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In 1973 I was born in Pasadena Texas. My parents worked at a restaurant there. We were one of only a few Japanese living there. In 1992 I moved to Port Arthur where I got a job as a header for a shrimp boat. I just needed the job and it was a good way to make a living and all the shrimp you could eat. My mistake was being an oriental at the wrong time and place. The 90’s was when the problems with the Vietnamese fisherman started in the Gulf. I worked for a Caucasian captain, but I wasn’t well known except to a few other fishermen. One night I was walking home. A group of white guys started following me. I asked them what they wanted. They started calling me ‘Charlie’ and ‘Gook’. I kept walking. Then one of them pulled a gun on me. Someone took out some rope and tied my hands behind me. A car came up and they told me to get in. I sat in the back seat. They drove for a while out of Port Arthur. I kept asking what they wanted. They kept laughing and drinking some beer. I told them I didn’t do anything and to let me go. They waved the gun at me and told me to shut up. I kept quiet. They put a bag over my head so I couldn’t see anymore. The last thing I saw was the interstate sign to Beaumont. We drove onto gravel road. Then the car stopped. They took me out. I was taken into some building and put on a chair. They took the bag off my head. I was in a barn or some farm building. The floor was concrete but there were some hay bales and stalls in it. They were pretty drunk and I was scared. They started calling some people and said they ‘got one’. I still didn’t know what was happening. I thought they were going to kill me. Other people started showing up. Men and women, maybe 20 or more. Finally, they pulled me in front of everyone. Two big fat guys held me.
A third guy said ‘Boy you is fucking up our business. We had a good thing going and you all come in and fuck it up.’ I had no idea what he was talking about. ‘You god damn Vietnamese are driving us out of business’ So that was it. I said I wasn’t Vietnamese, I was Japanese American. I didn’t have any accent. He said ‘God damn it boy, shut up!’ and he slugged me. I was gasping for air. ‘Well we got a way in Texas of taking care of you people. Make sure there ain’t any more of you to keep fucking us up!’ They untied my hands. ‘Boy strip!’ I stood there looking at him. ‘I said strip! Butt naked!’ He pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I nearly peed in my pants. I took off my clothes. All the time the other people were laughing and gawking. ‘Scrawny thing aren’t you’ he said. I tried covering my genitals. He told me to keep my hands straight down. ‘Not Much of a Man are you’ he laughed staring at my genitals. They all laughed. ‘Get it up boy’ I didn’t know what he wanted so I stood there doing nothing. ‘I said get it up boy! Lets see what you got!’ He was looking at my genitals and I knew what he wanted me to do. I didn’t move. ‘God damn it boy! Don’t make me mad!’ and he pointed the gun at me again. I started to cry. I held my penis out. ‘Get it hard!’ I played with it, but I couldn’t get it up. I guess I was too scared. Everyone was laughing. ‘Don’t tell me that’s all you got!’ then in a more menacing voice he said, ‘Get it hard!’ I pulled and played with it and finally got it hard. ‘Shit, is that it? Don’t look like you could even get it in. I don’t think this one is a breeder!’ They were all laughing. ‘Come on boy, lets see if that piece of shit works. Squeeze it all out!’ I jerked until I came. I squeezed it out. ‘Damn it boy, did I tell you to stop?’ I started jerking again. I kept doing it. The head was sensitive and I couldn’t keep it very hard. Somehow I managed to come again. ‘Why you stopping?’ I kept jerking. But I couldn’t keep it up. I was crying and saying I couldn’t do it any more. They were all laughing and jeering me. ‘Damn it boy. You made a mess on the floor. Get down on the floor and clean it up. Hands and knees, lick it up! Get it all!’ I got down on the floor and licked up my own sperm. ‘Now move around. Go “Moo”’ I crawled around. ‘Go MOO!’ he said. I said ‘moo’. Every one was laughing. Then someone grabbed me and they bent me over a table. They tied my arms and legs. They stretched me tight so I couldn’t move. ‘Betty, he’s ready’ A big fat blonde came up holding a red hot iron. It had a big letter ‘T’ maybe four inches tall. I tried to get away but I couldn’t move. ‘This is for TEXAS!’ she said and pressed it to my right ass cheek. I screamed. It burned and I could hear it sizzling. There was a smell the burning flesh. Everyone was laughing and whooping it up. She finally pulled the iron away and I almost passed out. I thought they might let me go now. ‘From that pitiful show I think this boy is a virgin. Think this boy has ever done it? Naw. Well boy, we wouldn’t want you to be a virgin forever. Any ladies want to help him out?’ A young girl, maybe in her twenties came up. I couldn’t see what they were doing. Then I felt someone spread my ass open. ‘Right there honey’ I felt something push against my asshole. It was slippery. I was too weak to fight them. Then there was some pressure and a final push. I screamed. She pushed it in deep and then pulled it back and forth. I cried out, tears were flowing from my eyes. I never felt such pain in my life. It felt like someone was ripping out my asshole. It hurt like nothing you can describe. Finally the pain subsided. I was whimpering and crying on the table while that girl continued to pump my ass with whatever it was. Then I found out. I felt a shock that made me scream again. It was a cattle prod! She gave me several jolts and I thought I would explode each time. ‘That’s enough honey.’ She pulled it out and I just totally collapsed. ‘Well boy, maybe now we can call you a man! We’re going to have to beef you up. Make the meat tender too. You’re branded, now we need to fix you.’ They were all laughing again. ‘Know what a steer is? Well you’re about to become one!’ I wanted to fight to get free, but I was totally exhausted, tied and it was useless. Now I really felt exposed. My legs were tied spread apart and bent over like I was everything was exposed from behind. Someone came up behind me and grabbed my balls. I kept thinking, ‘No god, not that!’ I felt a cut and I screamed again. ‘Don’t worry son, we know what we’re doing. We’ve got thousands of steers on the ranch! Any ladies want the final honors? Susie, Mary, Katey, come on don’t be shy. He’s got two. Ok Mary and Tess.’ I kept saying ‘No. Please don’t.’ There wasn’t much pain really, but I felt them pull a testicle out and there was something going on, I guess they were tying off the cords. Then I felt a tug and the pressure released suddenly. ‘One gone! You can keep it for a souvenir honey.’ Then I felt them pull the other one out. And the same thing. And I knew they were gone. I cried the whole time. I felt them close the opening stitching it shut. ‘Boy, or what should I call you now? Well, you are now fixed. You get out of here and don’t let us catch you fishing our waters again, hear? If you do, we’ll take your little toy next time.’ He ran a knife or some other sharp object under my penis to emphasize his words. They put me in the car, covered my head and took me back to Port Arthur. I was dumped on the street they picked me up on. I was still naked. I guess someone called the police and I was picked up. They actually arrested me for indecent exposure. I was taken to a hospital and given an exam. The doctor there said whoever cut me did a good job. There wasn’t any infection and the vessels had been tied properly. I didn’t care about any of that. My parents drove over and picked me up from the hospital. I had to stay in town for the indecent exposure. I was let go after I explained to the lawyer what happened. It was in the police report, but I guess they still have to talk to a judge to drop the charges. They never found the people who did this to me. I don’t even think they tried. I heard from the detectives that there were several cases like mine, but most were reluctant to say much. They picked up naked castrated Asians about two or three times a month. Most disappeared after being released. Since I was born and raised here I was one of the few who said anything. But the result was nothing was done. They couldn’t find anything since I couldn’t tell them where I was taken and I didn’t know any of the people that were involved. I think the worst part was my parents knowing what happened. They wouldn’t look at me. They kept turning away. I guess they felt shame for me. A castrated son is not what you would be especially proud of. I moved back to Pasadena for a while then to California. Since then I have had reconstructive surgery. California has a mutilated male program that provides assistance in the operation. I have artificial testicles now and get hormone shots once a month. Since they didn’t cut my sac off, the replacement wasn’t difficult. But I have never tried to have sex since that night. I have erections sometimes when I wake up, but I never tried to masturbate. The doctors say I can have a normal sex life, but of course no kids. I keep thinking maybe it won’t come or that it will fail at the critical moment. I guess it’s mostly psychological, but I’m afraid to try. At least I can still pretend to be a man.
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