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State Mandated Collection I keep the jars, and the balls, and at last count there were more than five hundred. Each felon that is castrated gets his nuts put in a jar, marked with his name and the date of his castration. Along with each jar is the MPEG clip of his castration, complete with sound, and sometimes when I'm bored I will watch them to bring back the memory. I enjoy it, for reasons I don't fully understand. Perhaps it is knowing that as I listen to them grunt or beg or scream, its the last sounds that they made as a man. There is always a change when it is done, when the balls are the state's and are no longer theirs. One thing I've noticed, is that a man's voice is powerful, strong and deep, up until his balls are taken. When he's castrated, of course the vocal chords don't really change, and there is no real reason for his voice to change. But I've listened to enough of the clips to know that it does. Yes, there is definitely a change when a man loses his balls, and I don't know if its in his mind or what. But their voices are definitely weaker for one thing, a lot weaker, and the self-confidence is gone where it was there before. Yes, when a man loses his balls and is unmanned, his voice will crack and the power in it is lost. I've seen it happen again and again and again, and anyone that says it doesnt change has no idea what he is talking about. I love the other changes that take place when a man is de-balled too. There is definitely more than a few. Perhaps its the realization that it's all over, and that their crime has been avenged and their very purpose in life is now no more. Perhaps. Perhaps it is the physical pain itself, but I think it is more than that, the knowledge their genes are done and they can no longer spread their seed or father children. Their eyes are so wide as they stare at the camera and feel the knife taking their balls. And then, just as it's done, there is a look then I can't describe, as they feel their balls come free. The pain of course disappears then, in that single instant when the knife has done its job and their balls aren't theirs anymore. You would think there would be a look of relief when the pain stops. But there isn't. The look is always something else, deeper, the look of loss and hopelessness, almost as if the pain has grown more intense instead of less so. Of course, they know they are a eunuch then, and so perhaps it is that realization that is the most painful thing of all. See this one? This jar is labeled #154, and the name says "Jeffreys, Johnathan W. Age 19 at time of castration. Crime: Rape." As you can see, this lad had a big scrotum, and his balls are impressive, even in the jar. I was there when he was unmanned, waiting with the empty jar for his addition to my collection. Some men give in to it, and having lost their appeals they resign themselves to their fate and take it quietly, stoically even, at least until the pain shoots between their legs. But not this one. This one was screaming from the beginning, even as they were strapping him down and getting him ready to be castrated. And his screaming intensified and even when the witness window shade was pulled back and he was being watched, the youth begged even louder then, and he continued to beg as he felt the knife and the witnesses stared at him and grinned. It didn't make any difference of course. Like most of the balls in the collection, his went into the jar because he fucked when he shouldn't have. For him it was an underage girl that cost him his manhood. Yeah, if I remember right she was 14, and his little romp in the back of his truck after his senior prom was the crime that cost him his balls. She was a freshman, hot to trot and excited to be going out with the senior, and she no doubt had wanted it and had probably begged him for it. Well, he should have known better I say! She was underage, and so when he fucked her it was rape, plain and simple, and the female judge that sentenced him didn't show him any mercy. I do remember that he thought it was so unfair! Well, too bad I say. Rape is rape, and as far as I'm concerned he deserved to lose them. Of course, he sure didn't see it that way! Yeah, the lad struggled the entire time the sentence was being carried out, and he yelled and screamed and begged all the way up until they opened his bag and took his stones one by one. Boy he fought against his restraints and hated every minute he was strapped into the rack! When they dug out his last ball and snipped it off the girl's father had laughed, and like a lot of rapists once it was over the boy just collapsed, and lay there bathed in sweat with all hope gone. He deserved it I say, and it was good to see him done. I remember him, like I remember them all. His pole was thin, like it is on most young men, but it was long and as hard as a steel rod. When they made the initial cut and sliced into his nuts he arched his back and ejaculated, the boy's final wad jetting out of his eager cock and pumping with a vengeance even as he was being castrated. Several women watching justice being served gasped when he came, but I've seen it happen so often now that I can almost predict the ones where it will occur and I hardly give it a thought anymore. Still, for some reason I always enjoy it more when the man being castrated shoots, especially when he's still a teenager and his prick is jutting. Why do I like it so? I don't know, but perhaps it's knowing it is his last and final wad, his very last sexual act as a man. Yes, I think it is precisely that which makes it so enjoyable. It was only a few years ago when the castration laws were passed, and I think at the time nobody believed that they would last. I know I never thought they would. When the first case went all the way to the Supreme Court, I'll never forget the day they upheld the law and the firsts set of balls got taken. That sure surprised everyone! Boy, it was sure a zoo at the prison the next day when the actually nutting took place. See the jar? Here it is, right on the top shelf, labeled number 1. Yeah, these balls sure surprised a lot of people. Of course, since these were taken the crime rate has dropped for sexual offenses in every state that has similar castration laws, and I personally think they are one of the best laws ever written. Still, there was so much controversy over these first set of nuts. The label says: "Hainesworth, Mark R. Age 38. Crime: Dealer, interstate child pornography." His case was a good one, because lots of people wanted him punished, and locking him up for life just wouldn't have been enough. Yeah, he deserved what he got! His crime was picking up street kids and photographing them, teaching them how to fuck and suck and then making his money by filming them doing it. Yeah, he was a winner of a man, and of course because he had involved so many others in his scheme when the FBI finally nailed him he was one very unpopular man. His case came up about five days after the castration laws were passed, and I heard that when the judge sentenced him everybody was literally stunned and of course his case filled the T.V. screens for many nights. Back then it was such a novel idea, I don't think anyone, him included, ever thought it would actually be done. But done it was. His case took two years to work through the courts, but finally, the day after the Supreme Court issued their final ruling, he was strapped to the bench and nutted just as his sentence required. The protocol has been the same ever since. The prisoner is showered the day before his nutting, and his balls are washed with a strong chlorine solution. They say it stings like hell, and it can bleach the pubic hair blond if it is not rinsed thoroughly. After his shower he is given clean prison underwear to wear, and nothing else, which consists of a set of white jockey Y-shorts and a white t-shirt. When the time comes for him to be nutted, he is taken from his holding cell and escorted to the castration room, and there he is strapped face-down to a stainless steel table, that is made just for that purpose. His head is locked into a metal stock-like device, so he is forced to face the large curtained window. His legs are forced wide apart, and the way he is secured his bottom is made to jut upward, so that his ass is raised high in the air. With his legs spread his entire scrotum is at the perfect level for the medic, who has been trained and who will wield the knife. Things happen fast once they begin. As soon as the prisoner is strapped down, his underwear is removed, and the curtain is drawn back exposing him to the witness room. The glass is two way, so that the prisoner sees the witnesses and knows he is being watched, and the witnesses can see him clearly and can watch everything as well. A mirror on the opposite wall allows the witnesses to actually see his scrotum being opened, but because of the way the prisoner is secured their best view is of his face, which is only about three feet in front of the glass pane. There are also microphones in the castration room, so that anything the prisoner says will be heard. As soon as the curtain is pulled back the sentence is read to the prisoner. Immediately after that the medic moves up behind the prisoner, wearing surgical gloves and a mask, and then he takes the man's scrotum into his fist and pulls it downward and back, stretching out his bag. No painkillers are used. The law is very specific about that, and the pain of course is part of the deterrent. Without any further hesitation the knife is then brought into play, and while everyone watches the medic inserts the blade into the felon's waiting scrotum, starting on one side and opening the man's sac with a single cut. The first ball is popped out and removed with a flick of the knife. The other side is done the same way, without any hesitation. In goes the blade, with a curving twisting motion, and then with a squeeze to the sac the man's last testicle is excised from his bag. The knife tip is placed next to his spermatic chord, and then with a flick it is over and his castration is complete. Most of the state medics get pretty good at it, and they make it look easy when it is not. The entire process goes pretty fast really, and it takes less than five minutes to tie the man down and to take his balls. Still, its a five minute period you never forget. Every jar has a story, and every one is full of the very essence of a man. Look at this jar here! Its number is #104. Yeah, I remember this one, because it was one of the early ones I personally witnessed, and what makes it especially memorable was it was the first time an African American got nutted by the state. Of course, as you would expect, there were some widespread protests outside the prison prior to him being done. The label says: "Cooper, Leroy, J. Age 34 at time of castration. Crime: Rape" Leroy was a big man, a big black man, and he had a hell of a set of genitals. I'll never forget the day he lost these balls. When they dragged him in and tied him over the castration rail, facing the window where the witnesses were assembled, he was as fine a specimen of a human male as I've ever witnessed. You can see by the size of his balls he had quite a package, but they were nothing next to his pole. God he had a big cock! His black sausage was just huge, by any measure or any standard, and in fact that man might have had the biggest cock I've ever seen. His big balls hung under that thing and fueled it, and before he got nutted he had a huge boner and it literally jutted under him. His thighs were so damn powerful, and for a few minutes I wondered if the straps would be able to hold him when the knife was doing its work. He was scared, really scared, and he fought and struggled like a wild man. Surprisingly, he didn't say a lot, although he begged when the knife was brought up beneath his legs and he felt it on the skin of his scrotum. He claimed he was innocent, right up until he was castrated. All I know is he was convicted of raping a white girl, and there were witnesses to the crime and her brother picked him out of a lineup. Whose to say? I do know he was staring right at her brother when they took his balls, pleading with him I think to change his mind. Of course, it was way too late for that. At any rate, he was looking at the girl's teenage brother when the knife was pushed into his bag, and he opened his eyes really wide then and his mouth flew open and he screamed "NOOOOO" as he felt the blade. It made for quite a contrast. The teenage white boy, just barely coming into puberty, watching the big hunk of a man lose his balls and being reduced to a sexless nothing. The African American sure didn't like losing his balls! He bucked his hips too, up and down, almost as if he was trying to fuck the girl all over again when the knife was brought into play. His big thick cock bounced, and he seemed to be fucking the air. Then, just as they fished out his left ball he ejaculated his wad of semen, squirting it out between his legs and spraying his thick load of jism for everyone to see. It was a hell of a wad! The teenage boy watching opened his mouth in surprise, and his eyes went wide. I think it was probably the first time he had ever seen a wad. Yeah...I remember it like it happened yesterday. Like I said, that man sure didnt like losing his balls! The jar labeled #11 is one of my personal favorites. At least, I enjoy watching the clip and I've probably viewed it a hundred times. The nuts are small, as you can see, and hairless too, and there is little on the label that would catch your attention. It says: "Blyer, Daniel K. Age 18 at time of castration. Crime: Sexual assault; sodomy." Now I didn't see this individual castrated, as it was done before I was hired. But the clip is a hot one to watch, because the boy being castrated is so young looking and so desperate. He looks very young, and if you didn't know better you would think he was thirteen at best. Still, the jar clearly say's he was eighteen when he was nutted, and generally speaking minors are not castrated regardless of their crimes so I have to believe what is written. I think it is his blond hair and smooth skin that makes him look so young, but the bush above his cock is only a small thin patch and his legs seem almost hairless. Of course, boys mature at different rates, so it's hard to say, but from the look of him he appears to be just coming into puberty. In the vid you can see a good close up of his face, as the camera was right on it, capturing his expression as he felt his nuts being cut from his bag. I like the wisp of hair on his upper lip, as it is only the barest beginning of a mustache. Of course, in the vid clip it is the mustache that to me emphases the wasted effort his body is undergoing as his balls are trying to turn him into a man. It is all for nothing of course, because they took his balls and after that his trip into manhood ended. The boy has a shrill voice, a boy's voice really, and he is crying as they are opening his scrotum. As I stare at the vid clip it occurs to me that after his balls were stolen from him he might as well have shaved his mustache off, because it wasn't ever going to thicken and his shrill voice was doomed to stay that way. Perhaps that's why I enjoy seeing his fuzz and thinking about what is being done to him. He has the look of panic in the clip, and it is quite obvious that the boy sure didn't want to be castrated. Well, he might look young, but he sure deserved his sentence! From his file there is a full jacket on his crimes, and it seems when he was seventeen he was working as a camp counselor at a church camp in North Carolina. It was there, over the summer he turned eighteen, that he assaulted a string of boys, luring them away from the group and then fucking each of them with his little pole. He would usually lure them in by giving them gifts and special privileges, and then, with a promise to show them something, he would get them alone and make his moves. Usually he sucked them off, and then made them do the same to him after he had swallowed their young wads. Sometimes he was satisfied with a blow, and other times he would talk the other boy into turning over so he could fuck his ass. In the end of course one of the boys finally told his parents, and after that it all came out. He deserved to be castrated, and my only regret is that the young looking boy had just one pair of balls to lose! Still, I like watching the clip, because he is so young looking. He's obviously horny, like a typical teenage boy is always horny. As you would expect, his dick is just a thin prick, but it was rock hard when they took his balls. He is staring into the camera and his eyes go really wide when the knife is pushed into his bag, and he starts shaking and tosses his head back as he is being nutted. He's a cute boy really, and like a lot of young men who get the knife he ejaculated when he was castrated. His wad wasnt that impressive, and it was thin and watery. But he really grunted it out as he was cumming, and his eyes glass over as it is happening. It was obvious a very intense feeling for him. But the pleasure is replaced by pain, and just as his balls come free he says "Oh...Oh....FUCK THAT HURTS!" The people watching laugh as he says those words, and I always laugh too then, every time I watch the clip and relive the moment when he was unmanned. Another jar I especially remember was the one numbered 300. See these nads? They are big, like hen's eggs, and belonged to a pedophile. When he was arrested I think he knew it was over, and perhaps he even relished the knife that unmanned him. He was a Catholic priest, and according to the court documents over a fifteen year period he molested at least a dozen boys. The jar is labeled "Tyler, Scott M. Age 45 at time of castration. Crime: Sexual assault of a minor, 12 counts." What made his castration stick in my mind was the way he just let them strap him down, without a word, almost as if he was resigned to it, or at least welcomed it. He was overweight, with a belly, and his body was covered with hair. He was a bear of a man. What surprised me though was for a big man he sure seemed to have a little dick, and it looked almost like a bald bird's head sticking out of his nest of pubic hair. Yeah, it wasn't much more than a fat little knob of a dick resting above his big scrotum. Right after they strapped him down, and just after they pulled off his prison underwear, he looked up at the witnesses filling the adjacent room and apologized. He said "I...I'm sorry. I really am. May God forgive me for what I have done." Then, he looked back down to the floor, and closed his eyes tightly, and that's the way he stayed until the knife was brought into play. When he was being castrated he just tried to clamp his eyes shut, in shame I think, refusing to look up at the witnesses even though the adjacent room was full of them. Even when he first felt the knife he just gritted his teeth, but nothing more, although he did jerk his eyes open when the medic started to fish out his nuts. One by one they were snipped off, and while you could tell he was hurting he never called out. His little knob just stuck out of his nest of hair, and he never ejaculated or even got hard. He was sweating though, and yet as I watched him get castrated I couldn't help but smile. When his last ball was taken and the man had been castrated, the witness room started clapping, and soon enough it grew into a thunderous applause. The priest's face went bright red then, and I think the embarrassment and humiliation was well deserved. Sometimes justice just feels right, and he was certainly one case where that was true. There are four jars consecutively labeled that I especially remember. They are numbered 404, 405, 406, and 407. Let me find them. There they are! See these balls? Four jars, and I keep them on a shelf side by side, so that they are right next to each other. All of them are gang members, specifically the Zepher gang, which is a fairly entrenched gang that still operates in south Florida. These four were caught at the end of an extended crime spree, where they would assault tourists at roadside inns. They would break into a hotel room and then hold the family at gunpoint, tying them up and then ransacking their things. If there was a daughter, or even a younger wife, then they usually raped her, sometimes lining up one after the other to have their fun. Anyway, they were finally caught, and it was actually a true joy to watch them get castrated one right after the other. The first one, labeled 404, is a nice set of nuts and when I look at them I often wonder how many women they were responsible for fucking. You can't tell from the jar, but these balls were owned by a young man with bright red hair, and I'll never forget the freckled faced boy who used to own them. The label says: "Miller, Randy C. Age 22 at time of castration. Crime: Multiple felonies, rape" Yeah, he was a pretty mean pissed off man, and was still shouting out orders and threatening to kill everyone, even yelling at the man who was castrating him. It didn't matter, and I remember the witness room bursting into laughter as that gang member felt the knife and knew it was happening. I think up until that moment he thought he would get away somehow, or perhaps he was hoping that his fellow gang members would arrive to rescue him. Of course, that all changed when he felt that knife slicing open his bag. He stopped making threats when the cutting began, and then he threw his head back and literally yelled "Oh FUCKKKKKK!" as he felt the blade. Right after that he stopped yelling altogether and just stared with wide open eyes. It was almost as if he couldn't believe what was being done to him. Another thing that made these four unique was that the other three were handcuffed to a support pole, in the same room, literally waiting their turns, knowing their sentences to be castrated one by one until they were all unmanned was suddenly a reality. I remember each of them as they were done. Jar 405 is labled "Kisker, Martin M. Age 19 at time of castration. Crime: Multiple felonies, rape." Jar 406 says "Smith, Gordon A. Age 20 at time of castration. Crime: Multiple felonies, rape." The last of the four is 407, and it says "Jennings, Frederick J. Age 29 at time of castration. Crime: Multiple felonies, rape." Yeah, it was actually fun watching the expressing on the others as they watched their fellow gang members being dragged to the rail, stripped of their prison underwear, and then castrated. The gang members were all young, all under thirty, and all of them had hard cocks and young, firm balls. When the red head was being castrated the other three stared in total disbelieve I think, watching his struggles and realizing that they were next. The twenty-two year old Miller ejaculated when the tip of the knife was laid against his balls, even before it was put into motion. Yeah, he shot his wad and grunted it out as his young balls were snipped. I was there, watching, and one thing I will always remember was how hard the other three got as they watched their fellow gang member shooting his wad and losing his balls. They were all three dressed in just prison issue underwear, waiting their turn, but even so it was clearly obvious that their dicks were hard and they were literally jutting by the time their friend was nutted. Who can say why? Whatever the reason, they sure got hard, and it was almost as if they were excited and anxious to have it done to them. Anyway, as soon as Miller was done they grabbed Kisker and dragged the nineteen year old into position, strapping down his limbs as he fought and struggled. They jerked off his prison underwear, exposing his big set of balls and his raging erection, which was jutting out eagerly over his balls which were hanging down loose, like a bull's balls hang. His nineteen year old nuts were swinging as he struggled, almost giving the appearance that they were anxious to be taken. Boy he fought! He jerked his hips wildly, humping the rail, and staring at the window of witnesses that eagerly watched his castration. He screamed "PLEASE....OH PLEASE...NOOOOOO!!!!" as he felt the knife, and then he arched his back and grunted. "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled, and as he grunted it out he ejaculated. That boy had quite a wad, and as I watched it shooting out it occurred to me that he had squirted a similar load into many a girl's pussy, forcing his thick rod down one cunt after another. He deserved what he got I say! Still, he slammed his head up and down and kept screaming "NOOOO!!!" as they took his balls. I think the man cutting him slowed down and actually hesitated, prolonging his castration perhaps to make sure he felt it. In the end his bag was emptied just the same, and I remember when he was done more than a few in the witness room actually applauded. Gordon Smith was next. He was a strong looking young man, with jet black hair and big brown eyes. He had more than a few zits on his face, like a teenager, and there was a little mustache across his upper lip and the beginnings of a beard on his chin. He was in a total panic by the time they came for him, and for a twenty year old you would have thought he would have been a little stronger perhaps. Instead he just screamed like a crybaby, begging everyone in the room to spare his balls. Over and over again he kept begging. "No...please....please don't. Please. Please don't. Please. I'm sorry! I'm sorry man! Please....I really am sorry! Don't! Don't castrate me! Please. Please don't." When they pushed in the knife he yelled it out, louder, even though he certainly had to know that his begging wasn't doing any good. "Please...OH..OHHHH..PLEASEEEEEEEEE! DON'TTTTTTTT CUT ME!!!!!!!!" As they castrated him I had to laugh. He of course got nutted in spite of his begging, and after all of his polite little "PLEASE" comments I half expected him to say "THANK YOU" after he was done. Of course, he didn't. But, like the two before him, he did shoot a wad, just as he was being nutted, and I think at that age it's pretty common so it was not unexpected. He grunted it out, and his wad of semen sprayed out on the floor, mixing in with the wads his two friends had deposited only moments before. All in all, in made quite a puddle. As you can see in jar 406, Gordon's nuts were quite large, and that boy's gonads literally filled the jar. The last of the four was older, twenty-nine, and I've never seen a man more afraid. When Smith's castration was done and they turned to Fred Jennings he fainted, dead away. They dragged him to the rail anyway, and strapped him into position, and ripped off his underwear just as they had done on the others. As he lay there unconscious he lost his boner, and as I stared at his wilted cock it occurred to me that it would likely stay that way once they had opened his bag and stolen his balls. It seemed such a waste, and yet it was what he deserved and so I was not upset with watching it be done to him. Just then the medic pushed some smelling salts under his nose, and as soon as the ammonia agent reached his nostrils they flared and his eyes opened wide, in a total panic. He stared, in shock I think, and the witness all laughed as his mind came back to reality. He pulled hard against the straps that held him spread out and helpless, and as he struggled the sweat seemed to just cover his body. He was literally glistening. As I was looking at him sweat, I had a good view of the thick patches of hair under his pits. He had a nice body. His hole was open, and was ringed with black hair and I was staring at it just as the man with the knife took the opportunity to push it into his bag. Jennings screamed, and tossed his head back and yelled "NOOOO! NOT MY BALLS!" and then he started jerking against his restraints with even greater panicked motions. The cutter seemed to relish his fear, and so he twisted the knife as he was taking his balls, and that made Jennings big thigh's strain even harder as he fought the bindings that held him in position. His hole slammed closed as he was being nutted. He never regained his earlier erection, and perhaps he was just too scared to get hard after watching his three fellow gang members being unmanned. I also know that he never ejaculated, and instead his wilted cock just swung between his legs as his balls were taken and his bag emptied. Well, enough I suppose. There are more than five hundred balls in my collection, and there is no way to tell you about all of them. But I do know this. Each sac of nuts and each jar that holds them, represents the very essence of some man's hopes and dreams and desire. Within those jars is everything that made those individuals what they were. Young or old, big or small, the balls I hold once defined the men that owned them, and it was their nuts that changed them from a boy, allowed their pubic hair to grow, and for their cocks to get stiff and for their sperm to shoot from their poles. For the men whose balls I now hold, they have paid a high price for their crimes, and in doing so they set an example to other men who might otherwise be tempted to make the same mistakes. For the nutless, everything is different and it is that thought that makes me smile. [Authors note: © Copyright June, 2005. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. [email protected]] |