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NEWS FLASH - Detroit, Michigan The body of a 23 year old Detroit cop was found today in an abandoned cabin near the shore of Lake Michigan. The officer had last been seen, enroute to investigate reports of a ritual killing in an abandoned warehouse in the Detroit area. No motive for the killing has been established, and authorities are still searching for clues. The three yong men, Sabastian Waters, Drew Alden and Fred Blanc, watched the news flash from the paprtment they shared on Detroits Southside. They were flushed from their exertions, but they were also giddy with having had their pleasure nullifying the young cop. "To bad he had to be a cop, " said Fred. "Yeah," said Drew, "We could have got a real group going with him." "but at least he aint alive to identify any of us, " said Sabastian. "Well, he wont have to worry about getting a 'hard-on' now" chuckled Drew. All three young men laughed and continued to watch the news. In a private hospital, in Grand Rapids, Michigan, in a single bed, in a sigle room, lay an unconscious man. He looked like he had been beaten and roughly handled for some time, before being left for dead. His face, body, and crotch were swathed in bandages, with tubes in his arms, and tubes into his lungs, to help him breath. His chart read - John Doe - although the Doctor in charge knew that the young man's real name was being withheld by the State police pending recovery of the young man. The doctor also knew that the young man had, recently been a cop, but from which force, the doctor didn't know. All that the doctor really knew, was that this young man was the center point for an investigation, which was centered around the cutting of young men, by one or more other men; with all of the victims having been from Detroit, and the surrounding area. From the doctor's point of view, the sooner they caught those sick bastards, the sooner the area would settle down. This is where I entered the picture. Who am I?, you ask. No one in particular, just an investigator for the State, often called in to pick up the pieces when a case goes sour. Which was how this case was starting to look. There were scant clues, which made it seem as if the perps were acting in a very professional manner; ie, they left nothing behind to give themselves away. But this time they did leave a clue, they left a living witness, who would be of immense value to us, provided he woke. I had been called in, and given carte blanche over the case, but that was before we found a witness, so naturally, I was eager to see the young man. But on arrival, I was told the young man was still unconscious. Well, with nothing to do but wait, I chose to wait in the young man's room. It was a good choice, as I was there when he woke. Course the first words out of his mouth was "water". Crossing to his bed, I held the glass so he could suck some water through the straw, and then, when he finished, I se the glass down and just watched him. He lay there for a few minutes, before finally rousing enough to ask, "Where?" "You are in a private institution." I replied. "In Grand Rapids. We know that you are a Detroit Cop, and we know that you were left for dead. But that's all we know. "But I am not going to ask you any questions now. You just rest and recover; there will be time enogh for that later." "Who are you?" he asked. "I am a state investigator, called in to work on this case of which you are now part of. You may call me Dragon. Just Dragon, nothing else." "Thanks Dragon." he replied Then he relaxed, and I settled back in my chair to keep watch on him. From what I could see of him, he had the physical shape of a Greek god, well-built, though slender, but with some showing of a well-maintained body. Knowing how younger cops liked to develope their bodies, I would have been surprised if this young man was not into some sort of physical excercise, such as weight lifting, swimming, track and field. His records showed he had excelled in sports in High School, and his grades were high, but not extremely so. His college records had shown he was a better than average student, carrying a 3.5GPA. Those records also showed that he had been on the college teams for football, swimming, and wrestling. Unfortunately, he was going to have some severe emotional trauma as the reality of what happened to him sank in; which was going to be a factor in this case. Fortunately, I was uniquely qualified to assist him to adjust to his new being, since I was the only eunuch working for the State AG's office. But unlike this young man, who lost his male parts on the job, I lost mine while serving in the military overseas. I had been taken prisoner by the enemy, and held in a small camp, arms bound behind my back, and a small thin cord wrapped around my privates. The cord was much more effective in convincing me that escape was not to be considered. Then came my rescue, during which my captors tried to flee the camp, leaving me wired to a small explosive device, with my jewels tied as a trigger for the device. It was a very nasty piece of work, as any jostling of me would set off the explosive. Unfortunately, just before my rescuers entered the hut I was in, an explosion behind the hut, caused me to jerk from reflex, which set off the charge, which took my manhood. I didnt even have time to scream. I just passed out I woke once, on the med-evac flight to China Beach, took one look at the blood-stained package between my legs, and then passed out. At the China Beach Hospital, I again woke, feeling tired from blood loss, but surprisingly, also feeling no pain. When the dotor found me awake, he didnt want to tell me what had happened, but I told him I knew I has lost much down there, so he told me that, in order to save my life, he had been forced to remove the remaining parts of my cock, (even way up inside), then retoute my pee tub back to near my asshole, before sewing me closed down there. Well, I cried, not for my lost manhood, but for the loss to my family, since I would never have the joy of holding a child of my own in my arms. The military wanted to discharge me, once I had recovered, but I flat refused to accept it, and told them that if they kicked me out, I would sue them for lost wages. The brass let me stay and serve my time, and even let me go back to VietNam to finish out my tour. Back there, I did get some ribbing about losing my jewels, but my mates also learned that, without any male parts down there to protect, I became the NVA's worst nightmare. I undertook to post notices in Vietnamese, addressed to the NAV and Viet Cong, stating that I, Deranged Dragon, had returned, and would be coming for them. The notice also told them not to feel comfortable, as I could sneak up on them and take them out. To prove that point, I went out with a small squad of combat vets, and found a small camp on NVA troops. There were 30 NVA against 6 USMC. We counted 25 bodies and took 5 prisoners. Of the prisoners, I went to work asking them questions, and when they didn't answer, I would loop a cord about their gonads, and ask again. Each time they refused to answer, I would tighten the cord, until they began spilling the answers to our questions. I should not have done that, since it was a violation of the Geneva Convention, but since the NVA had never signed that paper, (although the US was one of the principal signers), the wrongness of my acts never caused me any problems; nor did it cause my mates any problems. When we went out a second time, taking out a smaller sized group of NVA, (where I used the same technique in asking questions), by the time I was through, I had castrated 3 of those six prisoners; and we turned one of them loose to make his way back to his main base, and to tell the story of what I would do to any NVA I caught. It was, quite simply, psychological warfare, in which I would make every attempt to castrate any prisoner I caught; while also making the attempt to extract all the information I wanted, before doing the deed. The brass, back on base, didnt really care what happened ot in the field, as long as we got results. But once the media learned what we were doing, the brass shipped us all back to the states; all 18 of us, since the rest of the team had decided that it was legal to do so to prisoners of war, since it had been done to me. But they never castrated anyone. That was my place, and they were happy to let me do it all. Back in the States, I enrolled in college, taking courses in Criminal Justice, (law Enforcement), as well as in Computer Science (which was a totally new field, just beginning to open up). I kept in contact with my buddies, and even helped one with a case, after he had gone to work for the Chicago PD. After graduation, I looked around and applied for a job as junior investigator for the State of Michigan, and got hired, based mostly on the work I had done for the Chicago PD, and partly on my college records. Which was why I was now waiting for the young man to recover enough to speak of what he rememberd of the attack, and subsequent actions. I knew it would be traumatic for him to talk about what happened, and I was fully prepared to show him that he could trust me, even if it meant I had to drop my pants and expose my smooth crotch. I had had a long talk with the doctor in charge, which led to me showing him I was more than qualified to help the paitient adjust, which got me an apology from the doctor. So now I was just waiting for the paitient to recover enough to assist in the investigation. i was also going to try and help him adjust to being without the means to procreat, but what I really wanted, was to have a partner to work with. And since there wasnt anything to sew back to that site, to try and give the kid something back, he was going to need someone who could be supportive, and who could be counted on for help. So I waited, watched, and let the doctor and the nurses go about their daily tasks, while the kid usually lay there resting and recovering. As for meals, I took all of mine in the room with him, and after he had recovered enough to start solid foods, we began sharing a table to eat our meals on. All this time, he had not spoken to me once, but he knew why I was there. But we both knew that there was coming a time when he would need to speak, and I wanted to be the first one. Then late one night, I was wakened by the sound of crying. The kid was crying, softly as not to diturb me, but I got up anyway, and went over to sit on the edged of his bed, and grasp his hand. I was wearing a PJ bottom, which was easier to sleep in that my regular clothes, since I was usually sitting in the only chair in the room. He turned to look at me, noted the way I was dressed, and saw the sad smile I had plastered on my face. "You might not beliebe this," I said, "But I know what you are going through. "I lost everything down there during VietNam. It is gone, totally. "If you can trust me, I can help you through this time?" I could see he reall didnt want to believe me, so I stood beside the bed, and dropped the pj bottoms. His eyes followed my actions, and when they hit the spot, I heard a quick intake of breath, and then felt him grabing me to pull me close and hug me for all he was worth. That broke the ice, which led to him getting better faster, as well as to him telling me, (speaking into a recorder as well), everything that happened, as far as he could remember. During that time, the man or men had gone out and found, castrated, and killed another young man, leaving the body to be found on the lake shore. But with the names of the perps in our hands, all three were collected, and held for questioning. A line up was held for each of the three, and Jason picked each one out of the lineups. So the state Grand Jury decided that a case did exist, and sent it to the AG for prosecution. Try as he might, the AG was not very successful in keeping a lid on the trial, although the judge did threaten the media with a gag order if one word of what was heard and said inside the court got out. But the word did get out, only not to the extent that the judge had to inforce his ruling.Jason, even taking into consideration what he had gone through, proved to be the most valuable witness against the three, and even held his own during the cross-exam by the defense attorney. The jury, composed of men and women, (businessmen and women, housewives, and bums), took four days to deliberate, before handing down a verdict of Guilty on all counts; even though there was still a lack of real evidence connecting the three to the prioe cases. But the results were clear. Once the perps had been caught, the castrations and killings stopped. But while Jaosn did hold his own all through the trial, at night, he couldn't be separated from me. I became his Rock, through out the trial. After the trail had been concluded, and the three were sentenced to life without parole; Jason and I had a long talk, discussing his future. I flat told him I could get him on my team, and really wanted him to join. He was not sure he should, until I finally gave in and told him that he was the closest thing I had to keep me from chucking it all away. In the end, he decided to join, and now we work as a team, invvestigating crimes which have gone sour, or have not produced results. But at night, in the bed we share, we are as close to being lovers as we can possibly get.
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