own reputation. then for once, consider our family's honor. The disgrace of your being tried and, doubtless, convicted on such charges would ruin our family." "I'll never do it again, father." I hoped that I sounded contrite enough, but father replied. "You may even believe that at the moment, but how long could you keep such a promise ?" How long would it be before your filthy unnatural lust would drive you to molest some other innocent boy ? NO, you must be stopped. You must be rendered harmless to decent children." "Around 5:00 P.M., Dr. Prentice will arrive." "Dr. Prentice ? Who's he ?" " Dr. Prentice is a surgeon. I intend to have him castrate you !" " AAAAAAAAAAAGH ! NO!!!" "YES !!!" "I had considered having you committed to the insane asylum, even though it is a matter of public record and, therefore, to be avoided, but I have been informed that they would have you castrated for the protection of the of the other inmates, so it's six of one and half a dozen of the other." "Go to your room and await Dr. Prentice. If you want to masturbate while you are still able, you still have two hours to indulge in the solitary vice." (Yes, I know about that also.) Well, that. at least, struck me as good advice and I was able to jerk off three times before the door was unlocked to admit Dr. Prentice, who reminded me of Lon Chaney. He spread an oiled-silk sheet on my bed and told me to undress and lie on it. He soaked a gauze pad in chloroform and placed it over my mouth and nose, telling me to count to ten. I think I got to six before falling into a roaring darkness. When I awoke, my bag stung and burned fiercely. Dr. Prentice told me to rest in bed for five days and abstain from running, jumping, climbing, dancing, wrestling, strenuous sports, heavy lifting (over 10 lbs.) ,horseback riding, and bicycle riding for the next three weeks I suppose that the operation was a success. It has kept my prick out of boys' asses, though it has not kept sailors' pricks out of my mouth. Nowadays, though, I'm careful to watch out for suspicious-looking men with Ermanox cameras. |