The Physician's Assistant - An Inspector's Perspective (Part IV)

As the chief inspector, I see a lot of different felons but most of them are not very memorable. First of all, the vast majority of them are overweight, and few have any muscle tone. The average felon that gets castrated is in his late twenties or early thirties, although there are plenty of men outside that range. Still, more than a few have a beer gut, with fat hairy legs and balding heads. When I'm watching that kind of a man losing his balls I tend to be glad for it, as it seems fitting for one thing and I figure our society is better served by taking his DNA out of the gene pool.

But, there are exceptions, and on those rare times when I've been there and seen a really superior physical specimen, I don't forget it. Of all the men I've ever seen, ever, there was this one man that stands out even today and watching him get castrated is a memory I'll always cherish. I ran into him during one of my inspections to the Northeast Correctional Facility, where the felons are strapped to the "Horse" and then their balls are excised out separately. I still prefer that method, and I like seeing a man who has had his bag emptied that way.

This man was an African American, and while that is not that unusual these days, he stood out as a man among men. When I first saw him he had already been strapped to the horse, and they had taken off his chastity belt. His legs were spread and his balls were exposed and ready for the taking. The teenager who was helping with his castration was a cute blond boy, with a baby face and a sparkle in his eye that gave him that vibrant, sexy look. The boy attendant had already given the big felon his shave, so that when I saw him his pubic hair was gone, and his prick was jutting up from his smoothed black skin. His bag was shaved too, and was as smooth as the skin on a baby's ass. When I saw him, I literally gasped. He was the finest specimen of manhood I've ever witnessed, barring none. His legs were massive, and solid muscle, and his black thighs were pulling against the leather straps that bound them, and his muscles rippled as he did so. The man had a strength that was impressive, and as he jerked and pulled he actually bent the bolts that secured the thigh straps to the frame.

His back was chiseled, and covered with sweat, and as he pulled hard with his massive arms you could see every muscle outlined across his back. I've never seen a man sweat like him, and it gave his entire body a wet look, almost as if it was oiled. He never stopped fighting what was happening, refusing until the end to give up on his attempts to get free and to save his bullocks. I watched his hips moving and stared at his buttocks, thrusting, up and down, as he fought against his restraints and struggled to keep them from taking what was making him a man. His ass was beautiful, and perfect, and oh-so-powerful that it's hard to really describe. His legs were spread so far apart that you could see his hole, and it was pink and puckered and ringed with just a few strands of curly hair. The boy had missed those few hairs around his hole, although he had smoothed his crack and done his thighs until they were totally hairless. I stared at the man's ass, tensed and fighting against his bonds, and the power of it was so great that the entire apparatus shook violently as he struggled. I'd never seen a man strong enough to do that, except for him.

His bag of balls wasn’t that big, but it was tight, very tight, and it was all pulled up and about the size of a clinched fist. The skin of his bag had pulled his nuts up high, under his cock, trapping his two nuts and holding his package in one little fist-sized bulge. God his nuts were tight! It was almost as if his balls were hiding, trying to draw themselves up and out of the way. But while his sac of nuts wasn't that impressive, his cock certainly was. There, above his balls, jutting out and under him, was the biggest and most massive prick I've ever seen on a man. It was thick too, very thick, and the big reddish purple head was in stark contrast to the blackness of his pole. Every vein was pronounced, and the length of his cock was at least eleven inches. Eleven inches of man-meat and that is not an exaggeration! He had been circumcised as a baby, and so the big head of his dick was exposed, and the single eye was beaded up with a clear drop of his seed.

The man was buffed in every way a man can be buffed, and he had obviously chiseled his body with long years of work at the gymnasium. His bio said he was an ex-marine, and it was obvious he had the muscles and knew what to do with them. His biceps too were especially thick and powerful, and his arms were massive and impressive. Under his pits there was some curly hair, growing in patches that were emitting a strong, powerful odor. In fact the scent of him permeated the room, his maleness distinct and pungent, the smell of a powerful man whose been working hard. I suppose he hadn't been allowed to shower in at least a few days, and now that he was struggling and desperate and sweating in the hot room, it was something to see. Stretched out across the horse and secured in the cuffs, he could still pull hard, and rock the trestle he was attached to. When he jerked his arms and pulled against the cuffs that were locked to the front of the horse, the entire apparatus rattled. His chest was smooth, and narrowed down to his waist, forming that perfect "V" shape that all men crave.

I noticed the teenage boy who had been hired to help with his castration kept staring at the man's massive erection. I figured he was gay, or at least, was moving in that direction. I could just see it in his eyes, that look of appreciation, as he too gazed at the what had to be one of the most beautiful boner's that has ever been. More than once I saw him lick his lips, as he stared at the big boner with an interest that only a gay man or a woman in lust can truly understand. He just couldn't take his eyes off of it, and the boy's reaction was as you would expect it to be. He was tenting out his pants; sporting his own boner and it was so hard and stiff in his own pants that you could see the end of his prick as it pushed against the fabric.

As I was looking at the youth and seeing the lust in his eyes I almost wanted to laugh. When it finally came time for the boy to pick up the fat cock and roll on the state's collection rubber I thought he might even cum in his pants. One thing I will never forget, is when the teenage boy took the man's big cock it looked simply huge in the boy's small hand. The kid couldn't even wrap his fist all the way around it. Still, I could tell it excited the boy in a way I don't think he had ever been excited. When he grabbed it he grinned wide and then, turning to me and seeing me looking at him, his face flushed red. Then, he saw my boner, tenting out my pants, and when he did he laughed. I winked at him, and of course, while it went unsaid we both agreed it was one impressive cock.

The teenager ran into a problem right away. The boy had trouble getting the state's collection condom over the fat end of the big dick, and so we waited while the boy struggled with it. The first condom ripped, because the boy was trying too hard to stretch it out before unrolling it, and he punched his thumb through it as he was trying to work it over the head of the big bulbous end. The second rubber went on easier, because he took his time and just laid it on the end of the man's big dick and then carefully and oh-so-slowly rolled it down the man's massive penis. That worked, but the clear latex was stretched extremely tight and oh-so-thin as it went on the thick cock, and you could see every vein in the man's big erection.

While the teenager was working on getting the man's condom in place, so his semen sample could be collected, the physician's assistant walked around and stood in front of the black man and stared at him. His dark skin was glistening in the light of the room, and as he continued to struggle the sweat intensified. Time seemed to stand still then, and we all waited until the boy had finished unrolling the condom and getting it onto the big cock without ripping it. The man strapped down to the horse was huge, and obviously tremendously strong, and his powerful body made the physician's assistant look like a weakling.

The two men were staring at each other, and that seemed exciting to me. I liked watching the big Afro-American male looking at the man that would soon be nutting him, and as I watched I know my heart began to pound in anticipation. That's when the physician's assistant leaned over, and then, lowering his voice, he said: "Well, you have one impressive body guy....yes you do. Unfortunately, you've been a bad boy, a very bad boy, and now its time to make some changes to it. Yeap, do you know what time it is? Do you?"

The big black man was staring at him, his eyes wide, and he started shaking his head side to side, the fear growing inside as he listened to the words that were spoken to him. I saw him glance up at the wall, where there was a clock, and I saw his eyes follow the second hand as he noted the time. Then, he looked back to the physician's assistant, who was obviously enjoying himself. The PA then said: "Ah...checking the time? Well big man, I'll tell you what time it is. It's CASTRATION TIME, that's what time it is!" As he said those words he literally burst out laughing. Then, getting himself under control, he continued: "However, before I can do that I need you to do something for me. You see, the state requires you to deposit a load of semen into the condom the boy has placed over your penis, and until you do they won't let me castrate you. I know you want to be cooperative, so what I need now for you to do is to ejaculate your load of sperm and then I will cut out your balls. Will you do that for me? Please, you don't have to wait, just feel free to go ahead and shoot your wad and as soon as you do I'll unman you."

Man, he didn't like that! His eyes lit up, big and white and in contrast to his dark face, and he started to grunt into his gag and shake his head back and forth in protest. As he did that, the teenager started working his cock, as he knew the routine and knew it was time. With a practiced motion, the boy gripped the thick boner, pushing the skin under the rubber up and down, up and down, working the big cock and milking the monster like it was the last cock on earth.

For the black man, feeling the teenager milking his cock against his will, trying to pull out his sperm so he could be nutted, he just seemed to go crazy. He started fighting like a madman, and as he did his entire body strained. He would slam upward, hard, against his restraints, and when he did the strap over his back would almost cut into it, and the entire apparatus would shake and rattle and groan. He slammed his head back, and then down, hard, wild and panicked then, fighting the feeling and trying to prevent it from building. As he struggled and sweated, the teenager grinned, never stopping his work, and instead just continuing to jack the massive cock up and down and up and down. Of course, that took some concentration on his part, as the man fought so hard. But the boy had done this before, and jacking a cock was something he was well practiced in. So, he just tried to ignore the intense struggles from the man he was jacking and went about his task, working the big cock with the same intensity he used when he was working his own.

Meanwhile, the PA walked behind the man, and came up between his legs, and with the knife in his hand. He reached up with it, and laid it against the side of the big man's tight scrotum, laying it along the left side and just above the ball within. Of course, the felon felt the knife, the sharp point resting there, waiting, waiting for him and for his wad. Everything was on the line, and as the boy pumped the big cock and the man fought the feeling, the physician's assistant just waited, patiently, the sharp knife point right up to his scrotum and poised for the push.

As I looked at this all and watched it happened, it occurred to me that there was a risk someone might see a problem here. I was staring at a white man holding a knife to a black man's balls, waiting for another, younger, white boy to milk his pole so he could be nutted. I knew though it really wasn't a race issue, although admittedly it looked like it. Still, realistically I knew it wasn't a race issue at all and the felon deserved his fate and was being unmanned only because the law required it. And I knew, as well as anyone, that the pair doing it to him just happened to be the ones that were assigned when he was brought into the room. The color of the man's skin had nothing to do with his nutting, nothing, but I knew it still might come up later and so I wanted to make sure it was done right and properly and I watched the entire procedure with vested interest.

I knew enough of this man's history to know he was just one of a gang of thieves, all who had been caught and all who had received felony convictions. Most of his gang were African Americans, that was true, but certainly not all, and regardless of their skin color they had all received the same sentence for their crimes. About half of them had already been castrated, and the rest would be coming through in the next month or so. They were a bad lot, and one my one, as their appeals were exhausted, they had come to the center and left their balls in the trash.

Of course, none of them had a cock like this man had, and as I watched it being milked, I longed to be able to hold it and to stroke it myself. Of course, that wasn’t possible, and so I just watched, stared in fact, watching the powerful man sweat and struggle as his cock began to drool inside the latex that wrapped it up oh-so-tight. I watched the boy pumping him, and I was envious. God I wanted to feel that dick! Well, I swallowed and kept my professionalism, but it wasn’t easy and it took a lot of will power.

The expression on the felon's face was priceless. The man had been locked into a chastity belt for about nine months, and so his big prick was more than ready to shoot. I watched the black cock, the reddish end visible in the clear rubber, and I could see it was already oozing fluid and was flared for release. The boy picked up the pace, and started pumping it faster, and as he did so the man's eyes went wide with fear.

The physician's assistant was ready, knife in hand, and the boy's hand was a blur now as he jacked the man with the intensity of youth. Time stood still, and we all just watched and waited. I was so hard myself and so eager to watch what was going to happen that I could hardly contain my excitement. Still, I just starred, and watched that big prick, the kid's hand sliding up and down its tremendous length and working it with a twisting motion at the same time. The big felon by then had that worried look on his face; the look of doom when the feeling starts to build and the end is near.

From my angle I had a good look at his sac of nuts, and they were so tight and drawn up that I wondered if it would complicated his castration. The wrinkled skin had been shaved smooth, of course, but what caught my attention was how wet and slick his sac was. He was sweating down the crack of his ass, and under his legs too, and the sweat had run down and slickened his balls. The physician's assistant held the fist-sized sac in his right hand, and the knife at the top of it, along the left side. As I looked at that knife I could see the tip of it was pressed against the skin of his scrotum, so that it was ready to do its work as soon as the time had come. It seemed so innocent there, just a tiny blade, and resting against a less than impressive scrotum, especially for such a big man. Still, his bag contained the essence of what had made him what he was, and now his stones were going to be stolen and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it from happening.

I walked around to the front of him, because I wanted to see his expression when the cutting began. Suddenly, he arched his back and his eyes went wide open, staring straight ahead. I looked into his eyes then and he into mine, and as we did the man started cumming. He yelled "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" into his gag, and then "OUMPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF" as he bucked his hips and pushed upward so hard you wouldn't believe it. Suddenly, there was this loud snap, and the big leather belt that went over the small of his back popped free. The man had literally sheared off the metal bolt on the left side that held the leather strap to the apparatus, and when it came loose it allowed his big buttocks to rise up, high into the air. He suddenly could also wiggle it from side to side, and he started doing so, trying to move his balls out of the way and to somehow avoid the knife that he knew was there and waiting to cut him.

Still, with the two thick straps around his thighs he couldn't do much, and his struggles, as powerful as they were, weren't enough to stop the boy from continuing his cock pulling, milking out the man's thick wad and collecting his white spunk like a pornographic prize. The man seemed desperate, and he slammed his hips down, and then back up, then up and down in a wild, humping motion, literally fucking the teenage fist that was still jacking him.

During all of this the physicians assistant wasn’t deterred, and as the black man started to shoot his wad he grinned a big grin, and then he just followed the motion with his hands, never letting go of the man's balls. He listened to the big black man grunting out his load, and when he was good and sure he was squirting well then with a push of his blade he began the unmanning.

When he buried the blade and rotated his wrist the man's tight sac opened up like a purse and his left ball became visible in an instant. For the big black man, all he could do was bang his head down in frustration, feeling his castration begin and he unable to stop it. He yelled "MUDDER FLUCCCCCCCKR" into his gag when he felt the knife, and his eyes were as wide as saucers with his panic. "NOOOOOOOOOG" he loudly mumbled, and then he slammed his head downward, smashing it into the padded vinyl and screaming out his frustration as the pain overwhelmed him. In a very real way, the nightmare of every man was for him being turned into reality.

I've never seen a man fight harder than he. When the PA squeezed his scrotum and popped out his left ball, I thought he might break another of his restraints. I could see him bending the bolts that held the straps on his thighs, and he was jerking so hard that I thought it could happen. The physician's assistant was worried too, and he didn't toy around. Instead, he just flicked his knife and took the nut as soon as he had excised it. The black man grunted when his ball was cut free, and he slammed his head down again, hard, half-castrated, and jerked his big thighs upward, against the straps there.

All the while his wad continued to jet into the rubber. He grunted and screamed as he blew his load, and it filled the condom until the entire end was bulging. The reservoir tip was pushed out, and round, giving his prick a strange look as the huge wad of cream enlarged the entire end. Still he jetted out more cream, in thick ropes of cum, squirt after squirt as he shot his last load.

Slowly, and carefully, the physician's assistant moved his efforts to the other side of the big man's scrotum, and prepared to remove his last testicle. Of course, the black man sensed it, and fought even harder. Half castrated, the look on his face was one of absolute terror, the realization now obvious that he was being unmanned and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was begging, mumbling out his pleadings into this gag, all the while his massive thigh muscles strained to close his legs. You could see his desperation, sense it even, the sweat now running down his back and all along his crack.

The PA pushed the knife in again, with a twist of the wrist, and as the big man's scrotum was filleted open a second time he screamed, and then bit down so hard on his gag he almost cut it in two. The boy was still jacking the man's stiff cock, but he had emptied his nuts by then and so nothing more was being deposited. Still, his cock was impressive, and the boy continued to jack it all the way through the man's castration.

The African American's last ball popped out of his sac, and when it did he grunted as he felt it being exposed to the air. Out of its home now, it was quivering there, oh-so-vulnerable and in the white man's hand. The physician's assistant rolled it in his fingers, feeling it, touching it, holding the essence of the big man and enjoying the power of doing so. The big felon grunted then, as he felt the pressure on his only remaining nut, and then he bucked his hips with a renewed desperation.

The physician's assistant leaned forward then, and said: "Nice wad...the state appreciates you making the donation. Hey man, do you feel that? It's your ball....your last one. You are about to become a eunuch, and the only question is WHEN. I'll tell you what. When you're ready to make that donation, and you want the state to take your last nut, then just grunt really loud and stare at the boy. When you do that I'll take your ball."

The man shook his head, side to side, and tried to pull his legs together. Just as the physician's assistant said those words, he started squeezing the man's ball, just squeezing it, hard, mashing downward and into it and pressing his thumb into the tissue. The man slammed his head up and down....and he almost vomited. I saw him gag, and swallow it, and then he farted, loudly, and I feared he might shit himself right there. I was about to say something, as no matter his crime the man didn't deserve to be tortured. Still, it's not that uncommon for a man being castrated to be given a short ball squeeze as it is done, just to teach a lesson and to emphasize the punishment. I was about to say something though, as the big man grunted and jerked and squirmed, and his nut took the pressure. But just then, the pain overwhelmed the big man and in desperation he looked to the boy and grunted out his frustration: ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The PA looked at me, and smiled, and then with a quick flick of his knife he completed the felon's castration. I saw his ball come free, and when I did the big man shuddered, and so did I. For some reason I was breathing hard and seeing him nutted just overwhelmed me. I felt my dick, and it was pulsating, and I jerked upright and grabbed my crotch to keep it from squirting! God--I almost shot a wad! Shit!!!! I swallowed, to regain my composure, and passed it off to the intensity of the moment.

While I was doing that, the big man rolled his eyes back and he collapsed. For the newly castrated man, it was tremendous transformation from the fighting struggling felon, and it happened in an instant. After that, the big Afro-American just collapsed, totally, the fight disappearing the very instant his unmanning was completed. You could see the defeat in his eyes too. He didn't move after that, but just hung there, the sweat still soaking his body but he no longer fighting or struggling in any manner. His big cock slowly lowered downward, very slowly, and as the blood began to leave his fat cock the young teenager slid off the cum-filled condom, carefully tying it into a knot so as not to spill a single drop.

They gave him the required hormone shot in his ass, and after that the physician's assistant walked around until he was in front of the big man, holding the bowl with his two balls in it. The black man looked up, and saw his two excised testes. To me they didn't look very big or very significant. Of course, still tied down and now nutted, his two balls looked far more important to him than they did to me. It didn't matter though, as they weren't really his anymore. Almost to illustrate that point, as we all watched the physician's assistant just turned the bowl upside down as the man stared and his severed nuts went into the trash.

Then the physician's assistant said: "On behalf of the government, I am informing you that your sentence of castration has now been carried out. The state appreciates the donation of your last load of spunk, and for your balls too. Yeah, they especially appreciate your balls."

I really can't describe the man's expression. He was just totally defeated, and he stared into the trash can in disbelief. The pain in his groin I knew was a deep ache, the sense of loss and emptiness consuming him. Well, I suppose he deserved it, and he was a convicted felon and so he had to be nutted. Still he had been such an impressive man, and so strong, and it just seemed a shame to have had to remove his testicles, especially in such a forceful manner. Oh well, justice was served, and he'd have plenty of eunuchs for company where he was going.

As they untied him, he was limp, almost like a rag doll, and he wasn’t capable of walking. He was still so big they decided to put him into a wheel chair instead of dragging him and so that's how they got him out of the room. I did notice that when they pulled him to his feet, he looked down, at his shaved groin and his empty sac. The look on his face was one of total and absolute shock when he looked. When he looked up again, he came eye to eye with the boy, and when he did I noticed his look of shame and embarrassment. I don't think it was his empty sac that embarrassed him as much as it was the way his cock had shrunk into a limp worm. His hose was still long, but it was just a hanging hose now, and nothing like the big thrusting boner of a few minutes previously. I stared at his hose, still wet with his slime, and now and forever hanging useless in front of his empty bag. With his balls in the trash and the shot of hormones in his ass his erection days were over. For this man, things would never be the same.

They wheeled him out of the room, and suddenly the physician's assistant burst out laughing. He was staring at me, and the boy, and laughing his ass off. At first, I had no idea why, and actually thought it was a little cold of him to laugh so at the big man's misfortune. Then, when I turned and looked at the boy I felt the smile come to my face too. The youth had shot a load of spunk and literally sprayed it right through his pants, blowing his wad while the other man was being castrated. I wondered when it had happened. The kid had a spot of white cream that was gooed out like snot on his pants, and there wasn't any way you could miss it. It was a good sized wad too, and from the looks of it and the amount of the load it was obvious he had ejaculated until he was empty. The boy was looking at me, and he too started grinning, and when I followed his gaze and stared at my own pants, I was surprised to see that I too had shot my wad and messed my pants. Oh what a day that was!

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