Mark arrived at the reception desk of the Regional Castration Centre, as many hundreds of men before him had, but unlike the majority he was not there under his own steam or clutching his appointment letter and dreading what lay ahead. No, Mark was in a white paper suit with his hands cuffed, chains on his ankles and an electronic control collar locked around his neck. Clipped to the collar was a chain, which was held by a beautiful girl in the uniform of the Secret Police. He had hoped to receive a testicle licence as he was in a long-term relationship and was due to marry in a month’s time. Unfortunately for Mark his fiancée had gone off with a man she worked with and reported Mark to the Secret Police for having a pair of unlicensed testicles. He had been arrested, interrogated and taken to court, where the judge had ordered him to be castrated immediately. After checking in he was seated between two officers in the waiting area until his name was called and he was led into the examination area. There he mounted and was fastened to a padded table where measurements were taken of his testicles using a pair of callipers. His cock was hard as the sexy nurse handled his sack and gently squeezed the balls within. She slapped his butt and declared that a normal chemical injection would suffice. Just then the young student nurse entered the room, whispered something to the older nurse and handed her a form of some sort. She quickly scanned over the form and turned to the police officers. “I’m sorry officers but this form XP10 means you must hand over control of your prisoner to me – he is to be taken to a specialist unit” and handed it to one of the women. An XP10 form usually meant that the man was to be taken to a research centre to be used in experiments. “This is most irregular,” said the officer “I’ll have to call the station before I hand over my prisoner”. She left the room. “I’m going to have to release him from the examination table”, the nurse told the remaining officer, “we have 20 more men to examine and assess before their castration this morning and I must get on”. Mark was unfastened from the table and taken back to the waiting room. After a few minutes the prisoner was handed over to the care of the CC nurses.

Mark awoke and found himself in a cell, a plain white cell with no windows or furniture but there was a small CCTV camera in the top corner of the room at the opposite end to the door. The interior of the room appeared to be padded and he was lying on a mattress – completely naked and completely hairless from head to toe, except for the control collar and bands of a similar style around his wrists and ankles. He couldn’t remember exactly how he got here but remembered the police officers and the nurses. He stood up and went to what seemed to be the door. There were no gaps to see out of and no way of opening the door so he began to pace up and down. After a while a speaker crackled and a voice instructed him to stand with his arms and legs apart, facing the wall opposite the door. Mark felt a slight breeze as the door opened and heard the movement and rustling of nurse’s uniforms. “Do not move,” said a voice from behind as his arms were pulled behind him and a chain attached between the bands on his wrists. He twisted his head slightly to one side and out of the corner of his eye could see a woman in a nurses uniform kneeling down. The woman attached chains to the bands around his ankles and stood up. “You may turn around now,” the voice said. He turned around and there stood two nurses, one in a white uniform with the name badge ‘Emily’ and the other in a blue uniform with the name ‘Sarah’. Emily clipped a chain to his collar and tugged in it. “Move please”. The other nurse had a clipboard and was filling in a form when she said, “I used to work in the Castration Centre from which you were sent. I was there before I qualified”.

They went to a room with an examination table with leg supports and stirrups where Mark was made to lay on his back and was immobilised with bands around his abdomen and chest. His ankles were strapped to the leg supports and his wrists to the table. “Are you going to castrate me now?” he asked, his voice trembling. “No Silly, I’m just going to take a sample”. She turned to the student nurse and explained “Before we continue we must take samples as a base line so I’ll take the blood and you can do the next. Dr. Wetherington will be mad as hell if we don’t”. The student nurse handed a syringe with a hypodermic needle to Sarah, who proceeded to take a blood sample from Mark’s arm. She squirted to blood into a vial, which she labelled and then disposed of the syringe. The student, Emily, then began to fondle Mark’s cock and balls and Mark’s fears subsided as he revelled in the pleasure of the sight, smell and touch of the sexy young nurse so close to him. It didn’t take long before his cock was fully erect and then the nurse rolled a condom onto it and began to pump him. Sarah stroked the insides of his thighs as Emily pumped his cock and it didn’t take long at all before he came, ejaculating massively into the condom. “Get that into a sealed bag and off to the lab with the blood right away” Sarah instructed Emily. “And tell Dr. W that he’s ready now”. The student removed the condom and took it away while Sarah cleaned up the reminder with her tongue.

Christine entered the room and glanced around. She looked at the notes on the clipboard that hung on the wall and spoke to the nurses. “I see you have taken baseline samples so while I am here I shall administer the larvae myself. She then bent over to unlock a box that looked like a refrigerator. She had her back to Mark who was looking as she bent over. Her sexy body, the seamed stockings and a butt to kill for had Mark horny again. She took a small bottle from the box and held it up to the light before removing the cap and inserting into it a 20ml syringe but without a needle. She sucked up the contents of the bottle into the syringe and placed it onto a tray.

Christine moved over to the table and looked at the helpless man strapped to it. “His name’s Mark, ma’am”, said Emily. “What?” the doctor said incredulously. “I said his name is…” Emily was stopped in her tracks. “I know what you said, nurse, but you mustn’t get attached to them, they are only animals. Use the serial number if you must refer to them. Now get me some more light over here”. She took hold of Mark’s throbbing cock. “Lubricant!” Sarah squeezed a small drop of KY jelly onto the cock head and it’s Jap’s eye and then Christine pushed the syringe into the hole and forced the contents of it inside Mark’s cock. Mark’s face contorted with pain as the fluid went in and the doctor squeezed hard to stop any leakage as she withdrew the syringe. “Fit him with a chastity device and return him to his cell. You may remove the device after 4 hours, at which time I want blood and semen samples. Repeat the samples every 2 hours for the next 6. Report to me any changes that come back from the lab. The semen and blood chemistry will indicate the development or the larvae. Remember, we need this one timed to perfection as we have visiting dignitaries tomorrow”.

Dr. Wetherington was slightly nervous as she peeped around the curtain at the assembling audience. Important members of the ruling elite were stood about talking, some with a pet eunuch on a lead, some with feminised male servants and some with their female partners. She took her make up mirror for one last look at her own presentation but she knew that more important was the presentation and demonstration to come. Phillipa Wood was getting ready to give her speech so Christine had to go and ensure everything was ready.

A large black eunuch announced Ms. Phillipa Wood and a hush descended as she took the stage. “Ladies, since I first proposed the subjugation of the males of the rest of the world our scientists have worked long and hard to make the dream a possibility but now it is reality”. She went on to explain how a little-known parasitic fly had been bred and genetically modified and as she spoke a further curtain lifted and revealed a man strapped to an examination table with his legs spread apart and in stirrups. “The fly will be spread by various means among the target areas. It seeks its prey by the smell of testosterone and once it finds it, it lays its eggs in the genital area. The larva hatch out and find their way into the penis and down into the testicles, where they feed on sperm and testosterone”. Christine was carefully monitoring Mark and was stood by him so close he could smell her cunt, which was dripping wet as she was very sexually excited by her work and the thought of what the result would be for this man in front of her. “When the larvae are ready to develop into adult flies they eat their way through the testicle’s contents, thus rendering the host castrated, Phillipa continued. Christine, dressed in a low-cut satin blouse and a tight skirt, had taken Mark’s cock in her hand and was gently pumping him – he was loving every second and the only thing he thought could be better were that he could actually be fucking this evil but incredibly sexy woman doctor instead. Phillipa Wood continued “The adult flies exit through the penis either when the man urinates or ejaculates. If he ejaculates during sexual intercourse, the flies are harmless to females. This, ladies, will be the plague of Africa and Asia that will castrate the majority of males and allow the native women the chance, with our support, to take over and help put the entire world under our power”. Right then Christine’s ministrations on the helpless man came to a crescendo as he spurted a load of jiz into the air, four flies taking to the air from the stream before it landed.

The audience applauded and the doctor took a bow before the curtain came down. Once behind the curtain she instructed the nurses who were present “Take him back to the research centre and have his testicles removed. I want them dissected and thoroughly checked”. She then joined Phillipa at the party and all drank a toast to their success and to a future completely without males of the species.