Yeah, if I sound like I was a little anxious the truth was I was looking forward to their castration, and I could hardly wait to make it happen. Three Americans! Yeah! Caught red handed too, fucking a teenage girl who was just fifteen. They got her drunk on booze and high on pot, and then once she was high as a kite then they fucked her one after the other. I know, it was a party and she almost assuredly came onto them! But who the fuck cares? They should have known better! We get a lot of college boys here from America, down for their spring breaks and summers of fun, ripe for our no age limit free-flowing booze and legal drug shops. Yeah, you can buy weed for less than a dollar, and smoke it in front of the world and nobody here cares. So yeah, these three boys had come for a good time, but in their case they partied a little too hard and went a little too far. I wasn’t sure how the case would go initially, because the girl had looked older and they claimed she told them she was legal. I don’t really care what was said, or how big her tits were, or even what wasn’t said that should have been. The bottom line was she was fifteen, and you can’t fuck a fifteen year old girl. Not on this island you can’t, at least not if you want to keep your balls.

The jury agreed with my way of seeing it, and it took them less than thirty minutes to find them all guilty of felony sexual assault. The judge gave them an opportunity to beg before she sentenced them, and beg they did, claiming they had no idea, that they had been led on, and that she wanted to be fucked and had all but begged for it. Of course, none of the three ever denied putting their dick in her pussy. I had to laugh. The judge sure wasn’t impressed with their excuses, and after they had done their begging and told their stories, then she sentenced them appropriately. Castration! Oh you should have heard the boys gasp then, the look of disbelief on their eyes as she doomed their manhood’s with a single word. Oh how the courtroom went crazy then!

Yeah, when the sentence came down I had to stifle a laugh, and as the reporters rushed out of the room I just grinned. The boys were now mine, and soon they were sitting in their cell and waiting, waiting for morning and for me to nut them. I don’t know why the sentence and verdict got everyone so worked up, because on this island more than 80% of sexual assault crimes are punished by castration. It’s very effective, and we have virtually no repeat offenders. Our laws may seem barbaric, but they work for us, and we don’t have to incarcerate as many criminals as other countries have to. And, of course castration sends a strong message, and every high school boy here knows the consequences of sticking his dick where it doesn’t belong. Every boy in our country is taught early that it’s up to him to check a girl’s driver’s license, to make sure she’s at least 18 before he tries to get in her pants. If he doesn’t, he might get away with it once or twice, but if he keeps playing that dangerous game then eventually he’ll end up nutted. Yeah, the boys here grow up seeing guys they know lose their balls, and once you’ve seen a friend of yours castrated you don’t forget it. An unmanning is a violent affair, and the entire body of a male being castrated jerks and thrashes and fights with an intensity that has no equal. No man fights harder than one who is losing his balls! No man. When you watch a castration the memory sticks with you, and seeing a guy’s nuts being ripped off as he is jerking against his restraints while his ball-less cock juts upward for the last time is something you don’t ever forget. Consequently, we have very little sexual crime here, and I guess all it takes is one castration every once in a while and the word gets out.

In this case, after the trial I was called in to my supervisor, and he explained that the island authorities wanted this one done in a hurry. I didn’t see a problem with that, and we set it all up for a 9am castration, the day after their trial, and after that they were to be sent home, on a noon flight off the island. Yeah, that’s the way the President wanted it, and that was my plan. I’d nut them, and then they would be sent home. Perfect!

Now, while this was a little faster than normal, it wasn’t all that much faster. Here, we don’t’ waste a lot of time once a sentence has been handed out by the court. Why delay justice? We normally execute a sentence of castration within a week or so. Still, this one was a little rushed, but in this case the local government was receiving a lot of pressure even before the trial to free these boys, and so once the decision had been rendered things really heated up. Consequently, it was especially important to get them taken care of as soon as we could, because once they were nutted, it wouldn’t matter much if some politician somehow undid what the courts had decided. Hell, I wanted to make sure if a pardon came, it would come after they lost their balls and not before. My reasoning was simple of course. They had raped that girl and been found guilty, and Americans or not, they deserved to lose their balls. And, so it was my job to take them, and I intended to do just that. Of course, once they were taken, then nobody could give them their balls back, nobody. The trick was to make sure we got it done before something stopped us from doing it.

The court must have felt the same way, and I made sure I got the process started almost as soon as the sentence had been read and they were escorted back to the jail. Yeah, even before they were returned to their holding cell I had the jail guards force feed each of them a strong laxative. After that, things happened pretty fast, but even so it still took about eight hours to clean them out all the way. I thought that was funny, putting the three criminals back in a single cell, sharing the same toilet, but I thought they deserved it and it was funny to watch each of them on the security monitors rush to use it one after the other. Hell, I think they spent most of the evening before they were castrated taking turns taking a dump. Strictly speaking, it probably wasn’t really all that necessary, but the doctors prefer that they are empty when we nut them, and so we force fed them the prescription laxative and let it do its work.

By 7am they had shit themselves out, and it was time for the preparations to get them ready to be nutted. By then a crowd was already forming around the gallows outside in the public square next to the jailhouse. Of course, with these three all being Americans, the crowd would be especially large and it had started to form early.

Consequently, at 715am I ordered the preparations started, and then went to them to make sure that everything was done correctly. The boys were as different as night and day. When I got there the criminals were still in the same cell, waiting for us to get them ready and for their balls to be taken. My favorite of the three was Richard, one of the two twenty year olds. He was the tallest, a thin boy that was 6’ high and smooth as a little kid. He still looked to me like he belonged in high school, but he was just two months shy of his twenty first birthday. While he was the oldest, he didn’t look it, and with his smooth face and blond hair he had the look of a younger teenage boy. Hell, I don’t think his face had been shaved more than a few times in his life. He had bright blue eyes and sandy blond hair, and his smooth features and boyhood appearance made him look innocent and naïve. He was white faced and scared shitless, and when I approached he started begging.

Thomas was a different sort. He was also a twenty year old, with jet black hair and a little bit of stubble. He and Richard were best friends, off on their island vacation against their parents’ wishes like two college kids on a lark. Of course, now that the vacation was a disaster, he didn’t look too happy as he stood in his cell waiting to be unmanned. As for physical appearances, he was long past puberty and already a fully mature male. He was a short guy, but without any question he had the look of an older male, with short cropped hair and a square jaw that made him look like an army private or a young sailor about to go on his first cruise. His stomach was ripped, and his chest was filled out and muscled, the way it is on a man in his prime. He had some chest hair, and a thick bush of pubic hair that grew up his stomach to his navel. It was obvious to me from the way he carried himself he had fucked his share of girls, and knew what he was doing when he slid his cock into their pussies and filled them with his cream. At the trial it had come out that he had been the one that set things in motion, and perhaps the penalty for him should have been greater. But a rapist has only has one set of balls to lose, and so all we could do was take what he had. Still, of the three, he was the one that most deserved to be nutted for what had been done. He yelled at me when I approached his cell, and if he was afraid he didn’t show it.

As I approached the cell he said: “You---you listen fucker….if you try and castrate me I’ll kill you! You hear me, I’ll kill you. I’m not gonna let anyone get close to me! I mean it---this country is fucked up, and nobody’s gonna touch my nuts! I want to see an attorney! My father’s working on this---you had better understand cause this is way over your head! You aren’t gonna castrate anybody!”

I wanted to laugh, but he stood there with his fists raised and hatred in his eyes, and I had the thought it would be interesting to see how defiant he was after it had been done to him.

In contrast, the youngest of the three was seated on his bunk, his head in his hands, and it was obvious that he was scared to death. He had been crying, and his face was tear-streaked. He was only barely past his eighteenth birthday, still in high school and the truth was he shouldn’t have even been here. He was Richard’s kid brother, and he shared his older brother’s sandy blond hair. Right now he looked like a scared kid, and didn’t seem to be too thrilled that he had just recently mounted his first woman. Instead, he looked like a scared kid who has just fucked up and was in all kinds of trouble, and of course, he was. He may have looked like a boy, but still, at eighteen, he was legally a man in every sense of the word and under our laws he was fully responsible for his actions. Still, he looked too young to have fucked anybody, and from my perspective he was smack in the middle of puberty, and had a lot more growing up to do before the job would be done. Still, he had done the deed and the bottom line was his virgin cock had fucked her deep.

Yeah, from what he said during his trial apparently his little venture into criminal sexual assault was his one and only fuck of his life. His older brother of course had set it all up for him, taking him on the trip to the island of fun, wanting to get his kid brother his first pussy and inviting him to go with the big college boys. It had been planned I think to be a right of passage, a mandatory fuck in front of your brother, the plan being to move him from boy to man in an instant. He had lost his virginity all right, but the cost of doing it was gonna cost him his balls. From my perspective looking at him crying, he wasn’t much of a man now, and the sex with the girl hadn’t changed him all that much. Still, he had fucked his first girl, and perhaps in some way that made him a man. Well, he wasn’t going to stay a man very long, and I’d take his balls in a lot less time than he spent using them.

Yeah, regardless of the reasons behind what he had done, and who had set it all in motion to make it happen, in the end he still had put his long stiff prick into her hole, and so it was still going to cost him his nuts. That’s a pretty heavy price to pay for fucking your first pussy, but even so, it would serve as a good example for the young men who would hear of it.

In his own country it wouldn’t go over as well of course. Hell, they would have let him get away with it since in America lots of teenagers fuck each other without any consequences at all. Still, in our nation that’s not the way the law is written, and it’s not permissible to fuck an underage girl for any reason under any circumstances. This isn’t America and our laws protect the innocence of young girls. Every boy here knows that. You just don’t fuck underage girls--not on our island you don’t! It’s the guy’s responsibility to know the age of the girl he goes to bed with, and the consequences for not making sure are harsh. In some ways I felt sorry for him, and I’m sure the parents weren’t going to be too thrilled that both of their sons got themselves castrated on their little lark to our island nation. Well, I didn’t care, and the girl’s assault needed to be avenged, and the message needed to be sent once again. Still, Ryan was a cute young man, and he had that look of a young teenager, his body literally still sprouting its way through puberty. As I looked at him I had the thought that his young balls were doing all they could to turn him into a man. Of course, after I got done with him, his little trip through puberty was about to come to a screeching halt. Tough luck I say!

It was time. The first order of business was to finish cleaning out their holes, and then once that was done they each had to be ringed. Needless to say, they didn’t want any part of being prepped for castration, and so it took four guards to pull them out of their cell, one after the other, and take them to the prep room where things could be done. The first part of the procedure is to tie them down on their backs. Their feet are raised up into the air and placed into special stirrups that hold them securely in place. The position makes it easier to prepare them to be castrated, and exposes their hole and scrotum for the work that must be done. Then, once secured into the restraints, we cut their prison jumpsuits off so that they are completely naked. Once their clothing has been removed and they have been secured to the prep table, then we soap up their scrotums and shave them smooth. It’s much more hygienic when they are nutted if there is no hair, so we remove the hair on their balls and take the patches over their cocks. We also shave their legs from thighs to knees, and then shave the hair from around their holes. These boys were aghast as we worked on them, and they sure didn’t like it either. But, there wasn’t anything they could do, and we soon had them shaved as smooth as a baby’s ass.

Richard looked even more like a boy after we took his sex hair, and I thought it was interesting how he got rock hard during the process. As the orderlies were shaving him his twenty year old cock bounced with an eagerness you would not have expected for a young man being prepared to be castrated, but his seven inch pole was as hard and eager as a piece of steel.

Thomas on the other hand was anything but hard. He fought and cussed and struggled against his restraints as he was shaved, and I suppose his sexual hair meant a lot to him. He screamed even louder when they soaped up his balls, and of course by then I think he had to have figured it all out. If we could tie him down and shave his nuts, we weren’t going to have any trouble taking them from him when the time came to do it.

When it was time to do Ryan he fought hard too, and just like his older brother he was rock hard as he was being shaved. He had a big cock for an eighteen year old kid, almost eight full inches, but it was thin, more of a boy pole than that of a man. It still was funny how the youngest of the boys had the longest cock of the three of them, and it bounced and twitched and started to seep with desire as we worked on removing the little bit of hair that had started to grow on his young balls. He had managed to grow a fair size bush of pubic hair in the years since he was born, but it was confined tightly to a very small area just over his cock. Nevertheless, it was gone in just four quick passes of the electric trimmer, followed by a spurt of shaving cream and a few swipes of a blade from a three dollar disposable safety razor. When they were done with him, he too was as smooth as a ten year old, and without his sexual hair he looked like he was fourteen or fifteen instead of eighteen. He looked stunned, and I don’t think he could believe how fast his sex hair had been stolen from him. Of course, when it came time for us to take his balls, we would do that even faster.

After they had been shaved then each boy was also given an enema of warm salted water, and that made sure their empty bowels were flushed as clean as possible. A hose was inserted and warm water was flushed into them until it flowed out clear. After that was done I slipped a gloved finger inside each boy and made sure they were clean, and while I was there I took the time to finger fuck them, massaging their prostates until their nuts were churning. Even Thomas got hard then, and his cock bounced and seeped precum as I prodded and poked his hole. Boy he especially didn’t like that, but I didn’t care, and I enjoyed making the little fucker squirm! Yeah, their holes were clean and ready, and there was nothing left in there at all by the time we were done,. I was staring into their eyes as I worked my finger in and out of their holes.

When I was doing Thomas, I said to him: “You like that? No? Well, your cock sure does! Look how hard you are, all jutting up stiff and hard! Well, enjoy your boner, cause after I steal your balls, your days of stiff dicks and hot sex are gonna be over!”

Then, I pulled my finger out with a pop, and his cock twitched and he grunted. I had to laugh.

The next step in the process was the part I liked best. They each had to be ringed, and that was something I made sure to do myself. The castration rings are made out of surgical stainless steal, and they each look like a thick wedding band of sorts. But the rings are manufactured out of machined stainless, in two pieces, that snap together with small latches that fit exactly from one side into the other. When they are snapped together with a pair of pliers, they can’t be taken apart again, unless you want to cut them apart. When placed at the top of a boy’s scrotum, the assembled ring traps the boy’s balls beneath it, and because the inner diameter of a ring is small, it necks down the scrotum on which it is put. The rings aren’t very large, and they pinch off the top of the scrotum snugly, and are so tight when in place you can barely slide them up and down. The skin inside the ring is tightly compressed, and I’ve observed that after a boy has been ringed then his nuts will start to ache. They still get enough blood to stay alive with the ring in place, but it’s definitely a tight fit, and no male once ringed enjoys it very much.

Each ring is specially measured and sized to the boy it is intended for, and once the ring is put around the top of his scrotum, then there are only two ways to remove it. The first method is to cut it off, and if a reprieve was granted that would have to be done. It’s not easy, because the stainless steel is hard, and the cutting of the band has to be done carefully. But that wasn’t in my plan. Instead, the method to remove a ring that is used most of the time is much simpler, and that is to just remove the scrotum whole, with the balls still inside. The ring will come off in one piece then, and there is no metal that has to be cut so the removal is quick and easy. It is customary in our country to give the ring to the victim after it has been removed from the boy, and that was my intention this time as well.

Of course, no male wants a castration ring snapped around his nuts. No male, and the three American boys sure didn’t either. Because I knew they wouldn’t just voluntarily spread their legs and allow it to be done, they were ringed when they were still tied down in the prep room and spread eagle on their backs, so there was no way they could prevent it being done to them. When I ringed them, I also threaded a small six inch cable that has two loops at either end through one half of each of their rings, just before I put the two halves around the top of the boy’s scrotum and snapped them together. Once that was done the ring around a boy’s ballsack was solid and circular, and the thin steel cable then hung down six inches beneath the boy’s legs, trailing from the backside of his scrotum. The loop at one end was looped through the castration ring, which of course was also cinching down the top of his scrotum, trapping his balls and setting them up for their destruction. The other end of the cable is formed into another loop, and it is attached to the gallows when the time is right. Once in place, the castration ring looks like a wedding ring of sorts, but it has very sharp square edges, and it is not a comfortable ring to be wearing. Of course, since it is there only for the purpose of castration, it’s not very important that it be comfortable.

After the rings were crimped in place, then next the boys were each fitted with their Restraint and Stimulation belt. The R&S belts are made of thick leather, about three inches wide and more than one eighth of an inch thick. Each belt has a lock on the front, so it cannot be removed by the wearer, and next to the buckle is a lockable clip that is used to attach their wrist restraints. That clip is used during movement of the prisoner where it locks the boy’s bound hands in front of them. On the back of the belt, directly opposite the buckle, there is a metallic box that contains two nine-volt batteries, a radio receiver, and a receptacle to hold an anal probe, called a “Electric Prostate Stimulator”, or EPS for short. After the belt is secured around a prisoner, the metal EPS is inserted into his cleaned out rectum. The probe has an s-shape to it, and is and inch and a half in diameter. Needless to say, its not a trivial matter to get it stuffed inside the prisoner’s hole. To make it easier, the big chrome plug is coated with a special electrolyte gel, which serves both as a lubricant to facilitate insertion, and as a medium to insure electrical conductivity. The EPS is inserted deep into the prisoner’s hole, and then twisted, and then once that is done it is pulled backwards and lifted upward at the same time, until the other end of the probe is locked into the receptacle at the back of the belt. Once in place, it is impossible for the prisoner to remove the big fat polished metal rod that has been inserted inside him. And, because the belt holds it tightly and pulls upward on the s-shaped probe, the other end is pushed downward, so that it rests directly against the prisoner’s prostate. There is nothing the male can do about it at that point, and once he has been ringed and is in the belt with the EPS in place, he is ready to be castrated.

We finished that process for the three rapists at 830am, and after that we clipped their wrists into special restraints that looked like handcuffs, but which were welded together so there was no possibility of movement. Then, their bound hands were snapped to the clip in the front of their belt. They couldn’t move their hands at all after that, and were pretty much helpless. Two ankle restrains were placed around each ankle, and a short chain was linked between them, to make sure they couldn’t run and get away. That wasn’t likely of course, but you have to make sure. Once out of their cell, and on their way to the castration gallows, they are pretty desperate men, and over the years I’ve learned that desperate men will take any opportunity for escape, even if its only a slim chance of being successful. Once they were secured, then we returned the three boys to their cells to await their castrations.

They didn’t have to wait very long. By then the crowd was huge, and eager, and I think we had close to a thousand people show up to watch it be done to them. There was a window at the back of their cell, and so the boys could see the crowd growing, and anxiously awaiting their unmanning. Thomas was no longer defiant, and now that he was ringed and ready with his hole stuffed with the ESP, he had a look of fear and desperation. He sure didn’t want to lose his balls!

The two brothers were also scared, and they were talking to each other.

Ryan: “Richard…I’m scared man! They are really going to do this! My balls hurt like shit, and we are fucked. We are fucked man! You brought me here—this is YOUR FALUT!”

Richard: “No it isn’t stupid! You fucked her! I didn’t make you fuck her, so don’t blame me for it! My balls are aching too! I don’t know….I thought mom and dad said they were getting us another attorney. Shit – if he doesn’t hurry it’s gonna be too late! This is one fucked up island! God. My balls…my balls fucking hurt like hell!”

Thomas: “Well, I don’t think they will be hurting for too much longer---here they come!”

It was time! I arrived with six guards, and we went into their cell and each boy was grabbed by two guards, and pulled from the cell. Thomas started screaming, yelling obscenities as he struggled and jerked to get free of their grasp. The other two boys started to beg, but I nodded then and the guards grabbed the three of them by their necks and pulled them backwards, pinching off their noses as they did so. When the prisoners each opened their mouths to breath, the guards stuffed a rubber ball in their mouths, and then applied duct tape to hold it in place. While the gag is crude, it’s very effective. The duct tape was wrapped around the back of their necks, and then across their mouth three times, and after that there was no way they could spit out the rubber balls, or say anything about it either. The rubber ball shuts them up, but it also gives them something to bite down on when the pain hits them during their punishment. If it was not there, they might bite their tongues in half as their nuts were being severed from their bodies.

As for gagging them, the truth is that there really isn’t any point in allowing a prisoner being castrated to speak—they have already had their opportunity during their trial and sentencing hearing, and there is nothing to be gained during their punishment to listen to them babble some more. While listening to them scream as they are castrated might add to the deterrent value, I’ve found over the years of doing this that it’s just as effective to watch them struggle and grunt and jerk and thrash as they lose their balls. Yeah, there is still plenty of deterrent value when we nut them without letting them talk. We have found it is just better to nut them with their mouths stuffed with a gag, so that you can hear them grunt and moan, but they can’t yell to the crowd or try to stir up sympathy or blame the girl for what they have done. Still, when they feel their nuts ripped from their bodies, they will scream, but while the intensity of it is muffled they will scream non-the-less.

No pain killers are allowed to be given to the prisoners being castrated. Sexual assault is a serious crime, and the punishment is designed to be humiliating and painful, to maximize the deterrent value and insure that every male watching learns the lesson. These three deserved their castrations. They had each fucked an underage girl, and they each needed to pay the price for their actions. The pain and misery they had coming were intentional, and there was no attempt to make it easy for them. In fact, if anything, the greater their misery the greater would be the deterrent value.

Perhaps knowing that, it explained why the boys did not go easily to the gallows. The two brothers stumbled, and kept trying to turn, and one tripped over the chain linking his ankles as he tried to slow his walk and was pushed along instead. The brothers had to be poked and prodded all the way, and when they slowed too much a guard would crack a short riding crop across their naked ass. It snapped when it hit skin, and it left a red stripe on their botoms each time it was done. They sure didn’t like that! Even so, Thomas seemed to struggle and fight the guards all the way, and by the time he reached the bottom of the platform his ass was cherry red and stripped like a well spanked boy. As we got close to the platform the crowd gave out a tremendous roar, and then the crowd broke into a thunderous applause as the three prisoners were escorted to the place where they would be unmanned.

Ryan was the first one up the stairs, followed by Richard and then Thomas. Thomas fought the whole way, and had to be dragged up, but at least the two brothers took the stairs and shuffled to where we needed them to go like they knew they deserved what was in store for them.

The gallows is exactly that, and the same place where capital prisoners are hanged. Today, the three ropes that hung from the bar were not tied into nooses, but rather were there for a different purpose. At the end of each rope was a small clip, and as soon as they were at the right place, the clip at the end of the rope was hooked to the clip on the welded wrist restraint, and once that had been done then the other clip on their R&S belts holding their hands securely was released. At that point their bound hands were then attached to the rope that went over the bar above their heads, which was immediately pulled taut, so that each boy had his arms pulled over his head, so that he was standing under the bar, reaching for the sky.

At the same time each boy’s ankle restraints were clipped individually into rings attached to the platform at his feet, so that his two legs were spread apart, and his ankles were firmly attached to the floor. With his arms stretched over his head, and his legs spread apart and locked in place he couldn’t move around, or do anything to prevent his manhood removal. Each boy faced the crowd then, his entire naked body on display, and nothing at all left for the imagination.

It was certainly a humiliating position to be put into, and the boys didn’t like it at all. They were on full display, stark naked and their arms raised high, and everyone in the crowed had a clear view of everything that made them a man. As it was, none of the boys were erect, but that would change. Ryan’s armpits had very little hair, and with his shaved body and bald pits, he looked like a much younger teenager. The other two were older, but Thomas was the only one that really looked mature, and his fat nuts to me just seemed to be ripe for the taking. All three of them were sweating, their fear now clearly visible in their wide open eyes.

As soon as they were ready, the guards reached down between their feet, and attached the end of a small cable that ran up through a hole in the floor to the loop of cable that hung between their legs. It was done with a clip, so it took less than a second to do. Once that was done, the balls of each boy were literally attached to a 60 pound lead weight that was sitting on a shelf beneath the platform, which was fifteen feet in the air. When it was time, a lever would be pulled, the weights would be released, and they would fall a dozen feet, picking up speed the entire way as the weights accelerated with the force of gravity. The cable was long, but not long enough to let the weights reach the ground. Instead, at the end of its length the falling weight would jerk violently downward on the cable, which was attached directly to the rings each boy wore around his scrotum. When that happened, the ring that each boy had around his nuts would rotate as one side of them was yanked by the weighted cable, and the other side of the ring would slice into the scrotum to which it was attached instantly. The sharp edges of the stainless steel ring would start cutting through the boy’s balls like a hot knife cuts through butter and the weight would never slow down. It would fall the last two feet in an instant, taking a ring with it as it did so. The ring would hit the platform floor an instant later, followed by the severed scrotum of the newly castrated eunuch a millisecond after that.

They were ready, but there was one more task to perform. They had to be milked of their seed. The reason it was required is that sometimes castrated prisoners will attempt to have their sperm frozen, so that they can still impregnate a willing female at some point in their life, even without balls to do it. In the early years, prisoners that had been sentenced to castration masturbated themselves into condoms that collected their semen, and then passed those rubbers off to visitors to be smuggled out of prison where their sperm could be frozen. That tended to lesson the severity of the sentence, and after one such criminal later fathered a child things changed. A sentence of castration is harsh, and meant to be. A significant part of that sentence is the realization for the convicted criminal that he will never father a child. Since castration unmans them, its important to make certain that their ability to pass their DNA to future generations is ended once and for all, so allowing them to store their seed defeats that purpose. Now we make sure that doesn’t happen.

Today, when a prisoner is sentenced to be unmanned, he is carefully observed until he is nutted, and if he masturbates in his cell we make sure it all goes in the toilet. But even with those precautions, it is still in theory possible that a convicted felon could still save some of his seed. While the gallows will take their balls, and end their ability to manufacture living sperm, it does not actually steal the seed that each boy has already made. That seed isn’t in their balls, but instead is stored within their prostates, and sits as an unspent load of sperm filled semen just waiting to be ejaculated. If a new eunuch fucks a ripe pussy he could still father a child, spreading his DNA and that’s not acceptable. Yeah, in theory then, right after a man is nutted, he could still produce a load of living sperm even though he has no balls left to make more.

Consequently, it was important to make sure that once their nuts were taken, they didn’t have any sperm left inside of them either. The trick is to make sure you extract every single bit of sperm and viable semen they have stored in their bodies when you take their balls. If you do it before you castrate them, then their balls will immediately start making more sperm, and keep doing so as long as their nuts still hang from their bodies. Consequently, to be 100% effective it’s just not possible to milk them ahead of time. And, if you try and do it after they have been castrated, it’s much more difficult to get out a load, and there is a good chance some semen will be left within their bodies. But if you force them to ejaculate their stored semen loads as you take their balls, then they won’t be able to manufacture any more sperm and their DNA is then removed from the gene pool forevermore. The ESP attached to the R&S belts is the key to the procedure, and we’ve been doing it long enough now that we have the process down.

Directly in front of the platform was an observation area for the VIP guests that are invited to watch the prisoner’s punishment. Today the fifteen year old girl they had fucked was there, along with her father and her seventeen year old brother. The boy caught my attention, because he had bright red hair and a freckled face, and he looked eager, anxious even it seemed and clearly fascinated by what was about to happen. He was seated in the front row, and to me it was obvious the boy had a boner. He was rock hard, and the boy’s jeans were bulging, and the outline of his teenage cock was clearly visible. He had his hand lying across it, trying to cover up his boner, but to my expert eyes that just seemed to draw attention to it instead. I suppose there is something exciting about watching another male being nutted of course, as long as its not your own balls that are being taken. The teenager was a good looking kid, and his red hair and green eyes were wide and eager and he had a grin across his face that indicated his level of excitement.

His bright face was quite a contrast to the look on the three boys on the platform, who were definitely not grinning. While the boy in the stands was anxious for the castrations to be done, the three on stage were clearly not. Nevertheless, it was 9am and they were ready, and that’s when the guards each grabbed the boy’s cocks, and using an oil soaked fist, stroked them like a jackhammer. Boy that sure surprised them, but it was finally time to get their semen, and to steal their balls!

Ryan responded first, his cock jutting upward and eager, growing to it’s full eight inches in only a few seconds. Richard’s cock grew stiff too, the boy grunting as he looked down and stared at his cock was being jacked in front of everyone. Thomas seemed to stay soft for quite some time, too scared perhaps, but eventually his man pole stiffened too, and after that it was only a few minutes and it was jutting upward, stiff and eager, as if it was seeking one final pussy to fuck.

A loudspeaker came on and explained to the crowd what was happening, why a final semen load was being extracted. The boy’s sentence was re-read to the crowd, and the nature of the crime they had committed was reiterated. While that was all being said, the guards kept at it, and they were good at what they were doing and worked the boy’s three cocks like experts, and the boys started to jerk and thrash as their nuts started to churn for their last ejaculation as sperm carriers. The crowd was at a frenzy, and the boys were staring with wide eyes, the moment of their unmanning coming fast now like a speeding freight train.

Then, the voice said: “And now, these three convicted felons will be unmanned. May God have mercy on their sexless souls.”

Then, it happened. At seven minutes after nine they were at that point of no return, and that’s when the three guards stopped jerking off the three prisoners, and instead slapped their hands across their naked asses with a resounding smack, signaling with the spanking that it was TIME.

As they did that, a technician watching somewhere flipped a switch, and a radio transmitter activated the two nine volt batteries that were located in the back of each of their R&S belts. That in turn triggered an electrical current through a coil with sufficient current to do the job, and an electronic pulse generator began to fire extremely pleasurable electrical pulses directly into the male’s prostates, quickly stimulating each of them to a violent and unconstrained orgasm. Once initiated, there was no way for the boys to prevent ejaculating no matter how hard they tried.

The pulsations of pleasure were sent directly through the ESP each boy had stuffed up his ass and the result was almost instantaneous. The boys’ eyes went wide open and their entire bodies convulsed. The electrical current flowed down through the probe each boy had stuffed in his hole, and fired its energy directly into their prostate glands, stimulating their ejaculatory muscles with an intensity none of them had ever experienced before. The result was they thrust their groins forward at the crowd, their backs arched and their cocks pointed upward at a 45 degree angle. Then they started to grunt into their gags and jerked with every muscle in their body as the feeling of intensity overwhelmed them. At then they simultaneously and forcibly ejaculated.

I’ve never seen young men shoot more sperm than they did, or have it shoot out of a cock with greater intensity. They shot and shot and shot, their rock hard cocks bouncing to the electrical pulsations blasting through their groins, their sperm coming out in spurts of cream that came in shot after shot after shot. Their wads fired out at the crowd, like bullets of male seed being milked from their bodies, the boys coming with an intensity that was more animalistic than human. As their last and final load of DNA went wasted the weights beneath the platform were released, and the three 60 pound weights started to fall. Less than a second later the cables jerked the rings around the boy’s scrotums, and in that instant they were simultaneously castrated.

As each of them felt the pleasure of their orgasm suddenly stolen from them and replaced by a tremendous wave of pain that shot upward from their groins, they each reacted differently.

Ryan’s eyes went wide open as he lost his nuts, and his entire body convulsed even as his eight inch cock continued to shoot its sperm.

Richard tossed his head back, and thrashed with his arms, and his legs jerked against the restraints around his ankles as he felt his nuts ripped from his body. His cock was the first to empty, but it continued to pulsate, bouncing up and down still stiff and eager, his electrically forced ejaculation continuing even though he had no more sperm to shoot or balls to shoot it from.

Thomas’s reaction was a big grunt, and every muscle in his 20 year old body seemed to tighten. He bit the rubber ball in his mouth in half, and his arms tried to jerk downward, straining against the ropes that held them over his head. At the same time his big powerful thigh muscles rippled as he lived through his castration and learned the high price for unauthorized fucking. Castrated, his big cock still bounced and shot more sperm, and continued doing so for at least fifteen seconds after his nuts had hit the platform. Even though he was still cumming, there was no pleasure in it anymore. He screamed and thrashed and jerked and struggled like a wild man desperate to get away, using every once of his strength to try and stop what had already been done. Every muscle in his body went tight and jerked. He was as tense as I’ve ever seen a guy, and even his little dime sized nipples were points. He shook hard against his restrains, and screamed into his gag as the waves of pain racked his body and the emptiness in his groin surged to his brain. Then, his cock finally finished spurting, and just bounced and quivered then, as his groin muscles continued to ejaculate from being electrically stimulated. His orgasm went dry at that point, but continued unabated, and he came and came and came even though there wasn’t any sperm left to shoot. That too added to his punishment, as his over stimulated cock pulsated with a post-orgasmic intensity that caused him to thrash even harder. Without his balls in the way, you could see the muscles between his cock and his hole pulsating in rhythmic contractions, trying to spurt more cream even if there was none left to shoot. Nutless, the big purple end of his cock was round and full, the big head of it as big as it had ever been. Everyone watched, and while it all happened the crowd went wild with a thunderous applause.

Castrated, the eighteen year old Ryan started pumping his hips, fucking the air with his ball-less cock. It was almost as if the young boy was anxious to fuck something just one more time, even if there was no pussy anywhere for him to mount. Without question he shot the biggest wad of the three of them, and his young sperm came out of his long pole with a vengeance. He literally shot his sperm into the crowd! He shot more sperm and it flew farther than I’ve ever seen come out of any male, of any age, and he just seemed to come in buckets as if his cock was desperately trying to fertilize something before it was no longer possible. I don’t know how long it lasted, but probably a good 45 seconds or so. But finally, he too was done, and as soon as his prostate was empty and he had quit shooting out every single drop of his sperm, it was over, and the technician finally flipped the switch to OFF and the EPS probes stopped firing. The three nutted Amercian boys collapsed then, the fight gone from them entirely, and after that they just hung there then from the ropes that went to their wrists, their knees bent and their legs too weak to support them. They were spent, drained and castrated, and they hung like rag dolls. Of course, there was nothing left to fight for, and they were now ball-less seedless eunuchs, and would be for the rest of their lives. Their pussy fucking days were clearly over. Almost to emphasize what they had lost, their spent cocks wilted like wet noodles, and less than two minutes after they had ejaculated their last boners were history. They would never father a child as long as they lived.

There was some blood of course, but not as much as you would think. The rings do cut as they do their castrating, but they also jerk downward on the cords at the same time, and in a way they literally rip the boy’s balls off as much as they cut them. And, as that happens and the testicles are ripped from the body the blood vessels that feed the balls tend to stretch before they separate, and that tends to close them up afterwards. Then, they snap back into their bodies right after the balls come free. Consequently, they do not bleed like they would if their nuts had been sliced off with a knife.

Hanging like rag dolls, the three were then taken down, and dragged off the gallows to the applause of the crowd. The castrated eunuchs were then taken to the infirmary, where the doctors would work on them and get them bandaged up for their noon flight home. Of course, there wasn’t much they could do about their missing balls, but at least they could stitch up the wound and I suppose that was something. That thought made me laugh.

As they were being escorted off the platform I had two more things I needed to do. My first priority was to gather up their severed scrotums and the little rings, which were just sitting on the platform. The scrotums I took back to the jailhouse and flushed them down the toilet. I didn’t want some doctor getting hold of them and doing some miracle surgery, and once their nuts had been washed into the sewer I breathed a lot easier. Then, I went back to the VIP stands.

The victim and her family were still there, chatting with some of the crowd and relishing in the afterglow of delivered justice. I approached, and handed the three rings to the young teenage girl the boys had fucked and as she took them from me her father gave his thanks. Each ring still had the six inch cable attached to it, that had been attached to the weight that had done the castration, so the rigs hung down like trophies as they dangled from her petit little hand. As for her, she seemed to be in shock, and I think the realization of what had happened and the consequences of her spreading her legs had hit her like a freight train. She took the three rings and stared at them, and she looked very upset. In contrast, her dad was grinning. Her seventeen-year-old brother was there as well, and I stole a glance to his pants where I had noticed his boner earlier. He was no longer hard, but now there was a round dark stain of wetness clearly visible at the front of his jeans. He had squirted his load! The freckled face red had had shot his wad! The boy was trying to hide the dark circle now, and as I looked at him he locked eyes with me and realized at once that I knew what he had done. In an instant his face flushed crimson with his embarrassment. I winked at him, and he looked down and covered the spot with two hands, totally humiliated at that point at being caught having shot his load into his pants. I didn’t care of course. He was just a boy, but he was a lot more of a man now than the three castrated felons would ever be again, and that did make me smile. Justice had been done and to me it was fitting the girl’s brother had enjoyed watching it happen.

I didn’t say anything to the kid, but his dark stain did make me want to laugh. I looked to his sister then, one last time, and as girls go she was a nice looking fifteen year old, with big tits for her age, and her halter top and tight jeans seemed to accentuate her sexiness. I had to agree with the Americans, that she could easily pass for an eighteen year old, and as I stared at her skin-tight jeans and perfect tits jutting upward at me, I felt my own cock stiffen. It was then that I had the thought those tits were just jailbait, and had been a costly attraction for the three boys now heading home as eunuchs. Her big firm tits weren’t worth it of course, and I was pretty sure the three American’s would have to agree with me.

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