The Physician's Assistant

I do the eastern state castrations, and I'm good at it. I'm not a doctor, but for what I do I don't have to be. I know my job and I do it as well as any doctor could. I'm not bragging when I say that either. Hell, after doing them all day, everyday, and for as long as I've been doing them it gets pretty mundane actually. I don't try to make more of it than it is. The states send them to me, and I nut them. It's really easy in a way, and while I used to wonder what they were thinking as I unmanned them I don't even consider that anymore. I have been doing this so long that I just do it, almost mechanically, and the pay is good and it's not difficult.

The men I see are all guilty. They don't see me if they aren't. All of them, everyone, have been found guilty in a court of law and are convicted felons. All of them are felons, and most of them have appealed their cases and lost their appeals as well. Their crimes very of course, like the men that commit them, but as far as I'm concerned what exactly they did to get themselves sent to me doesn’t make a bit of difference. Some are pedophiles and rapists, for sure, and for them what I do is therapy as much as it is justice. I think those felons know they deserve to be unmanned, and so perhaps they accept it better than the others. But for the rest, those that come for non-sexual offenses, such as robbery, grand theft auto, embezzlement, and fraud I don't think they feel it's fair when I unman them. The white color felons seem to fear it the most, almost like they are in denial until they feel the knife and know its actually happening for real. Usually the look on their faces is one of just absolute disbelief.

I don't really care what they did, like I say. It's just the law now, and if they are convicted of a felony then they get sent to me and when they do I nut them. They don't like it of course, and fight as hard as they can, but in the end I nut them just the same and afterwards our society is better for it. It certainly has made the prisons much safer places to work, and there is no where near the prison violence there once was. Even the gang violence is pretty much under control. Nutted men just don't bother I guess, and for the most part their aggression goes away with their balls. All felony inmates are unmanned now so at least they have plenty of company while their in prison.

I still remember the arguments when the law was being debated, and I sure wasn't for it when it was first being instituted. God we nutted a lot of men that first year! However, now that a few years have passed I've changed my mind. For one thing, the violent criminals are almost never repeat offenders, and that wasn't true before the law came into effect. Further, since we take them out of the breeding pool, after they serve their time and are released back into society we don't have to worry about their corrupt semen getting into the gene pool. This is a win-win situation for our society and since the men themselves stay out of trouble too its good for them as well.

The clinic where I work handles most of the castrations for the eastern states, and so I'm busy. I work an eight hour day, and I generally nut two prisoners an hour. My day is divided up into thirty minute blocks, and the prisoners are all sentenced with an 'appointment time', one man every half hour. Of course, I could actually do them in fifteen minutes, if it all went perfectly right, and I've done three in an hour toward the end of the day when I'm falling behind. Still, in a normal day I do roughly sixteen men, although in the last six months with the increase in crime I've been doing around twenty. That’s a hundred castrations a week, plus or minus. When you're cutting the balls out of five thousand men a year you get good at it, and you don't really think about any one of them more than another.

Sure, there are those that stand out. The youngest felons, who are unfortunate enough to get tried as adults, always get your attention because it seems such a waste to cut them. Luckily, I've only had to do a couple of the youngest teenagers, but I've done a slew of older ones. Unfortunately, fifteen and sixteen year old criminals aren't that unusual any more, and some felons are as young as thirteen when they are sentenced to the knife. The youngest felons depress me, and their small sacs and smaller balls just seem so innocent, resting in their little sacs and trying to spout their owners into manhood. Some of them only have a wisp of pubic hair. Yeah, they are so young, and so full of promise. Still, they are criminals just the same, and when they are sent to me I will nut them, even as they scream and beg, their high pitched voices doomed to stay that way as I empty their scrotums and take what would otherwise turn them into a man.

On the opposite end of the scale I usually remember the really strong men too, the military types with their perfect bods. While there are exceptions, usually they are the ones with the biggest sacs that dangle down and swing like plums, stuffed full with balls that are something to see. They are so strong too! They buck and grunt and fight so damn hard, struggling to keep what hangs there and has made them what they are. Still, I take their big nuts, one after the other, and you can just see it in their eyes as they realize I'm doing it and they are powerless to prevent it. Oh how the defeat registers in their eyes!

When a man is convicted of a felony regardless of his age or his crime he is immediately put into a chastity device. This protects him from self mutilation and insures he will not be able to deny the state the privilege of unmanning him. The state uses a titanium chastity belt, that comes up from under the legs and around the prisoner's waist, in such a manner that a high security padlock holds everything in place. The lock sits in the front, and the metal straps fit snugly and once in place it is impossible to remove. The titanium cup is hinged on the bottom, and so swings up under his nuts and clamps down at the top. Welded to the cup is a metal tube, which completely encases the prisoner's penis in a downward curve. It is large enough that it can accommodate his penis even if it swells, and is long enough to accommodate at least a partial erection. At the end of the tube it is covered with a heavy metallic screen, which allows the man to urinate without any problem. Of course, once in the device, he is unable to touch his penis, or his scrotum for that matter, no matter how hard he tries. Once locked in the belt, his sexual organs are totally out of his reach. In a very real way, they aren’t his anymore, and won't be as long as he is a man.

The felons wear their belt from their conviction until they come to me. Of course, depending on the nature of their appeals and what delays their lawyers can put in motion, by the time I see most of them they have been wearing their devices for more than six months. All of them are sexually frustrated to a tremendous degree. It's almost comical, and by the time I see them they all have a terrible case of what you might call the "blue balls." Yeah, they are always so frustrated, and while I know they dread their castrations I think the anticipation of being unlocked and milked makes them almost willing to come. Almost.

I do know that for sure that some men, especially the ones guilty of sexual crimes, will actually stop their own appeals and simple give up, their frustration so great that they just want to get it over with. I've seen men dripping lines of precum out the end of their tubes as they were tied down to be nutted. You wouldn't think that would happen, but it does, and often enough now that it doesn’t even hold my attention anymore. I don't care of course, and the chastity belts make my job easier and they certainly speed up the process that otherwise would be more drawn out

I wish we could just tie them down and cut them, but the law mandates that we extract a semen sample first. One reason of course is that mistakes are always possible. Perhaps another reason, even more important, is that all two often they end up as suspects for other crimes, and so their semen may be needed for DNA testing or tissue type matching. Because of that, the state mandates that before I cut them we must first collect a load of their semen, and I am supposed to make sure it is as full a wad as I can get.

I try to do it right, and it is important and I know it. It is their final wad of course, at least with any live sperm in it, and so we carefully collect the sample, document it, and then send it to the lab where it is cryogenically frozen. To make sure there is no spillage, we use a non-lubricated surgically sterilized condom, which we place over the prisoner's penis prior to milking him.

The condom we use has an enlarged reservoir tip, and can hold a huge load, from even the biggest set of balls. Once the prisoner deposits his load into the rubber we immediately castrate him, and the condom with his sample inside is tied into a knot and sent to the lab. We never touch his sperm, and we keep the condom in place until his castration is completed. Some men will ejaculate all the way through their castrations, although that is not the norm. Many however will do a second or third little squirt as I snip their last ball and turn them into a eunuch. Because of that, it seems prudent to capture whatever live semen they have and that's why we leave the rubber in place until it is done and their unmanning has been completed.

The choice of the milking method is left up to the clinic. Some clinics use a mechanical milker, similar to a milking sleeve used on dairy farms. It works, but it takes some time and it has to be cleaned between prisoners. Many clinics use an electric device, similar to a cattle prod, to force an ejaculation by stimulating the ejaculatory muscles from within the anus. It is true that if you place a shock device into the prisoner's rectum and lay it against the man's prostate, when you activate the device the man will ejaculate instantaneously. However, it's too mechanical and cruel for my taste, and while it's effective I'm not sure you get the same amount of sperm that comes from a carefully controlled manual stimulation. Further, it can traumatize the prisoner, which can lead to complications during the man's emasculation. Also, you have to wait until the muscle spasms subside before you can begin his castration, which can delay the entire process.

So, instead, I like to use the old fashion manual method, and think there is a lot to be gained by using the tried and true good old manual cock pumping. Because the man has been kept chastise in his belt for such a long time, it doesn’t actually take that much longer than the shock method. Sure, they do get some pleasure from it, which for a felon I suppose is unjustified, but I think the fear associated with knowing the consequences of their orgasm is enough to take most of the pleasure away.

With the shock method, you can't keep the electricity on too long, because it can cause permanent damage to the prostate and associated structures. Consequently, sometimes you don't get the entire load. However, with the manual method, it is very possible to literally milk the felon completely dry, even as they fight the feeling and know that it is leading to their imminent castration. In a way it is almost comical, watching their expressions as the feeling builds, knowing that to shoot their wads will mean their own unmanning. Still, they cum. They always do. Also, unlike the shock method, once they start, I can begin their castration immediately, because I've never seen a man stop shooting once he has started. No, they will squirt until their balls are empty, even if I'm nutting them at the same time. Yes, even after all these years that still amazes me. They will squirt out their loads even as I unman them, pumping out their load of cream and filling the rubber with a vengeance, unwillingly donating their last wad to the state that will own it and keep it.

The castration bench is made of a padded stainless steel frame, covered in black vinyl. It is shaped like a rounded barrel, and is mounted onto a welded platform that is connected to two large pistons, each about a foot in diameter, that come up out of the floor. The pistons allow the device to be hydraulically lowered or raised, so that the man can be positioned to make his castration easier. It is a very solid platform, and once the man is secured to it there is nothing he can do but take the ride and lay there with his legs spread while I unman him.

The apparatus is referred to as "The Horse." The prisoner is brought into the room, naked, except for the chastity device that entraps his genitals. His hands are cuffed to a metal bar that is two feet long and held in front of him, and two guards escort him into the room with a firm hold on the bar. The horse is lowered on the hydraulic cylinders, and the prisoner is dragged up and onto the horse. The bar to which his wrists are cuffed is dropped over the "neck" of the horse where it is locked down, so that his wrists are totally immobilized without having to uncuff them. Of course, with his hands out and lock down in front of him, he is bent over at the waist.

He is straddling the horse at this time, bent forward and with his two feet standing on the floor. Once his hands are locked in place, the horse is raised until his feet leave the floor. Then, his ankles are secured to the sides of the horse, in such a manner that his legs are pulled slightly forward, with his knees bent. Then a wheel is turned which pulls his wrists forward, stretching him out across the horse. Finally, a leather strap is pulled up and over his back, just above his ass, and that strap is pulled tight, pulling the man flat onto the top of the horse.

Finally, we move one more lever, which moves the sides of the horse under his knees outward, so that his legs are spread wide and he is totally immobilized. Since his legs are secured in place, when he is pulled downward he is forced to move his ass backward and up, almost like he is pushing it outward to expose his testicles and in so doing making it easier for me to unman him. When we have a witness watching, they usually giggle, because it gives the impression the man is even anxious to have it done to him. With his knees spread and his ass perched up, there is no way he could make his balls anymore presentable if he tried. Of course, he doesn’t have any choice in the matter, and that’s what makes it funny.

The horse is short, so that the weight of the man rests on his belly and his chest at that point. Leather cuffs secure both his knees and his ankles, and the thick strap secured over the small of his back holds him firmly in position. Finally, a rubber gag is placed in his mouth and is strapped over his head. It literally stuffs his mouth. After that, yelling and talking are impossible. The gag is made of soft rubber, so he can bite into it if he needs to when the pain hits him. It certainly makes the entire job go easier, and a lot quieter, as the only thing he can really do after that is grunt as I make the cut and nut him.

Once secured, he is literally strapped over the horse, bent over in such a manner that it looks like he is riding it, almost like a pony express rider racing for his appointment. The man's bottom is jutting upward, and out, and since the horse itself is short, there is nothing directly under his scrotum, so there is nothing to interfere when its time for his castration. With his bottom jutting upward, and his legs spread, only his chastity device separates me from his balls.

We have two identical castration rooms at the clinic, so that I can move from one to the other as the prisoners are made ready. It certainly helps things run smoother. The very first thing I usually do is to slap his ass with my hand, just to let him know that I am in control and there is nothing he can do about it. Then I walk around and let him get a good look at me, and I at him. I always like to see the man I'm going to nut, so that I can see into his eyes and he into mine. You can see their fear, and when I look at them and show them the key to their chastity belt their eyes go wide. I can almost see their anticipation, of having their cock unlocked, even though they know that it will also signify the beginning of the end of their life as a man.

I then take a few seconds and introduce my apprentice. Some in my profession do the prep work and milking themselves, but I've found that using assistants is very beneficial. While I could use anyone, since no real training is required, I prefer to hire teenagers to do the job. They are cheap for one thing, and I can get them for minimal wage. I used to hire either sex, but I've found that using girls caused more problems than it was worth. For one thing, some prisoners ejaculated as soon as they saw the girl, and that of course wasn't acceptable and we would have to delay the whole procedure. Even when that didn't happen, the men seemed to derive far too much enjoyment from being milked by a girl, and enjoyment is not something I want them to have. They don't deserve it.

Consequently, I hire only boys now. The felons hate it for the most part, and that makes it all the better. Also, there is something very appropriate when I use a boy to help me castrate a man. When the strapped down prisoner sees there is a teenager still sprouting is way into manhood about to neuter him, they usually go ballistic. You can literally see their expression change and that’s when the struggling usually beings. Of course, by the time I'm done, the young boy they are looking at will be far more of a man than they will ever be again. Somehow, for these felons, that seems very appropriate and helps to emphasize what they have lost.

With a quick turn of a key, I remove the chastity belt and it begins. As soon as I pull their cocks from the metal tube that has been their home for so long, they jut up, hard, and eager, almost instantly. There is no need to touch them, as they are so hard so fast it is truly amazing. Nine out of ten men are oozing precum at this point, the entire end of their pricks beaded up with clear fluid and oozing out the first of their last wad of cream. There is no foreplay needed to make them hard. They are ready as soon as I take off the chastity belt. They look eager to fuck, almost like they are begging for one last opportunity, but there is only air between their legs and there are no women for them to fertilize. Instead, their scrotums are hanging down, swinging free for the first time in months, and now, ready or not, they are about to be emptied.

Still, there are a few preparations that must be taken before it is done. While they are being accomplished I usually move to the adjacent room and nut the man there that is already ready. By the time I finish, I can come back and nut this one, and then the process is continued. I don't hurry, but even so, it doesn’t take that long. While I'm doing the man next door my teenage employee takes the electric clippers and removes the man's pubic hair, with a few quick slices of the shears. Then, he leathers up the man's pubic area and his balls, and starts pulling the safety razor to make him smooth. This of course helps prevent infection, and the prepping procedure is similar to any surgery.

By the time I return to the room the man has been shaved smooth, and his legs and ass are as smooth as his groin all the way from his knees upward. Below the waist he is devoid of any hair. Their cocks always look so different when they are jutting out of a bald mound, their smooth nuts just waiting for my knife and their cocks literally dripping with the anticipation. Before I cut them, I always scrub my hands, and then I slip them inside a new pair of latex gloves. By this point virtually every man I've ever castrated is looking back, staring at the boy and me as we make the final preparations to unman him. You can see his fear, his eyes so damn wide, the look in his eyes on the verge of panic as his cock bobs up and down, quivering to his heartbeat even as the boy splashes his balls with disinfectant.

They always look so different without their sex hair. Of course, the man thinks it will grow back, but he's wrong. It won't ever grow back. Perhaps he might grow a little fuzz, but it won't be much if it's anything at all. No, it will never grow back. Never. When I empty his sac and take his balls I follow it up with a combination shot of estrogen and medroxyprogesterone acetate, or DepoProvera. As soon as I've done that, he's done as a man. In fact, within hours of the injection, his testosterone levels will fall to pre-puberty levels and without his balls they will stay that way.

As soon as he's shaved and his scrotum has been painted with disinfectant then it is time to take his testicles. As the boy slips on the condom and carefully unrolls it over the felon's stiff prick, I let him know exactly what is about to happen. This is what I say: "Well, it's time to get you castrated. The state requires you to deposit a load of semen into the condom the boy is placing over your penis. I need you to do that now so I can castrate you. You know you want to. Go ahead and shoot your wad and then I'll unman you."

As soon as I say those words the expression on their face is priceless. I try to say it so matter-of-factly, like it's no big deal and almost like I expect them to just start squirting to help me out. Of course, to them, it’s the very last thing they want to hear. It's almost like I'm teasing them, telling them to shoot so I can nut them. Of course, they try and do just the opposite, but their cocks are so horny and their balls are so full that they don't stand a chance. As soon as I finish my words the boy starts pumping the man's cock. As he does, the teenager holds the top of the rubber, and grips the prisoner's cock, pumping him up and down, up and down, like a piston, pumping him with a purpose.

When I used to use the girls they wouldn't do it right, and I'd have to coach them until they figured it out. But I've never had to train any of the boys. No, every teenage boy I've hired has known exactly how to do it, working the man's rod faster and faster with just the right wrist motion to quickly put him over the edge. It seems all teenage boys are experts at jacking a cock, and they do it well and they do it with gusto.

While the boy is pumping the man I prepare the scalpel and move behind him, so that I'm ready to unman him once he starts to squirt. I feel his balls, and locate his testicles within his scrotum. As I'm doing that you can see the man's expression then, feeling the boy jacking him and knowing I'm ready to take his balls when he squirts. Oh how they fight the feeling! Still, it builds, the way it always does when a man's cock is being jerked. Up and down the boy's hand slides, and as it does the man's cock starts to ooze. The rubber is clear, and you can see the end of his cock, glistening inside, weeping from its one eye as his nuts prepare to empty. The man always fights it, jerking against his restraints and trying, desperately, to get loose and to stop the boy from taking him over the edge.

Eventually, it happens. Most men shudder, their entire body feeling their orgasm as it explodes and the feeling rocks through them. It's been so long for them that it is always very intense. Usually, they will throw their heads back when they do. They usually grunt too. I think it’s the feeling they have been denied for so long that makes them grunt, and so they grunt loudly, jerking against their restraints as their cocks start to pump and their jism jets out and into the rubber.

I never have to be told when they are cumming. It's just so obvious. Still, the boy usually laughs when he takes the man over the edge and begins to extract his last load of semen. Of course, he keeps the stroking going, to get it all and to milk the man dry. I don't wait, and so while its happening I push in my blade and open up the man's sac with a slice of my knife. When they feel the knife they always start struggling wildly, the sharp pain consuming them as they feel me start to castrate them. Once they feel the blade they know it's for real, and after that they try and buck their hips, and strain with a desperation to pull their legs together. No matter what they do, the horse they are mounted to keeps them in place and regardless of how hard they struggle nothing they do makes any difference.

My scalpel is razor sharp, and it opens their sac like a purse. I use two incisions, which is easier. I could do it with one, and if I was trying to minimize their scar I would do it that way. However, I prefer to make two cuts, one for each ball, so that in a way I make sure the man feels me take each of his nuts separately. They are felons after all, and I think if the state didn't want them to feel it they would prescribe a pain killer, which they do not. So, I do their nuts one at a time and in a way it's almost like I get to castrate them twice.

I make the first slice down the left hand side, starting just above the left testicle and drawing my knife down through the side of his sac, taking the blade behind his ball and using a twisting rotation of the wrist. I always do the left one first. I think it's because I know that in all likelihood sometime in his life he's said "I'd give my left nut for that." I like the idea of taking their left nut first, sort of like I'm paying off their debt. Of course it doesn't make any difference and I won't stop until I've got them both.

At any rate, as I squeeze their sac their left nut pops out in my hand, and I can see it quivering there if they are still shooting their wads. Most men I see have been saving up their cream for so long that when they do shoot they shoot a tremendous load, and most by far are still pumping when I'm holding their first ball. Perhaps it's because they know it's their last time, or I guess, more likely, it's just because it has been so long since they had the opportunity. Regardless, they usually squirt like a fire hose, pumping out their cream and filling the end of their rubber with the very last of their seed. Usually, they are grunting into their gags, the intensity of their orgasm almost overwhelming them.

As they are doing that, I make a single stitch around the cord that feeds their ball, tying it off. Sometimes, just because I can, I grasp their exposed bullock between my thumb and fingers and roll it back and forth, slowly increasing the pressure until I get a reaction. I like to squeeze the nut hard enough that they grunt from the pain, and jerk their hips and pull hard against the restraints. Only then do I know that I'm getting to them. When I see that, I make the flick with my blade and I take their nut. They usually grunt one last time, with relief perhaps as I finally take it, the feeling deep and primal and painful.

I think it's funny in a way that a man will actually be thankful when I take his nut, although the relief is short lived and the appreciation doesn’t last. Still, for the priceless second when I'm squeezing their ball and the pain is shooting through their groin, for that instant they are happy when I take their ball and end the pain. Of course, the sharp stab of the knife hurts too, perhaps even more so, and if nothing else the emptiness that follows insures their relief is temporary and short. Since they are felons, I think that’s appropriate, and I have no qualms about making them feel their unmanning.

Half-castrated, many of them will slam their heads into the padded horse, in frustration, feeling me unmanning them and they powerless to stop it. I don't care. It's my job, and they deserve it. I shift my hand, and grip their sac then so I can make the second cut and finish their unmanning. As I do that, the men almost always go crazy, feeling me holding their last ball and knowing I'm going to steal it too. I make the second cut, just like the fist one, down the right side and filleting open his sac for a second time. Boy they buck their hips then! Normally, by this time they have shot their wad and they are done ejaculating. Sometimes I look to see. The end of their rubber is always full of their cream by this time, and you can see the end of their dick fat and purple as it swims in their puddle of cream and bulges out the rubber. Sometimes the load is so great that you can see it sloshing over the tip of their cock.

When I snip off their final nut sometimes they will shoot just a bit more, almost like they are keeping it in reserve or something. One thing that I've noticed is that most men will struggle hard, all the way through their castration. But, as soon as I cut their final ball and empty their sac, they usually collapse completely, spent and exhausted, the fight gone with their manhood. The transformation is amazing, and yet it happens time after time and man after man.

After I've castrated them I use the cauterization pen as necessary to stem any bleeding, and then sew the wound closed. I close the two cuts with self-absorbing stitches, so they don't have to be removed later. Their bags of loose skin look almost comical, and with nothing inside to keep the skin stretched they will shrink over the time they are in prison. That's ok by me. A few years ago we inserted artificial testicles made from silicon, which filled up the man's sac even if it did nothing for his sexuality. However, now the state saves the money and with their sacs empty it's much easier to make sure that the deed was done. Anyone can tell, in an instant. There is no doubt that the felon has been castrated. No doubt at all.

After I've taken their two bullocks I give them the shot in the buttocks, which completes their unmanning and turns them instantly into a eunuch. Without any testosterone in their system, their sex drive goes to zero, virtually within minutes. Their cocks are still capable of getting an erection, but the reality is that it’s a very rare occurrence and after a while they give up even trying to make it happen.

Before I leave and they are unstrapped, I usually walk around in front of them, carrying the bowl with their egg-sized balls. I like to show them what I have stolen. While I do that, the boy slides off their condom, carefully, and then makes a knot to trap his jism. After doing that, the teenager places it into a marked collection vial for the lab. I'm always amazed at how much cream they have ejaculated. The entire end of the rubber is almost always full of their cream, and when you think it’s the last wad of sperm they will ever shoot its quite sobering to look at it.

Well, they deserve it, and so I have no feelings towards them. Still, it is their final wad, and while it's meant for a pussy it has been milked instead by a boy's hand and shot into a rubber like some perverted prize. Now the state owns it and there won't be another. I like to let the boy show the man his load, so that man can contemplate his last ejaculation. When he's looking at it I take a moment and also show the man his severed testicles, sitting unattached and lifeless in the collection bowl. I guess I do that just to drive home the point that there won't be another wad in his future. Some men will gag when they see them, but most just stare, the look of longing on their faces priceless as the boy takes their last wad and sends it off to the lab. As for the balls, they go in the trash.

I usually grin then, and as I walk out of the room I slap them on their eunuch ass one more time, just to let them know I can, their last boner already gone and their limp cocks hanging useless in front of their empty bag. The teenager I've hired is always grinning at that point, his own cock stiff in his pants and his face eager and ready for the next unmanning.

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