My Emasculation - pinned skinned and removed

Sofi had a note book from which to guide the questions. She started.

“Where were you last night?”

I answered, “I stayed in my student accommodation, I did nothing special, just watched the TV.”

She went on, “did you meet anyone or were you on your own?”

“I was on my own, did nothing special, I didn’t even go out for a walk as it was raining”, I replied.

Sofi retorted, “you went out in the evening and hid in the brushes near the school playing field, a friend of ours was walking by, you jumped out and pulled her in the field. There was an old caravan in the dense woods - you took her in there at knife point, raped her, including anal and oral sex, beat her and then left, didn’t you?”

I was panicking now, I shouted my answer, “no way, I have never hurt anyone, I would never do that.”

“So can you explain this?”, pulling out a credit card sized plastic wallet from the drawer. “It contains a business card with your name on it, a passport photo of you, some notes with your address and phone number?, it was dropped out of your pocket in the caravan, we found it the next day.”

I said “that’s not my wallet, it has my photo and card in, but it’s not mine. Anyway did this woman see my face as the rapist?”

Sarah answered this time “yes, it was the same person in the photo, you made the mistake of using the torch on your phone to light the room, an old Nokia phone, the same one as you have now, she also noticed some other aspects of the person who raped her.”

Sarah then added some further details, “the man wore briefs, grey mini briefs much like the ones you are wearing. We did our homework to check on prevalence - checking marketing material related to clothing using a well known British database and less than 10% of British males in the late teenage age bracket wear briefs, whilst 90% wear boxer shorts of boxer briefs”. She went on “I realise that your are wearing white briefs now, but you’ll understand the relevance.”

She pulled off the cover to demonstrate the fact.

She was correct about the underpants, no one else in college or previously at school wore underpants, just me. I was shy, so at college I would always change in a cubicle if attending sport or swimming. At school, it was worse: all the boys undressed together in one large room, and many had teased me mercilessly.

The situation had its roots at home. My mother and older sister always bought me briefs for Christmas and birthdays, despite my protests for boxer shorts. My mother insisted boxers were harmful, that they would somehow cause a drooping scrotum. I argued that briefs were outdated and uncomfortable, but they never listened. Money was tight; as a student, I lived on a bare allowance my mother could barely spare. I could hardly spend that on some boxer shorts.

Anyway at least I was not wearing Y fronts which were even worse, despite having a large selection at my home.

I was getting scared now, I did not know what to say, so just reiterated that it wasn’t me.

Sofi went on, “we heard you in the bar telling everyone how the girls liked you and you had many girlfriends - we were there, we heard you and believe you.”

I retorted “I was just kidding them, I don’t even have a girlfriend.”

She added “you said you have sex often, I guess it’s just that you have sex with unsuspecting innocent ladies; there have been many rapes near the college recently and you did them, didn’t you?”

I was sweating now, saying, “no way, it wasn’t me”. I was shy to say it but realised I had too, “I am still a virgin, I have never had sex with a woman.”

Sarah said “it’s okay, we will check you later.”

Sofi pressed further, describing how the man had been shaved completely bare. Her eyes then scanned my body. “Your underarms are smooth,” she stated, “and your legs are nearly hairless.”

Her voice turned clinical as she asked, “May I check?”

A cold dread washed over me, knowing I had shaved below already. “No, please don’t,” I insisted. “If you think I’m the one, just call the police. Let them decide.”

Sarah grew angry. “The police would do nothing,” she retorted. “You’d get a year in jail at most, then be free to attack again. We can’t allow that.” She cut off my repeated requests for the police with a threat: “Keep mentioning them, and we’ll gag you. We will use our own methods to stop you for good.”

Ignoring me, Sofi pulled down my underpants slightly to uncover my pubis. “Look,” she said, gesturing to the monitors, “you’re completely bald down there - like a newborn.”

Talking more aggressively she said “we checked publicly available information and fashion magazine data with a view on male pubic hair grooming and hair styles for your age group. Forty percent keep their intimate hair natural, fifty five percent do some grooming, whilst only five percent are completely bare. Not only are you rare, but also strange.”

“Why do you do this?” Sarah demanded. “It looks weird. You don’t look like a man; you look like a little boy.” I stayed silent.

Sofi went on, “the next evidence we have is that the rapist was circumcised - our friend could clearly see this with the light provided, she was also orally penetrated and noticed the lack of a foreskin on the man.”

I didn’t know what to say, but said “it definitely wasn’t me.”

She also said she checked UK government and national health service data, stating “the UK had a low circumcision rate of 17%, however as this also includes people from the Muslim and Jewish faith communities, which makes up 15% of the UK population - this means that less than 2% of UK born Caucasians are circumcised.”

She left me to think for a while…

“Now we can clearly see the outline of you exposed glans through your tight fitting white underpants”, stated Sarah while pointing at the televisions in the room.

“It’s maybe that you just retract your foreskin all the time, however I guess this would be uncomfortable.”

Sofi interrupted saying “we should check to be sure”, she took hold of my pants and pulled them down to sit next to the straps holding my legs. I felt the sweat on my face increasing and started to drip from my ears.

They both looked in disgust as they looked down at my exposed penis. Sofi went to get some gloves and passed a pair to Sarah, saying “I won’t touch that thing with my bare hands, it looks disgusting.”

They said that it was well used and it was unlikely I was a virgin, Sofi interrupted saying “maybe he masturbates too much, he looks like a wanker.”

Sarah took hold of it and tried to pull the skin forward, stating “see there no skin covering of the crown, he is definitely cut, also there is a colour difference and a scar which is common in circumcised cocks.” She looked at me stating “I am a nurse and have seen a few penises in my time.”

With an angry tone Sarah added “lastly the rapist had a short penis, quite wide glans, like a mushroom - our friend said that the man had a length of around 4 1/2 erect and 3 1/2 flaccid. She said it was the smallest she had seen, let us check you.”

They pulled out a ruler from the drawer and held up my flaccid penis. They each agreed that it was 3 1/2 inches. Sarah then pulled it up, to demonstrate the erect length - this was measured at 4 1/2 inches.