At first, the smell was quite weak, and I believed it to be a temporary odor. At that point I was ready to sleep, and didn’t attach much importance to such happenings. I complacently entered the bathroom, without any semblance of a worry, pulled down my garments. I waited an waited, but my body failed to produce anything. I looked down, and observed a pair of horrendously damaged testicles. The testicles were gushing blood, and one testicle looked like it had fallen through the tear, half of it dangling out. At first I was shocked by the sheer damage that had been done, completely unable to feel the pain associated with such an injury. But I, an intelligent man, leaped into action soon after, wiping away the blood to reveal a pair of white testicles. I quickly pulled my pants up, ran downstairs and grabbed my brand new chef knife and a roll of duct tape and set to work in the bathroom. I, carefully aiming my knife above my testicles but well clear of my penis, began to slice in a direction lateral to my balls. The scrotum came off cleanly, and dropped into the toilet with a little splash. I quickly cut a piece of duct tape and attached it so that no innards were exposed. Thankfully, I had not cut into my urethra, and I was able to piss afterwards.