The Origen Club is a gentleunuchs' social club. Five applicants for membership tell their stories. 

   The Origen Club is a social club for gentleunuchs which meets monthly in Gotham. To be accepted into full membership, an applicant must have castrated himself. Those who have paid others , be they physicians or cutters, to perform the castration qualify only for associate membership.

   The applicant for membership must demonstrate to the assembled members at a regular meeting that he is, indeed, a eunuch and must explain the reasons for his self-castration and the method employed.

   At the April 11 meeting, five applicants presented themselves. The first was Tom Wolverton, a tall, slender young eunuch of 22. Though visibly embarrassed, tom dropped his grey slacks and Calvin Klein briefs to expose a shriveled flaccid penis which he held up to expose an empty scrotum with two dark scars on the front of it. After pulling up his briefs and slacks, he explained his loss.

   "I didn't intend to castrate myself. It was an accident. I was home from college for summer vacation and Mom asked me to hang up a flower pot on the back porch. She wanted it hung from the beam under the eaves of the porch roof. I set up a stepladder beside the railing but found that it was too far in. The beam was out beyon the railing and I couldn't reach it from the ladder.

   Now, that  railing was 36 inches high and I could easily reach the beam by standing on it. I was twisting a hook into the beam to hang the flower pot from when I encountered a hard spot, maybe a knot, in the wood. Without thinking, I gave the hook some body English and my feet slipped off the railing, one on each side. My inseam is 28 inches, so, I alighted squarely on that railing squarely on my balls, smashing them. So, there I was, high-centered on that damn' railing resting on my shattered balls.

   I fell off the railing onto the stepladder and off it again onto the porch floor screaming so loud I nearly broke my voice-box. When Mom came out I was rolling around on the floor holding what used to be my balls with both hands, screaming, and puking. Mom ran into the house to call an ambulance and I passed out. When I came to, I was in a hospital bed and not in much pain, though my crotch was very sore. My balls didn't last long enough to really break my fall and so, the nerves and blood vessels in the perineum were crushed . Over an inch of the pudendal nerve, the sensory nerve of the penis, was destroyed.

   When I asked the doctor how badly I was hurt, he tried to break the news gradually. First, he told me I'd never have any kids, then he admitted that I didn't have any balls any more, and finally, he told me that I'd never feel anything in my dick again. He asked me about my sex life and I answered bitterly 'What sex life ? All I've ever done is jerk off.' He said that he was sorry to have to tell me that I wouldn't be able to do that any more, either . 

   If I were gay, I suppose I could enjoy sodomy, but I'm straight, so I guess I'm out of luck."

         There was some debate as to whether Tom qualified for full membership inasmuch as he did not castrate himself deliberately, but he was finally approved by a 2/3 majority , 12 out of 18 full members present and voting.

   The second applicant was Leon Borowski who had the look of a gone-to-seed athlete, bull-necked and barrel-chested, but soft. He was wearing work pants which he dropped, followed by boxer shorts, exposing a short but very thick uncircumcised penis which he held up to show that he had no scrotum, only three ragged scars where it had hung. His story follows.

   "I'm kid-simple, what you call a pedophile. I never hurt none of them boys, just groped 'em, jerked 'em off, and blew 'em.. People didn't use to make as much of a fuss about that as they do now. Most boys I knew got their first blow job from old Charley down at Palmer's Drug Store. So did their old men when they were boys. Everybody knew about it. Well, everybody's uptight about it now. It got so they had me feelin' bad about it too. I started worrying that some kid might decide

he didn't enjoy it after all and would shoot his mouth off. Then, some altar boy offed  himself  because the priest was messing around with him. I'd never imagine a kid would feel that bad about it. I figured I'd better leave boys alone from then on. Only problem was I was too horny and too used to screwin' around with boys and  didn't think I'd be able to keep my hands off 'em.

   So, I decided I'd have to de-nut myself. Well, what the hell. I'm 30 years old and I've had  17 years of fun with boys. I started thinkin' I ought to make it real painful to punish myself for "abusin' " them kids. So, I figured out a way to rip my nuts out. That oughta be a real punishment.

   I mounted a pulley on the front edge of a wooden chair. I bought 100 lbs of plumber's lead in 5-lb. ingots. Then I had a buddy of mine strap me into the chair with 5 web belts. Two of 'em strapped my claves to the legs of the chair just below my knees. Two of 'em strapped my arms to the arms of the chair just below the elbows, and one long belt strapped my belly to the back of the chair. I'd already tied a length of sash cord to my balls andplassed it thru the pulley . Russ tied the other end of the sash cord to a bucket. Then I had Russ put lead ingots in the bucket one at a time. 

   The first 25 pounds didn't hurt too much. The pull stretched my bag and my cords and I could feel the pull way up inside me. From then on, though, it started to hurt worse and worse.I got most of the rest of this explanation from the doctor. The cremasteric muscles, which pull the balls up out of harm's way, are attached to the abdominal wall. They support the weight of the balls. They weren't made to support lead ingots. As Russ added ingots, the strain in my groins got worse and worse. 

   All of a sudden, there was a stab of fierce pain in  my right groin and a big hernia popped out. I'd torn the abodminal wall on that side. Now only the ducts, blood vessels, and nerves were supporting the weight on the right. That put all the weight on the left cremaster and cord. When Russ added the 8th ingot, the left groin let go and I was ruptured on both sides. The bucket dropped 4 inches and I could feel the pull tearin' at something deep in my crotch near the base of my dick. 45 lbs and the pain was God-awful. The vasa deferentia were tearing away from my prostate gland and ripping it to pieces. 50 lbs. I screamed as my prostate gland was ripped to shreds. Nothing with any strength was supporting my balls and the ingots now, just my bag and the arteries, veins, and nerves of my cords. 

   Everything was stretched as far as it could go. The skin of my bag began to rip. Once it started, there was nothing to stop the tear. My bag tore away, what was left of the cords tore loose, and the bucket fell with a "clank" to the floor. I was de-nutted. Russ called 911 and left. I wouldn't explain nothin' to the cops. They asked what the fuck I was tryin' to do and  told 'em it was none of their fuckin' business.All the nerves that made my dick work got ripped out along with my prostate gland, so I can't use it for nothin' but pissin' now."

   There was some objection to Mr.Borowski's vulgarity and to his moral character as a pedophile, but it was generally agreed that he had done the right thing to atone for his pedophilia and he was admitted.

   The third applicant, Roger Hamilton, was also the oldest, 38 years old. He carefully removed his Gucci slacks and Bill Blass briefs to expose a small circumcised penis behind which there was nothing but a single neat scar. His story was delivered tersely and with a note of pride in his voice.

   "I have nither the patience nor the endurance of Mr. Borowski. I could not have sat there patiently enduring agony as my testicles were torn from my body an inch at a time. I decided to get it over with as quickly as possible.

   I am homosexual. I am in no way ashamed of that. However, to my dismay, I am submissive, a "bottom." This conflicts with my masculine self-image. I have always felt that a man, to be worthy of his testicles, must be dominant. In business and in my social life, I am dominant; some would doubtless say "domineering." I have long been troubled by this conflict. I feel that I should be dominant sexually also. Yet, I do not enjoy taking the dominant role in sodomy. I have no interest in oral sex and consider it demeaning. But,  I experience intense sexual satisfaction in submitting to sodomy which I do not feel in performing the act.

   The only way I could feel right about submission would be if I were impotent and, therefore, incapable of being a "top." I felt that by submitting to sodomy I was betraying my testicles. Therefore, I became interested in castration. If I had no testicles, I could not betray them. If this made me impotent, I could not be a top. Therefore, I must rid myself of my testicles.

   But, "If 'twere done, when 'tis done, 'twere best 'twere done quickly." I, therefore , devised the apparatus shown in these photographs which I shall pass around. There is a chair, much like Mr. Borowski's on the seat of which is mounted a piece of 5/16" steel plate. Above this is a wooden framework which serves to hold upright a 6-foot length of 4" i.d. Shelby tubing which has been modified only to the extend of milling a 1" X 1" slot along its length at the lower end. The rest of the apparatus consists of a 3.75"o.d.  by 12 inch long billet of steel which slides easily within the Shelby tube and is supported by an electromagnet the current to which can be interrupted by a NC pushbotton switch.

   I had myself strapped into the chair by a friend with the Shelby tube resting around and over my testicles, the cords and scrotumpassing out through the slot in the end of the tubing. The steel rammer was suspended over the open end of the tube by the electromagnet. Whenever I was ready, I had only to press the pushbutton, interrupting the current to the electromagnet and dropping the rammer six feet onto my testicles which ought instantly to derstroy them completely. I found the device to work exactly as intended. I pressedthe button and screamed as my testicles ceased to exist. The impact also destroyed the scrotum.

   Rather than involve the police, I had already arranged for an ambulance to come when called to take me to a private hospital.The matter was handled discretely and I was home recuperating the next day. The effect has been as anticipated."

   There was no discussion of this applicant. The next applicant was a cheerful-looking handsome lad  of 18,Jack Willis. Jack dropped his blue jeans and showed the members that he had no

testicles or scrotum.  He laughed and, removing a large firecracker from his pocket, told us his story..

   "I'm surprised at the high-tech solutions to the problem of getting rid of a pair of balls that I've seen this evening. This is all I used, an M-80. I'm queer, and in my family and my home town, in a certain very large, very macho state, that's poison. Everyone I know back home detests queers. Their attitude ranges from contempt to loathing. By the time I was 14, I knew that I was queer. I have no interest in girls and guys turn me on. You may have noticed that I've got a big dick. I used to get a hardon very easily. I hated to go to gym classes in school because , no matter how hard I tried to keep my eyes off them, guys with big dicks and balls attracted me and I'd stare at them in the locker room and the showers, and usually, I'd get a hard-on. Too many guys were starting to notice it and I realized that, if I didn't do something about it soon, I'd be getting the shit beaten out of me.

   On a couple of summer vacations in Pennsylvania, I'd had a chance to blow a couple of cousins of mine and I knew that that was what I wanted to do, be a cocksucker. But, for that I didn't need either balls or a dick. So, It seemed a no-lose situation, If I got rid of my balls, I might not be queer any more because I'd have no sex urge or, if I was still queer, I wouldn't get revealing hardons. I happened to hear about a kid who lost his dick because, somehow, a firecracker went off in his pocket. That gave me the idea.

   On the 4th of July, six years ago, I was sitting in a deck chair in my back yard lighting and throwing firecrackers. When no one was in sight for a minute, I lit a M-80 and tucked it under my balls. Three seconds later, there was a loud explosion and a louder scream. I jumped up, got all tangled  in the deck chair and rolled around on the ground holding my smouldering crotch. I told the police that I'd dropped a firecracker that I'd been about to throw and it fell down between my legs and, before I could get up, it went off. Everybody believed me.If I'd known that not everybody has the same attitude toward queers as the folks back home. I wouldn't have done that to myself." 

   Jack was accepted without discussion.

   The fifth applicant was Sylvain LaVigne, a 28 year old outdoorsman, guide, sometime prospector, and trapper. He admitted that he was drunk when he castrated himself and would not have done it had he been sober. 

   When he dropped his Levi's, he exposed the largest penis any of us had ever seen on a human being. It hung far out of the left leg of his boxer shorts. There was a short stump of a scrotum and spermatic cords behind it. 

   "When it's hard, and it still gets hard sometimes, this thing is 11½ inches long and 8 inches around. Right now, it's only a little over 9" long and 7" around. I bet all of you think you'd love to have a dick like this. Well, you're WRONG ! It's a curse. I'm a FREAK ! Worse yet, far worse, is that this thing is a deadly weapon which killed the woman I love.

   My girlfriend hoped she could somehow accomodate this thingand we could get married. We tried all sorts of positions. Lying on our sides worked, but it wasn't comfortable. The missionary position was impossible. The doggy position was a bit better, but we read that it could damage her ovaries. Then she suggested that I lie on my back and Alice would get on top of me and lower herself onto it just the right distance. 

   When we tried it, Alice slipped and impaled herself on it. Alice screamed and I pulled out as fast as I could. My prick was all bloody. I drove her to the hospital as fast as I could, honking my horn the whole 35 miles. It was too late. Alice died of a ruptured uterus in the Emergency Room. Thank God, the police recognized that it was an accident. I was devastated. I really loved that woman. 

   I determined to give up sex for life. I bought a fifth of bourbon and went back to my cabin and proceeded to tie one on. I knew that I couldn't give up sex as long as I had balls, so, I tied off my bag with fishline and waited until my balls were icy cold. Then I cut them off with my hunting knife and buried them behind the cabin. Nothing, fancy, just fishline and a knife. Two days later, I walked back to town for Alice's funeral. Until now, nobody else has known about what I did to myself.I"ve lost interest in women, so I accomplished my purpose. I'll never kill another woman with this monster between my legs."

   Sylvain was also elected to full membership.  Meeting adjourned at 9:35 P.M.