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For half of his young life, Tommy had been crossing the Monongahoosic River through the old covered bridge, the William T Auburn Bridge, 1847. The bridge was now closed to vehicular traffic and blocked at the ends by three pilings at each end, permitting it to be crossed by pedestrians and cyclists, and maybe by a horseman, but not by motor vehicles. When he was small boy, Tommy always ran across the bridge as fast as his little legs could carry him, hewing closely to the center line of the road bed, spooked by every shadow along the way. But, at 14, Tommy was a big boy, unafraid of darkness or shadows, and he sauntered casually through the old bridge. So it was that , when he crossed the bridge after dark on his way home from a boy scout meeting, Tommy neither suspected nor imagined that a man with nasty designs upon his young body was lurking in the shadows at the center of the bridge. No sooner had he reached the half way point than a man stepped out of the shadows behind him and seized Tommy by the neck, pressing his thumbs into the boy's carotid arteries. Tommy promptly fainted. When he awoke, he was naked from the waist down. His knee pants and underpants lay in the dirt on the roadway. He was bent over a man's forearm and a hard rough hand was firmly gripping Tommy's balls. Tommy started to scream when the man squeezed his delicate balls sickeningly hard and he whispered "If you make a sound, I'll squeeze 'em 'til they pop." Terrified, Tommy became silent as he felt something hot and stiff probing between the cheeks of his ass. Tommy knew what it was and that he was being raped.. It was with difficulty that Tommy suppressed another scream as the man forced his stiff prick into him. Once it was inside, it didn't hurt quite so badly. His assailant's boner was rubbing back and forth on a sensitive spot inside Tommy's ass, and, although he didn't want to admit it to himself, the sensation was rather pleasant and very exciting. The man was breathing heavily now and squeezing Tommy's balls painfully hard. After a minute or two, Tommy felt a new but not unfamiliar sensation. Tommy had jerked off often enough to recognize when he was about to cum. He didn't want to cum, not that way, anyhow. But, willy-nilly, the sensation built up and soon passed the point of no return. Suddenly, Tommy stiffened and shook, and his jism bursted out of his still limp cock, splashing onto the roadway and his pants and underpants. The man who was raping him whispered "Well, looks like I've found me a fairy." "I'm not !" said Tommy aloud. The rapist squeezed his balls so hard, that Tommy thought they'd burst. "SHUT UP !" hissed his assailant.. He began then to fuck faster and harder and suddenly, Tommy felt the man's thick lumpy jism spurt into his gut. At the same time there were two stabs of unbearably intense pain shooting up from his balls into his belly, racking, devastating, crippling pain. Tommy screamed in spite of himself as his balls gave way and exploded under the pressure of the man's squeezing. Done cumming into Tommy's ass, the man pulled out and grabbed Tommy by the neck again, pressing his thumbs into Tommy's carotid arteries for a second time. Again, Tommy passed out. When he awoke, Tommy curled up into a ball in the roadway, clutching at his ruined balls with both hands, and resumed screaming. About the time that he began to run out of voice, two men came toward Tommy on the run, one holding a lantern and the other a shotgun. They foiund Tommy half naked with jism oozing out of his ass. They picked up his clothes and carried him to a farmhouse a short distance beyond the end of the bridge, a house which Tommy had passed countless times. The farm house had a telephone and the farmer, the man with the lantern, cranked the magneto to get Central's attention and called the sheriff, telling him only that a boy had been attacked and badly hurt in the bridge and to bring the doctor. Given the nosiness of the other party line users, even that much would be all over town within minutes.By this time, Tommy was unconscious from pain and shock. The Sheriff's flivver arrived first, followed by the doctor's old Oldsmobile curved-dash doctor's carriage. Dr. Powers knew Tommy,( as the only doctor in town, he knew everybody ) and sent one of the farmer's sons to notify his parents. He was shocked and appalled by Tommy's condition. It was apparent that Tommy's bursted testicles would have to be removed immediately, even though the operation would have to be performed on the farmer's kitchen table and by lamplight. The discovery of blood and semen oozing out of Tommy's anus revealed more to him than Tommy had been able to tell anyone since he was found in the bridge.Dr. Powers explained to Sheriff Klinger what he was sure had happened. The Sheriff decided to wait until after the operation to see if Tommy could tell him anything about his assailant. Despite the conditions under which it had to be performed, the operation was basically routine. Dr. Powers shaved the pubic area and Tommy's thighs, and disinfected the scrotum and perineum with dilute carbolic acid. He then made two incisions in the oedematous scrotum, drained out the extravasated blood and serum and exposed masses of mangled tissue and threadlike seminiferous tubules which had been the boy's teaticles. He applied gut ligatures to the spermatic cords and cut between them just as Tommy's parents arrived. Mrs. Jackson, the farmer's wife took Tommy's mother, Madge, out into the kitchen while Dr. Powers showed his father, Jack, the wreckage of Tommy's testicles. He was both deeply saddened and infuriated, especially when he learned that Tommy had been raped in the behind. Sheriff Klinger explained to Jack that Tommy hadn't been conscious since he was brought to the house and had not been able to tell them anything "Does Tommy know the facts of life ?" asked Dr. Powers. Jack assured the doctor that he did. "Then do you want to tell him that he can never be a lover, a husband, or a father, or shall I ?" "Well, it'll carry more authority coming from you, Doc. and, besides, I suppose you've had to tell this sort of thing to men and boys before" "Yes'" said the doctor," but it never gets any easier. He's your only son, isn't he ?" "Yes, it's the end of the line for our family. Who would do a thing like this to a decent boy ? and why ?" "A queer sex fiend" said the sheriff. I doubt that Tommy saw him, so we may have nothing to go on. If only there was some way to test a man's jism and use it to identify him !" Dr. Powers sighed. "That's a theoretical possibility , but we just don't know enough to do that yet." Having sutured up the incisions and applied dressings to them, Dr. Powers used the vapor of aromatic spirits of ammonia to revive Tommy to consciousness. He was groggy, weak, and confused. Sheriff Klinger asked him gently in a kindly tone of voice if he had seen his assailant. "No," said Tommy. He was behind me the whole time. He knocked me out by squeezing the sides of my neck." "What ?" exclaimed Dr.Powers. "Only a person with some medical knowledge would know how to do that." "Are you sure, Doc ?" asked the sheriff. "Well, do you know how to do it ?" asked Dr. Powers. "Nope" said the sheriff. "Mark my words, then, Sheriff Klinger, Tommy's assailant has studied medicine, or, at least anatomy." "Well, Doc, that gives me a lead, anyhow." The sheriff gave Tommy and his parents a ride home in his flivver and Tommy was put to bed, where he was ordered to stay except for calls of nature for the next week.So far, the bad news had not been broken to him. Tommy, however, knew enough about what his balls were for to realize that he had been ruined for life. When Dr. Powers visited Tommy two days later to change the dressings on his empty scrotum, they had a long heart to heart, man to eunuch discussion of Tommy's condition. Tommy had enjoyed masturbating and had done it several times a week. He was saddened to learn that he was probably denied even that pleasure. His voice had fallen a bit in pitch but had not yet broken and he was told that it probably never would. Neither would he ever need a razor. He would never develop a man's strength, but would be only as strong as a woman, and he could expect to become fat, especially on the thighs, hips, and rump.And so it was. Tommy became very long-legged, weak, chubby, and beardless and retained a high voice though not actually incongruously so. Luckily, he did not develop gynecomastia and, so, did not have to deal with breasts. Psychologically, though, he was profoundly damaged. He had never forgotten his last orgasm, brought about by being cornholed like a fairy, and it undermined his self-esteem, even though, his masculinity had been destroyed when he lost his balls. He became docile, submissive, and passive. His masculine assertiveness and competitiveness had faded away. Before he was ruined, he knew what he wanted to be, an engineer. Now, he wasn't sure if he wanted to become anything.. An occasional glance in the mirror showed that he was beginning to look rather grotesque with his small chubby trunk, very long legs, narrow shoulders, and wide hips. Tommy never went down to the old swimming hole again. He didn't want the other boys to see his sexless body. He had to walk five miles each way to and from high school and that was enough exercise. He managed to get excused from gym classes. Still, behind his back, he was called a fat scarecrow. Though he had hardly ever thought about marriage and parenthood when they were still possibilities in his future, once they had become impossible, he began to long for them. Given only the slim lead that Tommy's assailant must have studied anatomy or medicine, Sheriff Klinger had no plausible suspects for Tommy's rape and castration. All that he could do was to wait until the "queer sex fiend" struck again, and strike he did. This time, his victim, a drunken college student in the park, died. While Jeff Crowther, a freshman at State, was passed out drunk in the park, his pants and underpants were pulled down and he was raped. He awoke and tried to get up and escape his assailant, but the rapist stamped on his testicles and the shock killed him. Again, no witnesses, no evidence. The breakthrough came when he tried to rape 16-year-old Billy Hendrix in the cemetery. Billy was a bit small for his age, but he was wiry, tough, and strong. When the rapist grabbed Billy by the neck, Billy spun around before he had a good grip and kneed him in the balls. When the man bent over, Billy kneed him in the face, breaking his nose and several teeth. Billy knew Tommy and knew Tommy"s story and was immediately convinced that his assailant was Tommy's assailant. Billy didn't hesitate to punch him in both kidneys hard and then rabbit punch him to the back of the neck. A passerby came running over and Billy told him "He tried to strangle me from behind and I had to get rough with him. While Billy watched over his attacker, the passerby fetched some rope and they tied him up, Then he went to the Sheriff's office and fetched some deputies to carry the man to jail..Dr. Humber, the vet, identified the man as Simon Schraege, his assistant, a man who had studied veterinary medicine and therefore had some knowledge of animal anatomy, at least. The case against Schraege was a weak one. The deputies having phoned Sheriff Klinger, he arrived toute de suite and questioned Schraege intensively. He responded with sullen silence or streams of obscenity and invective. He slipped up once, though when he said "You can't prove I raped anybody. " No one had accused him yet of raping anybody. Sheriff Klinger did not believe in allowing justice to be stymied by technicalities. Fetching a short length of rubber hose and a pair of pliers, he said "Leave me alone with him for a while." There was a windowless storeroom in the building and the handcuffed and hobbled prisoner was brought there followed by the sheriff with his hose and pliers. There were no witnesses to whatever went on in that storeroom, but it was not soundproof and bloodcurdling screams were heard from it. After about a half hour, the sheriff poked his head out the door and told one of the deputies to come in. A few minutes later, the three men emerged from the room. Simon Schraege was bent over and moaning. Sheriff Klinger was carrying a signed and witnessed confession. Simon Schraege had confessed to the rape and castration of Tommy Knowles, the rape and murder of Jeff Crowther, and the attack on Billy Hendrix.. At his trial, he made a feeble attempt to repudiate the confession , with little help from the Public Defender, and, when forced to admit that the confession was in his own handwriting and that the signature was his, abandoned this defence. Of course, the confession was surely obtained under duress (specifically the "third degree"), Schraege could not prove it. It was his word against the Sheriff's and the deputy's. The Public Defender managed to convince the jury that Simon Schraege had not intended to kill Jeff Crowther, only to castrate him. After much deliberation, he was convicted of second degree murder and sentenced to life in prison, considering the aggravating circumstances which were considered to make him unworthy of clemency. Whatever satisfaction this decision gave to Tommy did not make up for the fact that he was sexless and looked like a freak. By way of some kind of closure, an arsonist burned down the William T. Auburn bridge about a year after Tommy's rape and castration. |