THE LAW OF 2015

By JohnFitz

M/t,m/b,torture,castration

Chapter One – The Punishment Channel

"Turn on the television, Marie," Fred Quigley ordered, wiping some

but by no means all of the grease from his jaw.

"Which channel, dear?"

"Oh don't be so fucking thick, woman. The punishment channel. I

want to see that kid get nutted."

"Oh yes. Ah, I remember now. Of course. Just a minute."

And the mousy woman turned on the set.

Cody, her 14-year-old elder son, shuffled uneasily in his seat, and

then got up.

"Uh, I think I'll go and do my homework."

Fred Quigley slammed his fist down on the table.

"You'll do no such thing. You'll sit there and watch the boy get

nutted just like you were told to do at school."

It was perfectly true. Cody's teacher had been adamant that all of

the class should watch the broadcast. It was established federal

policy to ensure that all children was given due warning of what

would happen to them if they fell foul, even to a minor extent, of

the 2015 Sexual Offences Against the Child Act. Cody sat where he

was, biting his lip.

His 12-year-old brother Colin reacted altogether differently.

"Oh yeah, we're going to get to see a little kid get his balls cut

off! Wow man, that's so cool!"

Marie Quigley looked for a moment as if she was going to protest at

her younger son's over-exuberant response, but Fred clapped the boy

on the shoulder, said "Attaboy – let's see the little pansy get what

he deserves," and settled down on his couch.

The television warmed up to the sound of a commentator and the

picture of a hospital operating theatre. The commentator was already

speaking.

"…the first judicially sanctioned castration of 2017 and the first of

a boy as young as 11. Let me remind anyone who has been on Planet

Jupiter for the past six months that Ronan Cassidy was discovered by

his parents in the act of sodomising his 9-year-old brother. They

public-spiritedly reported Ronan to the authorities, he was tried

under the 2015 Sexual Offences Against the Child Act, found guilty

and sentenced to three concurrent sentences of 999 years' hard

labour, with no possibility of parole, and to surgical castration,

the mandatory penalty for all offences under the 2015 Act.

"Let me remind you too that, although Ronan is the youngest felon to

be subjected to such a sentence, he may not retain that distinction

for very long. Last month, a nine-year-old boy was discovered

attempting to engage in penetrative sex with his seven-year-old

sister. A loophole in the 2015 act appears to mean that he is too

young to stand trial under the Act. A bill before Congress right now

will remove that anomaly – retrospectively of course – and ensure

that the young pervert will receive the punishment he so richly

deserves. In future, age will be no defence against a charge under

the Act. Ah, I believe we are about to see Master Cassidy now."

The door to the operating theatre opened. Two burly back guards

bundled in a frail young white boy who barely reached their chests,

stark naked but with his wrists and ankles manacled. A doctor and

nurse in white uniforms followed them in.

"To look at the boy, you would hardly believe he was a sex pervert

would you?" pronounced the commentator. "He looks like every

mother's son. Without wishing to be indelicate, he does not even

look physically capable of a sexual assault. But believe me, the

evidence in court was compelling – this kid is the worst sort of

vermin and it must make all decent law-abiding Americans glad to know

that he will never, ever be a threat to their children again.

"You can see that they're strapping him in place now. I think my

technical colleagues have had to disconnect the mike above his head

because, frankly, he is screaming so loud that you folk would

otherwise be having difficulty hearing me speak. There, he's firmly

in place now. The nurse is applying ether to his private parts – not

so private right now, I have to say, with 100 million people

observing them. He is making a devil of a racket – and the operation

has not even started. And – yes – I do believe he is sporting an

erection. Could anybody want more positive proof of what a

despicable little pervert we are dealing with here?

"As I am sure you are all aware, these judicial castrations are

conducted without benefit of anaesthetic. The legislation is quite

explicit on that point –the pain and shame of the offender is seen as

both an important part of the punishment – an affirmation of

society's contempt for child abusers – and as a vital part of our

nation's policy of total deterrence. No-one witnessing the suffering

young Ronan Cassidy is about to undergo will surely ever succumb to

the temptation to emulate his debauched behaviour."

Back in the Quigley household, three of its four members watched agog

as the nurse held the 11-year-old's erect penis while the doctor made

his first incision in the child's scrotum. The engineers might have

turned the volume down but the child's screams were still crystal-

shattering in their intensity.

Only Cody found himself sympathising with the frail little boy,

screaming on the screen as the doctor severed the ducts attaching his

juvenile testicles to his body. Nothing the boy had done could

possibly merit such a punishment But he found he could not take his

eyes of the screen. And his own cock was every bit as stiff as

Ronan's.

Chapter Two – The Tissue

"You're jerking off!" Colin said from the other side of the darkened

bedroom.

"No I'm not," Cody lied.

"Yes you are, I can hear you. You're jerking off thinking about that

kid on the telly. You're thinking you want to be like him, tied down

with a doctor slicing your nuts off."

This assessment was just a bit too close to the truth for comfort.

Cody did not deny the charge and Colin twisted the knife.

"Yeah, you're a fucking pansy just like that kid. Everyone at school

thinks so. They see the way you gawp at them in the showers. They

know you're a fucking faggot. I'm ashamed to be your brother."

Cody sobbed. Colin pressed home his advantage.

"Do you know what? I overheard mom and dad talking about you the

other day. Mom was all for taking you to a shrink to get you sorted

out so you'd be a normal boy, but dad said, no way was he shelling

out good money for a faggot like you. You either learned to live

with your inclinations or you end up like that kid on the telly.

Your choice. That's what he said. Myself, I hope that's what

happens. Then when you're locked up for good with your nuts cut off

I won't have to feel embarrassed about being your brother any more."

Cody sobbed again, tugged at his cock and ejaculated all over his

stomach. He used a piece of tissue to clean himself up, put it under

his bed and finally managed to fall asleep.

Chapter Three - The Accusation

Cody was woken up by a blow to the head. There, looming over him,

was his father. In the background were his mother, looking as angry

as he had ever seen her, and Colin, giving a fair simulation of a

Raphael cherub, all 12-year-old injured innocence.

"You fucking pervert!" shouted Fred Quigley, "raping your younger

brother under this very roof! "

"But I…I never…"

"Don't lie to me, you piece of trash. Your sperm was still trickling

out of Colin's backside when he woke us up to tell us what had

happened, How did you think you'd get away with it? You must be

mental as well as queer."

Instinctively, Cody felt for the piece of sperm-impregnated tissue

which he had put under his bed before going to sleep. It was no

longer there. In a flash the boy realised what must have happened.

"But it's not true…I never…Cody must have stolen my sperm and put it

into his bottom"

Even as he said the words, Cody realised how preposterous they must

sound.

Fred Quigley hit his son again. Then, with an expression in his face

the like of which Cody had never seen before, he turned to his

younger son.

"You, go downstairs."

Colin gave a puzzled look, shrugged and left the room. As soon as he

had done so Fred Quigley started to undress. Marie looked uneasily

at him.

"Fred, what are you doing?"

"Shut it, woman. I need to show this piece of shit just what it feels

like to have a cock plugging his ass. Then maybe he'll think twice

about ever doing so again. Not that he's likely to have much

opportunity to do that." So saying, Fred started to clamber on top

of his son and force his unlubricated cock up the boy's ass.

"Fred! Are you mad?" Marie Quigley shouted.

Cody felt a faint flickering of hope at the thought that his mother,

normally so distant and unloving, might on this occasion at least

intervene to protect him. But that hope was to be totally dashed.

"Oh, fuck off woman, I'm just doing what I have to."

"Yes but…but…if you cum inside him, that'll be evidence. Otherwise

it's just your word against his. Use a condom for God's sake."

Fred smiled an evil smile.

"Good thinking. There's a nice ribbed one on our nightstand.

That'll leave him in no doubt that he's been royally fucked by his

own daddy."

Chapter Four – The Sentence

"The Prisoner will stand"

Cody was jerked to his feet by his handcuffs as the two guards on

either side of him rose from their seats.

"Prisoner Quigley, you have been found guilty of aggravated rape,

assault and battery. In determining your sentence I am mindful not

only of the extreme gravity of your offence, but of your devious and

low-minded attempts to pervert the course of justice by ludicrously

suggesting that your innocent young brother fabricated the evidence

against you by secreting a tissue with your semen on it and tamping

the semen into his own anus.

"Never in my 20 years as a judge have I heard so malevolent and

disreputable a defence. Fortunately, the statutes of the United

States now allow me to reflect my revulsion for that vile calumny by

augmenting the mandatory sentence for your primary offence.

"That sentence is three concurrent terms of 999 years' imprisonment

with hard labour and surgical castration. Guards! Hold the boy and

slap his face if necessary. He must not be allowed to faint whilst

sentence is being pronounced. There is no possibility of parole.

That is the mandatory sentence under the 2015 Sexual Offences Against

the Child Act.

"In addition, for the offences of perjury and attempts to pervert the

course of justice, you are also sentenced to 50 strokes of the cane

on the first day of each month for the full term of your sentence.

"In pronouncing this sentence I have been mindful of the evidence not

only of your brother – a patently truthful little boy whom you so

vilely abused – and of the doctors who confirmed from DNA tests that

the sperm inside him was yours but of your parents, who could hardly

conceal their praiseworthy revulsion at having borne so wicked a

child and who confirmed how fully in character your offence was, and

also the evidence of your class teacher and several of your

classmates who testified to your homosexual traits.

"Finally, I learned today that supplementary legislation has now been

drafted to make the rape of a minor a capital offence. Any such

legislation, if enacted, will be retrospective in its effect. If it

falls to me to advise on whether the death sentence should be applied

in your case, be in no doubt that my recommendation on the matter

will be unequivocal. Guards! Take him away."

Chapter Five – Bill Groves

Bill Groves looked with contempt at the 14-year-old blond boy standing

snivelling, naked and shackled, in front of him. The chief guard of

the Federal Correctional Institution for Paedophiles (F-CIP) had

hoped for a kid with more spirit. He liked breaking kids with

spirit. But this one looked a total wimp, exactly the sort of faggot

who never deserved to have been given balls in the first place.

"Right, listen up kid, I have good news and I have bad news, and then

I have worse news. The good news is that there is a six-week backlog

on castrations, so you get to keep your balls for a while yet. The

bad news is that you are the prettiest piece of ass yet to enter this

institution and the Sexual Offences Against the Child Act

specifically exempts acts allegedly committed at F-CIP. Our wise

legislators realised that unless they made such an exemption deviant

scum like you would make false accusations against hard-working

federal employees like me.

"Today is the 23rd of April. On the morning of the 2nd of March you

will receive your first 50 strokes of the cane. That's seven days

away. Conveniently we have a room in this institution called the

7/24 room. Favoured inmates spend a week there and are well looked

after by the entire staff of this establishment working on a rota

basis for 24 hours a day without cease. It's amazing how a

combination of Viagra and a desensitising gel can allow a really fit

guy to keep ploughing away up some kid's ass for hours on end without

coming. A week of total sleep deprivation, with only a saline drip

to nourish you, will mean that you are hardly aware of what's

happening to you by the end, but rest assured that my staff and I

will be having a whale of a time fucking your faggot ass whether

you're aware of us or not.

"The minute you're let out of the 7/24 room, your hard labour

starts: 18 hours a day in the field breaking rocks and digging up

root vegetables – with your bare hands. We don't go in for

prisoners' clothing at this establishment as you can tell, so

there'll be no shortage of cocks on display to keep you happy. Not

many balls though, just those like yours which are waiting their turn

to come off. All you'll have in the field is a straw hat to protect

you from sunstroke. And your shackles of course. Mounted guards with

bull-whips will make sure you don't slacken off for one second.

"All that hard work will keep your mind off what will happen to you

on Monday May 2nd. You'll just have had your caning of course, and

believe me a caning here is nothing like any caning you may have had

at school, or from your old man, or even dreamed about. 50 strokes

is reckoned to be the absolute maximum a kid your age can take

without his life being threatened. Indeed, some medical opinion says

50 strokes is MORE than a kid your age can take without his life

being threatened. But to hell with bleeding hearts like them!

"So you'll be feeling pretty rotten when they come to take you to the

hospital wing. That's when you'll meet Dr Calman and Nurse Withers.

I'll just tell you three things about Dr Calman. One, he really likes

his work. Two, when it comes to pretty young kids like you he likes

to get into the mood for his work by – let's say – getting to know

the kid really intimately first. And three, he must hold some sort

of record as the best-hung medical practitioner in the Northern

Hemisphere. But he still plays nice cop to Nurse Withers' nasty

cop. Snipping off boys' balls isn't just a job for her, it's a

mission. OK, kid, follow me."

Chapter .Six - the 7/24 Room

Bill Groves opened the door and ushered the boy inside. Cody

blinked. Arc lights of exceptional brightness flooded the room – a

windowless cell about twelve feet square where the only item of

furniture was a floodlit wheel-less trolley in the plum centre. Four

chains terminating in leather cuffs hung ominously from the ceiling

above the trolley. Standing to one side was a saline drip.

Standing to the other side were two similar contraptions, each with a

container like an outsized hot water bottle to which was attached a

rubber tuber ending, in one case in a thick black nozzle, in the

other in a 12-inch length of thin transparent plastic tubing. Cody

had absolutely no idea what they were.

Fifteen guards were in the room awaiting Cody's arrival. All of them

towered over the slender 14-year-old by at least a foot. A sound

system was blasting out hip-hop at eardrum-shattering intensity.

"Not much of a welcoming committee, is it kid?" joked Bill Groves,

shouting into the boy's ear. "Don't feel offended. Only a quarter

of the guards here are off duty at any one time. You will be making

the acquaintance of 60 of the Government's finest before the week is

out."

Cody shivered with cold and fear and started to snivel.

Bill Groves continued.

"Now let me describe the little regime we operate in room 7/24.

First we give you an enema. Know what an enema is, kid? No? Your

surprise me. Well, see that rubber container and the tubing attached

to it. Well, we fix the nozzle into your ass, remove that little

metal clamp under the container and you will have the dubious

pleasure of feeling two quarts of iced water flood your bowels. You

will hold it in place for ten minutes before we allow you to release

it. Then we will do it all over again. The cramps you feel will be

terrible, but you can take comfort from the fact that it is all in a

good cause – of making sure not a scrap of your shit contaminates our

cocks."

"Let's fill him up now, boss," suggested one of the guards,

shamelessly rubbing his cock through his fatigues. "Then you can

tell him what's in store for him while we purge him."

"Not a bad idea," agreed Bill Gates. "OK, lift him onto the

trolley. That's it. Now, fix his wrists in place. Not his ankles

yet, we'll do that later. Just hold them in place. Great! Oh shut

up, kid, I'm getting mightily pissed off with your constant whining.

Right, now, Blake – plug him!"

Two burly guards held Cody's ankles far apart while Blake tried to

force the nozzle into his virgin asshole. The boy screamed at the

attempted invasion, but his sphincter held out against the onslaught.

"Jesus, boss, this is a first. I can't get it in! Gonna need to

lubricate it."

"Well lubricate it then for fuck's sake," said Bill Groves, his voice

hoarse with lust. "You're holding proceedings up!"

Blake was handed a tube of KY which he applied liberally first to the

nozzle and then to the squirming kid's asshole. Entry was now

perfected. Cody's screams matched the sound system in terms of

decibels.

The clamp was released and the icy water started to pour into Cody's

bowels. When the container was no more than half empty his stomach

started to expand like a tyre being filled. One of the guards, an

evil-looking red-head, could not resist pressing Cody's stomach in to

add to the kid's torment. As he did so Bill Groves continued to

describe the regime in store for the boy.

"So, kid, here's the score. After you've had your second enema, we

strap you in place. You'll find your arms and legs are forced

upwards and outwards giving us all an uninterrupted view of your cute

little bod and your tight little ass. Your head will be hanging off

the edge of the trolley, so you'll see the world upside down. That

will give a great view of the cocks that will be plugging your

throat. Because basically, from about two minutes from now until a

week's time, you will have a cock in your mouth and a cock up your

ass the entire time."

Bill Groves squeezed Cody's cock, forced erect by the combination of

the enema water and the prospect of his week-long gang-rape.

"You like the idea, huh? Never really expected any other response

from a queerboy like you. Well let me add a few details. The lights

will be on the entire time, The music will be playing full blast the

entire time. The last kid to get the full 7/24 treatment was a cute

15-year-old. He was a quiet, bright teen when we brought him in.

He's thrashing around in a straitjacket in his padded cell right now.

"But on day five, when you think life is as bad as it can get, just

latch on to one thought. We're really doing you a favour. Coz by

fucking you night and day we're preparing you to accept Dr Calman.

By the time we're through with you we can probably get one, maybe

two, fists inside your ass. But you'll still squeal like a stuck pig

when Dr Calman prepares you for surgery. Coz Dr Calman is BIG! As

in freak show. OK guys, hold him over the bucket and remove the

nozzle. Jeez, what a stink! Right, hook up the second enema bag."

Chapter Seven – Day Three

Danny McGee had fucked the little Quigley kid on his first day in the

7/24 room, but despite the liberal use of desensitising gel he had

found the whole experience too thrilling to be able to prevent

himself from coming prematurely. The realisation that, for the first

time in his 24-year life, he was fucking a hairless child with an

unbroken voice, a child who would be fucked incessantly for the next

six-and-a-half days, a child who all too soon would lose his nuts and

whose voice would never break, a child who might yet end up in the

electric chair – well, it all caused him to come in less than half-a-

dozen thrusts. His fellow guards had expressed their amused sympathy

and wished him better luck the next time.

The next time was more or less now. The deal was that as soon as

guards M and N had finished fucking Cody fore and aft, and before

guards O and P had taken their place with Q and R waiting their

turns, the word went out to guards S and T to get their ass over to

room 7/24 as soon as possible. There was to be no question of more

than a couple of seconds' gap between Cody's ass and mouth being

vacated and re-penetrated in his marathon gang-rape.

Danny opened the door to room 7/24. The lights were glaring, the

sound-system was going full throttle. The boy was lying on his back

on the narrow trolley with his wrists and ankles tightly strapped

above him so that his ass just slightly over-hung one edge of the

trolley while his head completely over-hung the other, where it was

being bent painfully back by a black guard called Troy Mann to permit

a good upside-down face-fuck.

Danny was delighted to see that the boy's ass was being plugged by

Kurt Reiner, a particularly well-endowed sadist of German

extraction. He could not have wished to find a better pair double-

fucking the kid – the snarling blond Aryan and the grinning Negro,

each stripped to their boots. They had developed a synchronised

rhythm, each thrusting in together to add to the child's torment, and

they looked as if they could keep the act up all night if they so

desired.

The boy looked tiny and even younger than his 14 years by contrast

with the two hunks who were raping him. Danny thrilled to the

thought that he had now been subject to a continuous gang-rape for

nearly seventy hours and was still less than half-way through this

particular ordeal. He just hoped the boy was not so spaced out that

he was unable to appreciate the experience.

Eventually Kurt could hold off no longer. Crying "Ach, Gott in

Himmel!" and clasping Cody's balls like a drowning man, he ejaculated

the week's worth of sperm he had been saving up for this occasion

into the child. Empathetically, Troy jetted his own copious Negro

sperm at Cody's tonsils at the same time.

Two more guards were due their turn before Danny could have his, but

first it was ruled that the boy needed a further enema, a streak of

shit having been discerned on the German's cock as he withdrew it.

The boy's restraints were temporarily unfastened and he was lifted

off the trolley. The two guards whose turn was due held him. To

start with, the boy looked groggy, almost doped, but he came back to

the real world soon enough as Kurt forced the nozzle into the child's

rectum and, whilst the icy water flooded his bowels, he hit the boy

about the face as punishment for sullying his manhood with his shit,

swearing loudly at him in German as he did so.

In his little boy voice, rendered almost inaudible by fatigue and

abuse, Cody murmured, "no…no" as his tummy swelled to grotesque

proportions. The guards forced him to hold a seemingly impossible

quantity of icy water for ten minutes before allowing him to void his

bowels in a bucket. He was then tied to the trolley again, this time

on his front, to be raped fore and aft by the next two guards.

Part of Danny wanted them to come nice and quickly so that he could

take their place – his cock was screaming for release. The other

part wanted each and every violation of the child to last as long as

possible. The actual outcome was a compromise between these two

conflicting wishes – a double fuck that went on for 45 minutes. Then

and only then did Danny have the inestimable pleasure of fucking a 14-

year-old convict – one under sentence of castration and possible

electrocution – not for a few minutes as on his first occasion but

for the best part of a whole glorious ecstatic hour.

Chapter Eight – The Sanatorium

Cody woke up. He was lying between clean white linen sheets. For a

moment he thought he was at home again, that he had woken from a

dreadful nightmare. Then reality dawned. His wrists and ankles were

tied to the bed. However long he had been asleep was nothing like

long enough to relieve the pain of his week-long gang-rape and his

subsequent caning – his ass was in agony inside and out, and his

throat not much better.

And there, standing by the side of his bed, was Nurse Withers. Tall,

grey-haired and unsmiling.

"You little pervert," she snarled, "I imagine you'll think twice now

before sodomising small boys."

"But…I never…"

The blow descended on his face at the speed of light.

"You are a liar as well as a pervert. Well, that will just make me

relish even more the days, weeks and months of incessant punishment

you have in front of you. You will note I did not say years. You

will be interested to know that while you were snoring your head off

yesterday the sexual capital offences amendment act was finally

passed. Do you know what that means?"

"I…no, I don't."

"That means that capital punishment is now a mandatory punishment for

all category one sexual offences, regardless of the age of the

perpetrator. Do you understand now?"

Cody's blood ran cold. He shook uncontrollably to the extent his

bondage permitted.

"Yes, I do believe you do. Before the year is out, `Old Sparky' will

be put to good use again. You will have the dubious privilege of

frying in America's best known electric chair. But don't worry, your

miserable life is going to be jam-packed with activity before then.

Starting this very week with the removal of your testicles."

The prospect of being electrocuted, so apparently remote when he had

been sentenced, now overwhelmed the boy, temporarily obscuring the

more real and present danger of losing his balls. He howled like an

animal in a trap. Nurse Withers allowed herself a grim smile of

satisfaction as she released his straps, but only to tie him in place

again on his front.

"Dr Calman will be here shortly. He likes to get to know the men and

boys we have to operate on quite intimately beforehand. As you may

have heard he is quite exceptionally equipped. So it falls to me to

prepare you for him. You might think that a week at the disposal of

the entire force of prison guards would have prepared you well

enough. But no. The only effective preparation the prison has to

offer is – THIS."

So saying, Nurse Withers grabbed the boy by his hair, twisting his

head so that he could see plainly what she held in her hand.

What she held in her hand was a monstrous dildo of at least 15 inches

in length, with girth to match.

Nurse Withers was a strong women, but she needed all her strength to

force even the first few inches of the dildo into the boy, well

prepared though he was for the intrusion. Nothing he had experienced

over the previous seven days had adequately prepared him for this.

He screamed uncontrollably as she managed to force inch after painful

inch inside him. She then contrived to sodomise him actively with it

for half an hour with one hand while remorselessly squeezing his

imperilled balls with the other. The agony was indescribable.

More than once Cody felt the blissful imminence of unconsciousness.

But Nurse Cody knew the tell-tale signs of a boy about to faint and

always eased up just before he did. So he was still fully conscious

when the door opened.

Chapter Nine – Doctor Calman

Dr Calman was a short man with thinning black hair plastered over his

dome. Nothing in his outward appearance suggested that he was a man

who required his victims to be opened up with a 15-inch dildo in

order to accommodate him. He was no double for John Holmes.

"Very good, nurse," Cody heard him say as she finally yanked the

humungous dildo free from his gaping anus. "I think our little

pervert is now in a fit state to appreciate what anal rape really

feels like. Move his head so that he can see what he's in for. I

will take over now."

Nurse Withers grabbed Cody's hair and forced his head sideways so

that the doctor filled his field of vision. To the boy's horror, the

nondescript white-coated man appeared to have a log secreted inside

his trousers all the way down to his knee.

Dr Calman removed his trousers and underpants, while keeping on his

white coat. Cody could literally not believe his eyes. The man's

cock hung, huge and thick, from his groin the full length of his

thigh – and it was not even remotely erect yet. Cody gulped.

Nurse Withers started to massage the humungous appendage to erection,

stimulating the doctor verbally as well as physically.

"This one really deserves what's coming to him," she said, "raping

his innocent little brother and then trying to lie his way out of

it. The new act has cone not a moment too soon. I shall personally

take the greatest of pleasure from seeing his writhing, naked,

emasculated body strapped into the electric chair and then watch

while long powerful surges of electricity race through his body and

fry his brains. I believe it took two surges of a minute each to

kill the Rosenbergs. Perhaps he'll last even longer. But meanwhile

he has a more immediate fate in store – castration without benefit of

anaesthetic. Ah, doctor, I do believe you are ready to teach the

little sodomite a lesson in sodomy."

Cody's eyes were now as wide as saucers. Dr Calman's penis would not

have disgraced a thoroughbred stallion or an adolescent elephant. It

was a huge cudgel of flesh, nearly two foot in length and as thick as

a baseball bat.

"Oh, no, please," protested Cody, "I can't take that! You'll kill

me!"

"Che sera sera," said Nurse Withers, lowering her voice to hiss at

her companion, "Do it, doctor! Do it now!"

Dr Calman did not need to be asked twice. He hauled himself onto the

boy and managed to force his vast cock up the screaming child with

surprising speed, rupturing his bowels effortlessly in the process.

Chapter 10 – The Knife

Between them the doctor and nurse had proved remarkably proficient in

making good the damage they had caused Cody. His sphincter would

never close again, but the haemorrhaging from his colon had been

stemmed easily enough. Every shit for the rest of his short life

would be agonising, but he would not die. Not until the justice

system said he should.

It was a full week before they determined that he was ready to lose

his balls. This proved to be a semi-public event. The prison

governor and a significant number of the guards drifted into the

sanatorium during the hours leading up to the great event. Cody lay

strapped on his back. Nurse Withers stood with a hypodermic needle

poised to inject him in his left arm. Dr Calman looked on, his arms

folded with a smile of total satisfaction on his face.

"This is not an anaesthetic," she informed him. "On the contrary, it

is a drug designed both to heighten your awareness of pain and to

ensure that you remain conscious throughout this operation. I

thought you'd like to know that."

Cody thrashed around in his bonds, panic finally overcoming him.

Sweat poured from his face. He would doubtless have made his

protests very explicit had he not had to contend with an outsize

rubber ball-gag.

Dr Calman was more than happy to leave his nurse to undertake the

little operation under his instruction.

"Very good, nurse. A clean incision of his scrotum halfway down his

testicles if you please. Yes, that's perfect. Now, an iodine stick

to stem the bleeding. Good." He then turned to the assembled guests.

" Now for the novel bit. We've not tried this before, but it should

be fun to watch. The nurse is pulling two lengths of wire with a

loop at their ends from a spool fixed to the end of the operating

table. You will see that she is now attaching the loops around

Cody's semi-exposed testicles. I think you will agree that the boy

is not especially enjoying the sensation. There, now they're firmly

in place. Now the nurse will turn on a motor which will cause the

spool to rotate extremely slowly – less than a centimetre a minute.

Cody's testicles will be severed from their moorings, but it will

probably take at least 15 minutes before they are finally detached.

I leave you to imagine the agonies he will be enduring while his

painfully slow emasculation proceeds. There you are – do you see

what I mean?"

"Shit, look at those wires!" said Bill Groves. "Unless you knew they

were moving you would hardly believe it. But they are!"

And indeed they were. At an almost infinitesimal speed, the two

wires were pulling Cody's testicles further and further from his

scrotum. The boy was writhing in agony.

The governor intervened.

"I think my staff deserve to hear the prisoner's reaction to his just

punishment, doctor. Please instruct your nurse to remove his gag."

"With pleasure, sir," Dr Calman replied. Nurse Withers happily

complied with the order.

Cody's screams were deafening. His head – the only part of his body

capable of moving more than a centimetre – thrashed from side to

side. His eyes rolled. Foam emerged from his mouth. Tears and snot

mingled on his cheeks.

It was indeed nearly a quarter of an hour later when the wires

finally severed his testicles from their ducts. And even then the

boy remained fully conscious, watching in appalled horror as his two

little greyish-red nuts slithered along the operating table between

his legs and ended up on the floor.

Chapter 11 – In the Fields

Cody's hands were raw. Blood seeped from his fingernails as he

knelt, naked but for a straw hat, in the field, his back burned

vermilion by the harsh noonday sun. He was removing stones from the

ground as fast as he could, but he knew that this was not fast

enough. His bucket was nothing like full, and he reckoned he only

had another few seconds left before…

"Quigley? You lazy or stupid or what? You got just 20 seconds left

to fill that bucket, or you know what'll happen!"

Cody looked up. There, silhouetted against the sun, was Guard Danny

McGee on his horse, a bull-whip in his right hand. His shiny brown

leather boots were just inches away from Cody's tear-stained face.

"Oh please sir, just give me a few minutes more. I'm trying as hard

as I can sir. I…"

"10 seconds!"

Cody scrabbled in the dirt. He had managed to extract three more

stones when his 10 seconds' respite expired. The guard raised his

whip and brought it smashing down on the 14-year-old's back.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Cody thrashed around in the dirt in his agony, presenting an easy

target to Guard McGee as he rained blow after blow down on the

defenceless child. By now other guards had drifted over, on

horseback or on foot, to give Danny any encouragement he might need.

The sight of the bloodied, screaming eunuch child, his coolie hat now

blowing away in the wind, was massively exhilarating.

Even Danny's horse responded to the situation. Something about the

sight or smell of the tortured child made an impression on its equine

nervous system and its penis started to elongate and thicken.

"Hey Danny, I think you'd better stop what you're doing and put young

Quigley to work aqain," one of the guards suggested. "Phantom seems

to be in need of some attention."

Danny jumped of his horse and smiled as he saw what his friend was

talking about. He grabbed Cody by the scruff of the neck and dragged

him to his horse.

"Right, kid, if you want me to stop your beating right now, which is

a great deal more than you deserve, make Phantom happy. You got just

30 seconds to make my horse happy or the punishment resumes!"

This was the third time that Cody had been forced to suck off one of

the guard's horses in order to escape further punishment. He knew

what to do. Sick to the stomach, he dragged his tortured body

underneath the horse, which was pawing the dirt in its sexual

excitement, and placed his little hands around the stem of its cock,

a few inches above the crown. Then he began to move them up and

down, with his mouth wide open to receive whatever the horse had to

offer. He knew from bitter past experienced that spillage would be

regarded as insubordination and lead to a further whipping.

"ONE…TWO…THREE…" the guards counted as Cody masturbated the horse.

He was lucky. The beast snorted, whinnied and erupted before the 30

seconds were up. Quarts of acrid equine semen were pumped into

Cody's waiting mouth. He was spared further punishment, and only had

to contend with a two-hour gang rape as eight horny guards filled him

with their own human semen.

Chapter 12 – Old Sparky

"You're gonna fry tomorrow," hissed Bill Groves as he fucked Cody for

the third time that day. The boy was bound naked to a table in the

guardroom. "But you're gonna fry good and slow. Old Sparky has been

modified to make sure you don't leave this vale of tears too soon. We

want you to know exactly what electrocution feels like. How much

pain can a 14-year-old kid take? Well I reckon we're gonna find out

tomorrow! Ah YES, here I come! TAKE IT, you fucking pansy, TAKE MY

CUM!"

The thought of a kid frying always had the guards good and hot.

Since the sexual capital offences amendment act had come into effect

no fewer than eight minors had succumbed to it, all at the Federal

Correctional Institution for Paedophiles, the youngest to date being

11-year-old Ronan Cassidy, though the guards were hopeful that the

cute nine-year-old who had been caught fucking his little sister

would not be far behind. My, how little Ronan had cried as he had

been dragged to the chair! And the adjustments to its voltage had

been perfect – it took half an hour before the child stopped

screaming and thrashing around, smoke issuing from his ears, and was

finally pronounced dead.

So Cody was raped incessantly by a revolving cast of horny guards

during what was scheduled to be his last night on earth. Execution

had been fixed for nine o'clock, and at six the raping stopped, he

was dragged back to his cell and thrown onto the floor, where he wept

his little heart out.

He was barely conscious when the door opened. There, to his surprise,

stood not only the governor but also the judge who had presided over

his trial. The governor was carrying a pile of clothes. His clothes.

"Cody," said the judge, " we owe you a sincere apology. Evidence has

come to light, just this week, which establishes that you have been

wrongly imprisoned and punished."

"I…I don't understand…what..?"

"Get dressed and follow us," the judge said, "and everything will

become clear."

Cody scrambled into his clothes as fast as his tortured body would

allow him to. He scampered behind the governor and the judge as they

walked down the corridor. They passed through three metal doors,

each more secure than the one before, until they came to the end of a

corridor. The governor unlocked a door and they entered a darkened

room. Cody fumbled his way to a bench and sat down.

The judge spoke.

"Just last week a teacher at your brother's school overheard him

boasting to a schoolfellow how he had framed you by fabricating the

evidenced that you had raped him. An emergency tribunal was

convened. At first the two boys adamantly denied the conversation

but after a degree of, um, persuasion had been applied Colin

confessed. Our new penal code is quite explicit on the penalties for

bearing false witness. Colin will be subjected to exactly the

punishment which you would have undergone – as you will now see."

Suddenly the room was bathed in light. Cody found himself facing a

glass partition, through which was a white tiled room. In the centre

was a large chair – throne-like in its size but old and battered, and

replete with electric wiring. Strapped to the chair, and looking

pitifully small by comparison with it, was Cody's naked 12-year-old

brother.

"See those metal clips under his penis? He was castrated by Dr

Calman just half an hour ago. I understand that some – uh – earlier

attention that Dr Calman paid your brother has already caused life-

threatening damage to his intestinal system, but there has been no

time to concern ourselves with that. Summary justice is vital in

cases of this kind. So…are you happy to see your lying brother fry,

Cody?"

Cody was a mess of emotions. Relief that his ordeal was about to

end, anger at the torment he had endured, a deep desire to extract

revenge on his brother – and yet, a welling up of pity for the child

he remembered playing with happily for the early years of their lives.

"Um, I don't know, I think – wouldn't a prison sentence be enough? I

don't want to see him…"

"But you MUST, Cody, you MUST. It is you who has suffered so much as

a result of his wicked perjury. It is only right that you witness

this evil child receive the punishment he so richly deserves. Very

well, Frank, it's time."

The governor stood up, lifted a telephone from its wall mounting and

spoke to one of the guards in the execution cell. From where he sat,

Cody could see the guard nod his head and smile at the instruction he

had received. He turned to Colin and said a few sentences to him.

The 12-year-old screamed a silent scream (the glass partition was

totally soundproof).

The next thing the guard did took Cody by surprise, despite the

numerous sexual assaults he had suffered during his months in the F-

CIP. He continued to say unwelcome things to Colin while at the same

time manipulating the child's penis until it achieved an involuntary

erection.

Something about the sight of his younger brother, strapped into an

electric chair, about to be slowly and painfully dispatched, yet

formidably erect – something about the sight finally got to Cody. For

the first time since his castration he felt his own cock beginning to

stiffen. He knew that he was going to derive some real pleasure from

seeing the boy who had been prepared to condemn him to death receive

his just desserts.

Cody felt the judge's hand descend onto his crotch, unzip his fly and

extract his stiff young penis.

"Yes. Cody," he whispered, "enjoy this moment. You deserve to."

The guard moved away from Colin and, still smiling, walked to a heavy-

duty wall-mounted switch. He pulled it downwards.

It was indeed 30 minutes before the judge stopped stroking Cody's

cock and went into the adjacent room to confirm that the sentence on

12-year-old Colin Quigley had been duly executed.

THE END