The Physician's Assistant - An Inspector's Perspective (Part III)

Sometimes I am required to attend a castration just because it is controversial. A couple of years ago I had to go to Atlanta to monitor the castration of two identical twin brothers. Their case had made the media, and there was a lot of interest in them. They had a lot of fans, and more than a few thought they were being railroaded. I wasn't buying into it, but still, even now it's difficult to say that justice was served. It was really pretty much a boy-girl relationship gone sour, and while they ended up convicted of rape her consent was never really the issue. I mean, well, she wanted the sex, that much everyone agreed with.

When the boys had been seniors in high school one of them began dating this girl. The girl wanted a sexual relationship from the beginning, and so did the boy for that matter, and so fairly quickly in their relationship they began to accommodate each other. They were both the same age, and being typical teens with raging hormones, the sex was exciting and thrilling and before very long they were fucking like rabbits. For the boy, it was his first girl, but for the girl, well, the boy was just one in a long list of boys. It came out in the trial that the girl wasn’t new to sex, that was for sure, and she had a reputation for cock sucking that was well known among the boys in her school. And, true to form, she sucked her teenage boyfriend on the very first date, and soon after that they were sucking and fucking as often as they could. She wouldn't commit to just him though even though he asked her to. Instead, she told him she liked going out with different boys, and if he didn't perform and keep her happy then she'd find another. She also told him that if he didn't like it then he could leave. While sharing her with others didn't make him happy, he wasn't about to leave her either. Hell, what teenage guy doesn’t like getting his cock sucked, and regularly? So, he stayed.

Anyway, as most teenage boys do, he had been bragging to his twin brother , and soon he was telling his brother about how hot she was, and what they had been doing together. His brother was so envious! Pretty soon, well, he did more than tell the story. Instead, he offered to swap places with his twin brother, sharing the girl but not letting her know. The twins looked exactly the same, and they acted alike, and so they figured she wouldn't know and they were right. They got away with it and more than once too. She had no idea. As far as the brothers saw it, she was having sex with others anyway, and besides, she certainly wasn't complaining. So, after that they both fucked her, taking turns and sharing the girl and getting sucked off one after the other.

Now this all would have been just teenage lust gotten out of hand except for one important little factor. Her dad was a big shot attorney, and he didn't like his daughter screwing around. And, since she was a cheerleader, and hot, and lots of boys were calling the house and often too, it pissed him off and he didn't like any of them. So, the stage was set so when disaster struck it came hard and it came fast. Toward the end of the boy's senior year, she caught them at their little game. It really was only a slipped word, and then a few questions, and then the wrong answers, and pretty soon she had it figured out and after that all hell broke loose.

Within days things had escalated, and before they knew what was happening her dad had charges filed and after that it got ugly. He claimed it was premeditate rape, plain and simple, and he said his innocent little daughter never gave consent to the other brother's sexual encounters. Of course, in a way that was true, but still, she liked it and she never complained. But her father was livid, and as far as he was concerned it was sex without consent, and that made it rape. Further, since the original twin had helped to set it up and make it happen, he was equally guilty of the crime. Anyway, for lots of reasons, the charges stuck and it went to trial. And, more importantly, they got convicted.

When I saw them, bent over the rail, they were both nineteen and had been belted for about a year, fighting in the courts for their balls and a second chance. The brothers were done side-by-side, and were the only ones in the room at the time they were nutted. They looked young, younger than nineteen for sure, and yet they were convicted felons and so they lost their balls. When I saw the two boys with their chastity belts removed they were both sporting beautiful erections and had two sacks of identical balls that were hanging loose and ready. The boys were good looking, with blond hair and piercing blue eyes, and yet as I looked at them I knew they were doomed and their hot looks were wasted.

The girl and her family were in the visitor's gallery, and the father was grinning as he watched their punishment. I remember that I really sympathized for the boys, and felt it was wrong to take away their manhood for chasing a girl that had wanted it. Still, the law is very straight forward, and all felons are castrated, and these boys were felons. I noticed that the physician's assistant didn't share my sympathy, and as far as she was concerned what they had done was totally despicable. To emphasize that point, she looked at me and said "These boys deserve to lose their balls."

The boys looked very hot there, and were struggling hard. They had fought all the way from their cell, hard, and it had been difficult to get them over the rail. Even then, tied out and secured with their legs spread, they continued to fight hard, thrusting their asses up and down, humping the rail even, pulling against their restraints and trying desperately to escape.

Both of the boys' backs were glistening with their sweat, and because of the heat in the room their nuts were hanging down, loose, and swinging as they struggled. I couldn't take my eyes off of their beautiful scrotums, stuffed full of their big nuts and oh-so-hot. When I saw them the first time the boys were already gagged and shaved, and without their pubic hair they looked even younger than their nineteen years.

Neither lad was circumcised, and yet they were so hard that the ends of their cocks were exposed and glistening. Soon, they were ready. Each of the teenagers had a boy assigned to help in his neutering, and so they were castrated almost simultaneously. The physician's assistant gave the nod, and when she did the helpers picked up the glass collection vials and placed them under the boys' cocks, holding them 'just so' to capture any fluids that might be ejaculated.

As they did that, the woman picked up the greased electrical stimulation prod, and without any other words just laid it against one of the boys holes and without any warning shoved it deep inside. The boy grunted, and his eyes went wide, and then as they did the woman said in her no-nonsense get-it-done voice: "OK boy, shoot your wad. I need your sperm so I can nut you." As she said that, she pressed the button on the prod and the boy screamed, his body tensing as his stiff cock ejaculated. His twin, next to him, turned and stared, his face white then with fear as he watched his brother squirt out his load and dump it into the glass cup with a vengeance.

A minute later the probe was in his own ass, and it was he that was grunting it out and filling his own container. Soon, both boys had been milked dry, and all that was left was to take their balls. The teenagers knew it too, and they fought then with even more determination. I loved the expression on their faces when the bands were applied. She didn't seem to be in any hurry, and took the time to show the boys the device and how the bands were loaded. Then, she walked behind them again, and going to the second brother this time, she slid the stretched bands over his nuts and brought them upward, high, so that most of his scrotum was hanging below where she had positioned the loops. Then she said "Get ready boy. Time to tie off your nuts!" As she said that she released the lever, and he grunted, and then he started struggling again with renewed vigor. There is something about banding a guys nuts that will get him moving, and he was wild and was jerking with a fury after that.

His twin, seeing what had been done to his brother, panicked. The woman walked around in front of him, and while he watched she loaded the bander with two new bands. Then she tossed his hair, and looked him eye to eye. Then she said: "Ready to get your balls banded boy?"

The youth's eyes went wide, and he shook his head side to side. She held his head, and said: "Oh, but I think you are. Look at your brother there, see....he's enjoying the feeling and I don't want you to miss out on it too. Besides, the girl you raped is watching, and we don't want to keep her waiting."

With that, she walked around behind him and without any hesitation she slid the two loops of elastic up and over his scrotum. The boy went wild, and then he looked up, at the window and the girl and her father that were staring back at him. As he locked eyes were her, there was this loud SNAP, as the banding lever was released and the two rings of rubber snapped off and began to strangle his testicles. He grunted, and swallowed, and then a look of total desperation crept across his face. As it did, the girl and her father burst out laughing.

The woman seemed to be in no hurry, and she let the boys feel their bands. You could tell it was painful, as they bucked their hips and their faces were grimaced with the misery of what they were feeling. They would look at each other, and stare, side by side, knowing they were being slowly castrated even if their balls were still hanging between their legs. You could just see the frustration in their eyes, the feeling of being unmanned consuming them.

The physician's assistant went to the edge of the room, and came back with a mason jar, partially filled with preserving fluid. She also had a box, and when she opened it there was a knife there, and it was beautifully engraved and its curved blade shined in the light. The boys were staring at the knife, and the jar, and as they were she turned to them and said: "Well boys....it's about time you know. Your girlfriend has made a request to keep your balls, and knowing what you did, I'm sure you want to give them to her. They should look good in this jar, don't you think?"

Of course, by this time their nuts were screaming for nourishment, and the pain was flooding their brains. Still, as they stared at the jar and contemplated its meaning you could tell they didn't want to lose their balls. Then, the woman added: "The knife is new, purchased especially for both of you boys from her father. He felt that you boys deserved to get nutted by a decent knife, and he wanted something he could carry with him afterwards so he wouldn't forget you two.

As she said that, the boys looked up, both of them, at the window where the father was standing. He grinned, and gave them a wave, and then with a smile he raised up his hand and made a snip-snip gesture with his fingers, as if he was telling them it was time to have it done.

The boys looked away, their faces white with fear. The woman picked up the knife, and then walked behind the two boys, whose asses were bobbing up and down as they struggled. Both of their scrotums had started to darken, and their dying nuts swung in the air. Finally, the woman said: "Well....I wonder whose nuts we should take first? I guess it really doesn’t matter. Looking to the boy on the left she said: "Well, they say it was you that the girl agreed to go out with. Then you tricked her. Yeah, I suppose that sharing her pussy is about to cost you, and I guess your balls ought to be first in the jar."

As she said that, she grabbed the boy's big scrotum with her left hand, and held the knife up between the two bands with her right hand. The boy felt it, and stopped struggling then, almost as if he realized that it was over and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it from happening. She hesitated, and then slowly, very, very slowly, she started to saw the knife and cut through the neck of his scrotum. When she started to do that, he screamed into his gag and bit down on the rubber so hard that it almost was cut in two. He bucked his hips then, and his body spasmed, and then, out of his stiff prick, another little squirt of cream came, shooting out under him and leaving a line of white spunk that emphasized his desperation.

Next to him his brother was watching, and that's when he pissed the floor.

The woman literally laughed when she noticed the stream of yellow urine spraying out from the brother, pissing on the floor like a barnyard animal. As she watched it, she seemed to slow down the slicing and tugged on the boy's sac as she was cutting. That made him grunt even louder, as she pulled on his half-severed balls, which got him squirming good and petrified his brother even more. She wasn’t in any hurry, and actually prolonged his agony until his twin had completely emptied his bladder. She took almost thirty seconds to cut through his balls, and I started to get concerned that the knife was dull, but she was controlling things and knew exactly what she was doing.

As soon as the brother had finished his piss she put some extra pressure on the knife, and that was enough to get the boy's big sac to finally come free. As soon as it was done, she held up his balls and the father, watching from the window, actually applauded. She walked around in front and showed both boys the big bag of severed testicles, and then, with a plop sound, she dropped it into the jar and let it slowly sink to the bottom In the rounded jar that sac of balls looked huge and both boys were looking at it, one in disbelief and the other it absolute fear. The one who had pissed himself started to gag, and then, knowing it was his turn next, he started to panic. He jerked, wildly, against his bonds, and the sweat just poured from his body and he literally glistened in the light.

She looked at the puddle of piss and shook her head. The boy's face was red with humiliation, even as he was struggling, and he was staring at her with eyes of fear. She walked around behind the second youth, the one who had pissed the puddle, and picked up his sac and held the knife against it. He started screaming even louder into his gag, jerking like a manic then, the realization that the moment was here for him and everything as he knew it was about to change. Another little squirt of piss came out, the fear too much and all of his bladder control completely lost. She started sawing with the blade, and the boy farted, and for a second I thought he was going to lose his bowels as well. The teenager slammed his head up and down in frustration, as he felt the knife ripping its way into his flesh and stealing what made him a man. God he fought hard! She sawed faster with him, I think to get it over with, and before very long his balls too were in her hand. As they came free the teenager just collapsed, falling down over the rail and totally defeated once and for all. The girlfriend was laughing then, her double fucked pussy finally avenged.

With a second plop sound, the jar was filled. It was filled with the lost potential and dashed hopes and dreams of two young felons, their ball-less cocks stark reminders of the power of a pussy and the price of their crime. As the two teenage felons stared at the jar and longed for their lost balls, their once proud poles slowly wilted to nothing, and soon were just two noodles that hung like wet spaghetti.

The physician's assistant let them hang over the rail for a while, and took the time to bring the jar to the girl and return the knife to her father. After that the boys were given their shots, which chemically completed their unmanning. By then, their cocks were just hanging down like useless appendages, and their shots would make sure they would stay that way. A few minutes later, as the guards were untying the boys and preparing to take them back to their cell, the boys took a final look up at the window. The girl was holding the jar, and smiling. Next to her was her dad, and when he saw the two teens looking at him, he showed them the knife that had been responsible for their unmanning. It was in his hand, and he seemed oh-so-pleased to have it. As the father laughed and winked at them, both boy's faces flushed red with shame.

To be continued...

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