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Dr. Short detested Luther Young and swore that if he ever got Luther on his operating table, he would leave it as a eunuch. Dr. Short had performed six abortions on girls whom Luther had impregnated. Before Rowe-Wade, these operations were illegal and Dr. Short performed them mainly out of pity for the girls. He made Luther pay as much for them as he possibly could. He loathed Luther for his selfishness and irresponsibility. Luther never wore a condom because it dulled the sensation. On the other hand, he wouldn't marry the girl because he had no wish to be tied to one woman and have a houseful of squalling brats. There were few things that Luther hated more than children. At 39, Luther had lost the bloom of youth, but he was still very handsome and had that indefinable sexual magnetism that attracts women the way beer attracts yellowjackets. Maybe it was pheromones; whatever it was, women couldn't resist him or stay away from him. And Luther took full advantage of it. Luther was a rarity: a successful operator of a small farm. He owned 160 acres of good bottom land and, with the assistance of 12 helpers worked it efficiently for maximum yield. No "gentleman farmer", though, he worked hard on the farm himself. He kept a small herd of dairy cattle which he fed with purchased fodder. for his was a truck farm. He could afford, therefore, to pay well for abortions and Dr. Short (the only doctor in town) saw to it that he did. This assuaged Dr. Short's conscience for the illegality of the operations. Dr. Short also remembered that the original version of the Oath of Hippocrates had the physician swear that he would never perform an abortion. All of the pregnancies which Dr. Short had terminated were the result of seduction. Luther had never had to resort to rape. He always had several girlfriends at the same time so that he never lacked for sex and it was something of a surprise to Dr. Short that there weren't more pregnancies. Luther was evidently luckier than he deserved to be. One day shortly after the harvest, Luther walked into Dr. Short's office with the peculiar waddling gate of the badly ruptured. "Looks like you've got a hernia, Luther." remarked Dr. Short. "I think it's double." replied Luther. "I thought I'd find out if I could get by with a truss." "I don't recommend 'em." replied Dr. Short. "They're just like Band-Aids. They don't cure anything. A ruptured man wearing a truss is still ruptured." Luther sighed. "But I don't want to be laid up by an operation. I've got work to do on the farm." "You do farm work wearing a truss and your ruptures'll just get worse. No, surgery is the only cure. Well, take down your pants and undershorts and let's see how bad it is." Under his boxer shorts, Luther was wearing a jockstrap and , as he pulled it off, he carefully cradled his testicles in his left hand, letting them down slowly and carefully. The tension exerted on the cords by his heavy testicles would aggravate the pain of his hernias. The two inguinal hernias which bulged out in his groins and under his pubic hair were very large. "How long did you rupture yourself, Luther ?" asked Dr. Short. "About three weeks ago. I was lifting a heavy bale of hay in the cow-barn. " "THREE WEEKS! " shouted Dr. Short. "You damn' fool. Either one of those hernias could have strangulated and killed you. As it is, you'll be very lucky if they don't destroy your balls by pressing on the nerves and blood vessels. You need that operation RIGHT NOW ! It's not usually an office procedure, these days, but I've done herniaraphy operations in people's bedrooms, so I'll do it here in my office so that you don't have to go to the county hospital and get out of touch with what's goin' on on your farm. You've got 12 men who can do the work while you're laid up. " Luther agreed to immediate surgery and Dr. Short gloated. At last he had Luther Young where he wanted him. In anticipation of such an opportunity, Dr. Short had bought a pair of silicone prostheses to slip into Luther's scrotum after castrating him . The fool wouldn't even guess that they weren't real. The double inguinal hernias were ideal. They provided access to the inguinal canals through which Dr.Short could draw out Luther's testicles and through which he could slip the prostheses into his scrotum. Within minutes, Luther Young was lying on Dr. Short's operating table undergoing general anaesthesia while the doctor cleaned and disinfected the operation site, after clipping and shaving off Luther's thick pubic hair. Long incisions were made over the two hernias and Dr. Short pressed the exposed sections of intestine back into the abdominal cavity. Before suturing the abdominal wall, Dr. Short grasped the spermatic cords and pulled Luther's testicles up through the inguinal canals and out through the incisions. He ligatured the cords , each with two ligatures about ½ inch apart and cut between them. He held up the testicles by their cords, laughed in triumph, and deposited them in a jar of formalin. Carefully unwrapping the silicone rubber prostheses, Dr. Short pushed then down through the inguinal canals until they dropped into the scrotum. Only then did Dr. Short complete the herniaraphy, suturing the tears in the abdominal wall and then the incisions in the skin over them and applied dressings to the incisions. The surgery now completed, Dr. Short now filled a hypodermic syringe with Premarin and , rolling Luther over on his right side, injected it into his left buttock. He rolled Luther onto his back again and fetched two monthly dispensers of PremPro from his medicine cabinet. He transferred their contents to a pill vial and labelled it "Take 2 daily," This and a professional sample of amoxycillin were the meds which Luther was to take for the next month. When Luther awoke, Dr. Short transferred him to a gurney, rolled him into the ward of the clinic where there were four hospital beds, all currently unoccupied and phoned the VNA and spoke to Gwendoline, a nurse he had often employed. "We've got a patient, Gwen." he told her. I'll need help getting him into bed and he's to remain abed for two weeks, so he'll need the usual post-op care." "Anybody I know ?" asked Gwen. "Yep, Luther Young." "Ooh " said Gwen, obviously as smitten by the sexy bachelor as most women. Well that wouldn't last long as he became impotent and feminized After two weeks at the clinic, Luther went home to the farm under strict orders not to do any lifting for another two weeks. A few days later, he called Dr. Short and complained "I haven't had a boner since the operation. This morning, I didn't need to shave, and I seem to be growing tits !" Dr. Short grinned maliciously as he said "Well, Luther, I told you that you'd probably ruined your balls. Sounds to me as if they're not working any more. The nerves have probably died." " Oh, that's another thing, Doc, I felt my balls this morning and they're numb." It was all that Dr. Short could do to keep from laughing. "Well, then, that settles it. They're not working .You came to me too late. I thought that, after three weeks, your balls might be permanently damaged." Luther groaned and said "Well, what can be done about it, Doc ?" Triumphantly, Dr. Short replied "Nothing at all, Luther. You'll never fuck again !" |