Hot Spring Hotel
TESTICLES
` Driving down a long valley I noticed glitter along what had always been just
trees and grass. `

A small sign on the road said. "Hot Springs Hotel"

Down a long gravel driveway stood a large dilapidated hotel, surrounded by
rows of cars. The hill behind was dotted with tents.

Some of the stucco had come off and some of the walls stood without a roof. A
new sign read "Entrance" with a red arrow pointing down an alley between the
grand stucco portch and what looked like a roofless outbuilding. The small
alley had mowed, watered grass and a flagstone path to a door in the back
wall.

At the side of the door was a shoe brush and a sign at eye level, "Please
brush shoes before entering." I brushed my shoes and opened the door.

The smell of roasting garlic hit me.

A lady was sitting on a small wooden bench putting shoes on a child.

A large glass curio held some old china, rusted farm artifacts, old photos and
newspaper clippings about the hotel.

There was a wall of cubby holes for shoes. It was full and pairs of shoes
covered the half of the vestibule that wasn't carpeted.

Through an archway to a hall, one side more cubby holes filled with shoes.
(8X12 twice and the shoes on the floor- over 200 pairs of shoes) The front of
the hall had a unixes restroom. Across from the vestibule was a large room
with sofas and tables where women and children were laughing and chatting,
looking at books together. No TV's or computers but no men either.

A fellow popped his head up in a window and asked if he could help me.

I asked if the Hot springs were open to the public. Yup. $5.00 for the plunge.
$13.00 with the buffet and free with a room. Is this your first time here?

Yeah

The steam room, indoor plunge, shower, and change room are clothing optional,
but put on a suit for the outdoor pool. No glass in the pool areas. Men at the
end of the hall.

I never saw a women's change room or any other openings in the hall.

The change room was huge with four open skylights, two massage tables, two
divider walls with pegs separating three changing benches over 10 feet long.
Pegs with clothes covered the partitions and periferal walls except for two
large round mirrors and one old pedistal sink.

From the change room I found a room with two urinals and four closed toilet
stalls, another door revealed a room with four shower heads, a door to the
steam room, and stairs to an indoor hot pool about 4 feet deep and 20 feet
square. Outside there was one young fellow sunbathing and two women in the
pool.

Nobody to be seen anywhere. Yet there was enough clothing on the pegs for 40
guys. Back in the change room after a plunge and a few minutes in the "all to
Hot" steam room. I noticed another door with a sign hanging "Massage in
Progress"

The door opened and the first five guys out had raging hard ons and multiple
elastrator bands around ther balls. They marched straight down the stairs and
into the indoor pool. The twenty guys following them were eunuchs. some were
old and gray but most were young, fit, trim athletic adults like the five just
banded.

Just then a youngster about 8 years old walked through the change room to the
toilets. No one looked embarassed to be naked without balls in front of a kid.
When the kid left, One guy said. "I guess you've seen. Want to join us?"

Join us how? I asked nervously.

As eunuchs!

No, but I have to admit I am curious. What's it like to be a eunuch?

It's great just ask anyone here.

I know it makes you sterile but wouldn't a vasectomy do?

Once they're gone you won't worry about them any more.

What do you mean worry about them?

You still have them. Once they're gone you'll realize how much they were in
the way. Shifting when you sit. How often you stand and reposssition them. How
anxious they make you. How often you bump or catch them. How aggressive they
make you. Life without them is a lot calmer.

There are five guys down in the pool losing their nus. Why?

Ask them.

Down in the pool there were lots of guys. The guys with the bands kept feeling
them. The eunuchs asking them if they were still OK, and generally being
supportive. Posibly reliving their own castration and offering encouragement.

The warm water loosening their scrotums letting the bands bite tighter while
helping the guys relax.

Finally one of the banded guys complained that he was getting pain in his
balls. One older eunuch said. "Follow me."

I followed him and the five guys back to the massage room where he pulled out
a package of disposable insulin srynges and a pint of "Everclear" grain
alcohol.

The banded guys injected themselves using several injections in different
places until they felt no pain.

I was asked by one of the banded guys if I wanted to join them with some
bands.

I said. "NO."

He said we meet every three years for this. You don't want to wait that long.
Go ahead try it.

Suddenly it hit me that they really wanted me to become a eunuch!!!

I got dressed and out of there faster than a criminal breaking out of prison.

As I left I noticed license plates from Florida, New York, Georgia, Illinois,
New Mexico, Montana, California, Oregon basically from accross the nation.

I don't know, yet, if I'll return in three years, but it has been a curiosity.

PS: Thanks Zoroaster  

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