Emily’s New Job Part 2

The week brought eleven procedures and Emily carried out three of those - four of the men had become excited and Emily was pleased that one of those was 'hers'. She knew that Mrs Fisher had sensed the man's sexual tension when he was wheeled in, and had watched her re-position the trolley under the theatre light - whilst touching the man whenever possible - his chest, arms and stomach, all the time letting him feel her warm breath on him. He was erect even before Emily began sensually tying his balls up, and Mrs Fisher's hand was soon on his penis - moving the erection this way and that as Emily noosed his balls tightly with the cord. The antiseptic was applied whilst Mrs Fisher's hand gently squeezed and released his organ. The whole thing was almost blatant but Emily knew that it would never be freely admitted to afterwards - it was an unwritten rule. The Geldress had unnecessarily asked Nurse Swain (Karen) to check the man's pulse as he seemed to be highly stressed and agitated. This was a cue for the other three nurses to come forward so that the man was now surrounded by six women staring at his vulnerability. His feverish gaze took them in - the full-bodied Geldress standing close to the trolley - her body actually touching his naked hip whilst her hand was almost imperceptibly pumping his now rock-hard penis, the outrageously young-looking girl between his strapped apart thighs, sylph-like and school-girlish in figure with pert apple-like little breasts pushing at her uniform - her piercing blue eyes looking into his beneath her black fringe of hair - he felt her hand posessively clutching his ballooned balls and somehow sensed cool metal in the vicinity of his trussed testicles. He saw a pretty young red-headed nurse, a blond nurse in her early thirties and an italian-looking nurse with sexy brown eyes. He then watched the hard-looking brunette reaching for his wrist - his sexual tormentress of these past nine days. She had teased the permanently straight-jacketed and gagged man ever more - slapping his frequent erections and his testicles, baring her superb breasts to him and holding his sex organs whilst telling him that he was going to be made into a eunuch and that there was nothing he could do about it. Then last night she had climbed aboard his supine and strapped body, and facing him had lifted her skirt to show him her white-knickered crotch just centimetres from his large pulsing erection before moving forward and actually gently rubbing her knickered crotch against the underside of his column, allowing him to feel her moist excitement through the material - finally closing her thighs on his thrusting penis. The whole thing was quite unbelievable to him - especially when she started cooing quietly "You sex-offender bastard - don't you realise what's going to be done to you tomorrow? We're going to geld you! I suppose you'd like to come against my pussy wouldn't you - to shoot up onto my nice clean white-uniformed breasts - well you aren't going to - you're going to punished properly, permanently - so that this big thing of yours can't display itself to women or young girls ever again. If I had my way do you know what I'd do? I'd take this big hard-on of yours and cut it off too", she had ringed the root of his column with her thumb and fore-finger to demonstrate where she would cut - squeezing to add emphasis. This, combined with the constant slow friction of her crotch and thighs against his manhood, and her sensuous tones, not to mention the swell of her breasts above him - triggered his imminent release. Karen, sensing his imminence, had quickly reached under her buttocks to clasp his balls and squeeze them hard, hissing - "NO" as pain suddenly racked his body. His penis had slowly deflated between her clamping thighs and crotch as he jerked in his straps against the pain.

Here he was now, in the theatre - his time as a man short as his tormentrss of the previous night pressed against him and felt his pulse in a lingering manner. The man's chest heaved - all around him sexy women looked at him - alternating their gazes between his tense features and his hugely erect penis with it's glistening dome, firmly held by Mrs Fisher - each woman noting that Emily had now positioned the gelding shears around his balls. At that point Mrs Fisher gave a little fillip to to the man's firmly held organ. He ejaculated violently and screamed his massive sexual release into his gag. His seed, after endless teasing literally fired itself over his head spattering the red-headed nurse's white uniform and lashed out again as Mrs Fisher said firmly, but with repressed sexual passion simply "Do him." Incredibly another gout of his white seed lashed onto the spotless theatre floor - the italian girls plimsolls squeaking on the polished floor as she quickly side-stepped to avoid the man's seed hitting her feet. Emily's hand instantly squeezed as hard as she could on the man's balls, pulling hard at the same time - but his orgasm was happening - then she closed the shears on his stretched sac. His balls came quickly away in her hand - blood oozing onto her - she was still squeezing them hard, which caused one testicle to come out of the sac and fall onto the floor at her feet, leaving blood on her uniform. The man's euphoric orgasm was suddenly turned to pain as his fourth spurt of seed jerked from his iron-hard erection - still being clutched by Mrs Fisher - his sexual scream turning to a scream of pain - his body jerking fantastically in the unforgiving straps. The women were fascinated to see that two more oozes of come issued from his still erect penis, which remained hard longer than any man's had for some time. Emily surveyed the scene of what was by far the most 'messy' castration to date. The man was shining with sweat, there was an incredible amount of sperm across the man, on the floor and even on a nurse, and blood trailed down Emily's uniform to the man's testicle lying on the floor. Strangely, the women remained business-like and quietly went about their tasks as the man still rocked and moaned on the trolley. Emily and Karen exchanged glances as the man was wheeled out - each woman privately re-living the recent 'spectacular' event. Within minutes, the man's testicles had been placed in the waste bucket, uniforms had been wiped down and his copious come had been wiped from the again spotless floor. That night, pretty little red-headed Louise held her sperm stained uniform against her dainty nose, smelling the man's final seed emission as she re-lived the events again, and had one of the best orgasms of her young life.