During the build up to the General Election, there had been all those casualties in Afghanistan and Iraq, as well as the horrific rapes and murders and the child abuse ring which had been abusing hundreds of children, especially girls. Who had come up with the idea first, history may one day reveal, but the idea soon took hold. From small beginnings, the Women's Liberation party took off like the proverbial rocket. Soon they had candidates in every seat in the country and a platform which made the traditional politicians cringe. They stood for withdrawal of all our troops from Iraq and Afghanistan, and 'proper' punishment for those who carried out rape and particularly for child abuse. Even then, they proclaimed that, if they came to power, men who abused children or raped women would be castrated.

When they came to power, they made good that promise. Enough women doctors were found to carry out the procedure on those found guilty. However, the new government decided that they wanted to end the power of men over women, so passed laws removing the right to vote from the men. Since this was against the UN Charter on Human Rights as well as EU Conventions, the government simply withdrew from those bodies and the UK became an insular community. Their second term of office introduced more extreme measures which included prefrontal lobotomy for those committing a second offence to render them incapable of ever doing much again, and the extension of castration to many more crimes including burglary and drug offenses. As there were not enough doctors willing to carry this out the women had set up a group during their first term in office to automate the process. The result was The Chair - always referred to in the capital letters. The principle was extended during their third term in office with the first really successful government in years. Crime was way down and so were taxes because of the reduced spending on the armed forces and crime. However, they were surprised when there was not a public outcry when The Chair was introduced into secondary schools for pupils over the age of 13 who exhibited violent or disruptive behaviour, truancy or were just in the bottom 10% of the school's academic results. The last was to ensure that the 'right' males only were able to breed, apart from being amazingly effective in most cases to ensure that the boys were sufficiently motivated to work as hard as they could. As The Chair was a complex and expensive piece of equipment, a cluster of secondary schools all shared one The Chair at the most central school.

It was soon discovered that girls were not the 'little angels' that the government fondly imagined them to be. It was found that girls would fabricate tales of bullying or hands up skirts just to get a boy sent to The Chair, even if there was no truth in their allegations whatsoever. This led to a whipping stool being used at each school. Any girl bearing false witness would be bare bottom whipped in front of the female members of her school to discourage the others. The girl would be strapped down to the stool with her bottom in the air, gagged, and, while the school nurse watched to make sure that no permanent physical harm was done, the girl would be soundly thrashed. False allegations ceased, as did bullying amongst the girls. seeing a punishment session was a powerful deterrent to the rest of the girls in the school.

So it was that The Chair was installed in Bottom Hill School in the heart of a large council estate. Carl and Michael (but always referred to as 'Mike') were boys who always seemed to avoid The Chair by the skin of their teeth. their teachers often discussed how they'd manage to avoid what was laughingly called 'the drop zone' ( a reference to football tables where the bottom clubs were dropped down to a lower league: in this case, The Chair dropped something rather more personal!) Mike was a born follower who always did what Carl told him to do. the teachers and Mike's parents had tried to separate them, but to no avail. If mischief was around, Carl would be at the centre of it and Mike would be assisting him. The head mistress had often considered sending Carl to The Chair, but she had to have a sufficiently good reason, and Carl always seemed to stop just short of giving her due cause.

It was an Inset Day at the school - so called because it was an in-service training day for the teachers - much hated by them and loved by the pupils who got a day off. Carl was bored and suggested to mike that they might go into the school so see if they could get a glimpse of The Chair as they'd heard so much about it, but never seen it. Mike was against this and really quite frightened by the thought, but Carl knew which 'buttons' to press to get Mike to do whatever he wanted. Carl told Mike that, at the start of the day, all the teachers would be in the main hall for a briefing as he'd managed to 'acquire' a copy of the day's agenda when he'd been sent on an errand to Reprographics, mainly to get him out of the class for a while so the poor teacher could get on with trying to impart some learning to the others.

They sneaked into the school which was surprisingly quiet. Carl supposed that the teachers would think that the kids wouldn't go near the place unless they had to: probably quite true, in fact. Next to the Nurse's room was a door labeled "The Chair. No entry for boys unless they are to undergo the procedure." Carl pushed the door open, surprised that it wasn't locked. They slipped inside as Carl shut the door behind him. They both stood still staring at the device which was rather frightening to behold. The Chair was somewhat like a dentist's chair, but with straps in various places, including arm supports and leg supports which would spread the legs apart with straps rather like a seat belt, but made of black rubber, ending in buckles which fitted into slots on The Chair. It was covered in black rubber with a stainless steel seat shaped rather like a bed pan, but with a depression rather than the hole between the sides. In the front where the bedpan would have its gap to be emptied, there was a raised area with a tapered slot. Underneath there was a covered section which they presumed must contain the mechanism. There was also a narrow metal plate with very fine holes in it running up the back of The Chair.

"Come on, Mike, get your clothes off and let's sit you in The Chair!" Mike said, "No, I don't want to do that. The thought of sitting in it scares me." "What, are you chicken? Mike's a scared cat!" Carl replied, accusingly. "I'm not chicken!" Mike answered as he started removing his clothing. Carl smiled to himself. All he had to do was to accuse Mike of being 'chicken' and he'd do anything.

Once Mike had stripped, Carl encouraged him to sit on the seat and slide back so his testes hung in his scrotum through the slot in the base of the seat. Carl helped to guide them back into the slot so he could see them dangling down below the steel seat. "How does that feel?" Carl asked. "Cold!" replied Mike, "The metal seat is really cold and the rubber back was cold at first, but my back is warming up. Carl picked up the strap which went around the hips and made to fasten it in place. "No, don't do that. I'll get out now!" Mike urgently said. "What, chicken?" came Carl's reply, "I've got my camera and I need to take a photo of you in The Chair to prove we did this." With the 'chicken' remark, Mike sat back as Carl clicked the strap in place, then the two straps around the tops of the thighs. After that, he did up the strap across Mike's chest and the two straps to each arm. Mike was now firmly strapped down. Carl took a picture of Mike in The Chair, then Mike asked Carl to release him. Carl went to unclick the belts and found, to his horror, that there appeared to be no release mechanism for the straps.

At that moment, the door opened as the head mistress, the school nurse and one of the female gym teachers came into the room. "Well, well," the head mistress said, "What have we here?" Carl started to explain that they were just being nosy when the head mistress told him to be quiet. The nurse looked at Mike, who by now was sporting an erection from the embarrassment of being naked in front of these ladies, and said, "Carl, you got it nearly right. You should have put a disposable pad under Mike's bottom. That's in case the boy soils himself when The Chair does its work. You also should have put one of these on him." With that, she opened a drawer and took out two plastic bags. Opening one, she removed the device inside. She went up to Mike's erect penis and rolled the self adhesive condom catheter down over the shaft of his penis, smoothing it out and making sure it was well stuck down. On the end of the condom catheter was a large plastic bag. "We use this to collect any urine as the boys often wet themselves from fear. Mike was sitting there silently, terrified because they'd been caught, strapped into the black rubber which was by now warm and slippery from his sweat, with his penis covered by the condom catheter and the clear plastic bag hanging down.

The head mistress turned to Carl, "Get your clothes off too. We'll sit you in The Chair as well and take a picture of you now you're here." "How did you find we're in here?" Carl managed to ask her. The head mistress laughed, "Oh, that's easy! We left the door open on purpose as we'd heard rumours that you were going to try to get in here. There's an alarm fitted to the room which you triggered when you came in which works this." She held up a small pager like device which had a red flashing light on it. "Once you'd triggered the alarm, we've been watching you on closed circuit television. Now get those clothes off!" She barked the last instruction as Carl hurried to obey her. When he was naked too, he developed a large erection as well. The nurse opened the other packet and, telling him to stand still, unrolled the condom catheter onto his penis too so he stood there with the plastic collecting bag dangling off the tip of his penis. The nurse then took a ring device which she fitted around the base of his penis and fastened around him, "That's to hold the catheter firmly in place and to stop the weight of the collecting bag from pulling it off."

"Please could you let me out now?" came Mike's plaintive plead. "Not yet," the headmistress said. "You are still missing one thing. I'll put that on you and then take a picture of you properly prepared for The Chair." The nurse went over to Mike and put a nose clip over his nose, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. She took another device from the drawer and smeared it with lubricant with her back to Mike so he couldn't see what was to come. She turned and put the mouth gag into his mouth, and then squeezed the rubber bulb hanging from the gag on a piece of tubing to inflate the gag inside Mike's mouth. Suddenly, he was really terrified as his bladder gave way and he released a stream of urine into the collecting bag. "See what we mean about the need for the bag, boys?" the nurse said. She went to The Chair and pulled out a final strap which went across the gag to hold Mike's head in place and to prevent any chance of expelling the gag from his mouth. As the final click was fastened, The Chair came alive. Hidden motors pulled the straps really tight, especially over Mike's hips, pulling his spine into close contact with the metal plate in the back of The Chair. The headmistress smiled at the boys, "I should tell you that there is no way to release the straps once they are fastened. The only way they are released is when The Chair has done its job." Mike realised what was happening to him and tried to struggle and protest, but the gag effectively stopped any sound and he was too well strapped down to move. Sweat glistened on his forehead from his efforts to free himself. The head mistress said, "Did you read the notice on the door, Carl?" "Yes, miss," came his sad reply. "Good, Carl. Then you know that the only boys who are allowed in here are those who are about to undergo The Chair, don't you. That means when it has finished dealing with Mike, you'll be in there." At that moment, Carl's bladder gave way from his fear as the bag filled with his yellow urine.

They turned to watch Mike. The Chair had been blowing warmed air over his scrotum to relax it. Suddenly two rubber covered metal grips came from under The Chair and fastened themselves either side of Mike's scrotum and pulled down painfully, stretching the skin so that his testes were pulled down into the machine. Carl watched with horror, knowing that he would be sitting there next. Suddenly metal prongs emerged with two rubber bands at their tips. The elastricator reached up until the tips were just touching the metal underside of the seat and then they were released to grip tightly around the top of Mike's scrotum, as close to his body as possible which is why his scrotum had been warmed and stretched. Mike winced as the tight bands dug deep into the skin, crushing the blood vessels and spermatic cords, rendering him a eunuch and soon to cause dry gangrene which would make his scrotum and testes turn black and drop off in a few days.

"Are you watching carefully, Carl? You will be next! See how his scrotum is turning purple? It hurts, and that's how it should be as this is a punishment. Once it turns a dark enough shade of purple, The Chair will go onto the next stage. I'll let you find out what that is for yourself!" the head mistress told him, to make his wait even more stressful. Mike was obviously suffering. After ten minutes with his scrotum a dark purple, a guided needle emerged through one of the holes in the metal strip at the back of The Chair against which Mike's back was tightly pressed by the belts which had pulled him firmly back against it. It injected a small dose of local anaesthetic into the skin which would have felt like a wasp sting to Mike, but he basically didn't even notice that with the pain from his crushed scrotum. After allowing the skin to become numb, a larger needle was inserted into his spine and a spinal injection made which slowly numbed him from his waist down: he was being punished, but there was a limit to how much he'd be expected to suffer. The adults who were punished were just expected to put up with the pain when they were treated in The Chair.

Suddenly the clamps on The Chair all flew open as the nurse and gym teacher lifted Mike, still gagged, from the Chair. He was carried into the nurse's room next door and laid down while the nurse put a thick pile of cloth nappies on him, after removing the external condom, followed by a drop front pair of rubber pants. She bent over to him, "I'm going to leave the gag on a bit longer so Carl doesn't know about the numbing injection. I think he should be as worried as possible for what he's caused to happen to you!"

The nurse went back next door to help get Carl ready. She wiped down The Chair with antiseptic and then placed an incontinence pad shaped to fit the seat with a cut-out at the front for the procedure to take place. Carl, who had been standing there mesmerised, suddenly tried the handle of the door. He was lifted off his feet, fighting, screaming and struggling onto the chair. The head mistress and gym teacher held him down while the nurse strapped him in place. She started with the strap across his hip bones and rapidly, with long practice, strapped him back firmly. The nose clip was applied and, as Carl gasped for breath, the gag was inserted and inflated, forcing his jaw wider and his tongue down. The head mistress smiled at him, "Ready, Carl? Just the gag to fix in place to hold your head back and it will start automatically." he tried to shake his head to stop her from doing that, but the gym teacher had moved behind The Chair to hold his head still in a vice-like grip. The head mistress, still smiling, inserted the tongues of the gag into the slots and watched with satisfaction as the straps were all pulled very tight, holding him down firmly. Carl was not as brave as Mike as he shat himself whilst sitting on the seat while The Chair warmed his scrotum. The fear in his eyes was obvious when the clamps grasped his scrotum and pulled. Even more obvious was the pain when the tight rubber bands bit into his scrotum. "You did this to yourself, you know," the headmistress said. "I'd have freed Mike if I could as you bullied him into this, but I was telling the truth that the only way out of The Chair is when it has finished its work."

Eventually it was finished and Carl was taken to be put in nappies as well. The large gags were replaced with gags with a feeding hole in them ready for the boys to be taken to the centre where they'd be kept, strapped down, fed through the hole in their gag and in nappies until their scrotum and testes had fallen off.

A fortnight later, a very different Carl and Mike went back to school, docile from the high doses of female hormone they'd been injected with to counteract the remaining testosterone in their bodies. The head mistress looked in on them and said to the class teacher, "You know, I wish I could have sent Carl to The Chair months ago. Look at him now: so well behaved! I wonder who's next?"