Immediately one of the black youths comes forward and puts his hands around the man's waist. He loosens the ties to the jockstrap then pulls it down and takes it away. You cannot believe your eyes (then you remember that the image from your eyes is just an illusion anyway, since you are now, at best, a one-eyed trouser snake). The old man has no cock and balls! Instead there is just a void of smooth black skin with a small opening which you presume is for pissing out of..
"At last", he is saying, "I can take from the white man what they took from me". Then to the black youths, "You know some of this this already, but I'll tell ya again so that if there are any gaps in the story ya'll have 'em filled. In that hick town where I ended up working when I was 20, they discovered that I was fuckin' the sheriff's young son. He was a skinny punk who practic'ly begged me to take his virgin cherry off him so that he'd have more experience when he got to college. Well, one day they found the two of us in the barn on the other side of the farm. The sheriff knew his son was queer, but could hardly admit it in that God-fearing hole - least that's what his excuse was. So three of the farm-workers were fetched and took me to an ol' barn. There they castrated me like I was a boy-calf. One of the workers mentioned that steers can still get erections, so they cut off my dick as well. Last thing I saw of the town was from the back of a truck - cos they bundled me off on a train to the city as fast as they could. Since then it's been driving me crazy with the thought of getting a boy like that sheriff's son. With the help of a bit of traditional Indian learning, I still will."
Drey turns you around so that the balls that used to be your legs are pointing towards the old eunuch. Then Drey lowers you so that you are touching the old man's crotch. He speaks again to the black youths.
"It's time".