Castrated by a Needle

***On September 18, 1996, AB 3339 became law, amending section 645 of the Penal Code. The amended statute provides that any person guilty of a first conviction of specified sex offenses, where the victim is under 13 years of age, may be required to receive medroxy progesterone acetate treatment upon parole, and any person convicted of two such offenses must receive the treatment during parole. This medication is administered by injection and has the effect of lowering the testosterone level, blunting the sex drive. The parolee begins the treatments prior to his release on parole and the treatments continue until the Department of Corrections demonstrates to the Board of Prison Terms that this treatment is no longer necessary.***

He has the dirty blond hair, and the bright green eyes that used to sparkle with lust and were always eager with desire. I look down, to his genitals, and admire his useless balls that once got him into so much trouble. Now, they hang round and empty and lifeless. He has a big sac, and they are still attached to his body, but because of the chemicals I have been dumping into his system for the last month, they are dormant and worthless, hanging down as two useless orbs.

But it is his prick that catches my eye. I can see the skin is raw, where he has pulled on it without success, trying desperately to get it to even begin to enlarge the way it once did. But its dead, like his balls, hanging useless now between his legs, and you can tell by the way the skin is raw that he has not been happy about it.

***Both houses of the California legislature passed the bill....The bill's sponsor, assemblyman Bill Hoge, believes it could put an end to repeat offenses. "The recidivism rate -- repeat criminal activity -- drops from 87 percent to 2 percent (with some sort of castration)," said Hoge. "That's pretty darn effective. That's what we want to do here." ***

I hold the needle, the little plastic casing that will hold the liquid I will dump into his bloodstream. The chemical isn’t something he has control over, and the law has said he will be here, and he has come, directly from the prison and escorted by the officers. He doesn’t have any choice, and now, reluctantly, he holds out his arm and I will do it once again. There really isn’t any choice for him, and so as he looks at me I can see the tears in his eyes. He makes a joke, about wanting just “one more boner doc,” and I laugh, even as I pull the fluid from the vial and fill the syringe I will use.

He swallows, and his eyes look at mine and I see his glance go to the pictures on the walls but they do not linger there. He’s nervous, the way they sometimes are when I am doing their castrations. I like this little room, with the posters of the men and women and the teenagers in their swimsuits. I use this room in the treatment and counseling of sex offenders, and so the walls are filled with the pictures because they often reveal something about the man I am treating. For now, this man, could care less about the pictures. That’s a real change from when he was in here last month, trying to joke about his shot as he stared at the pictures and commented on how hot they were. He is facing the door, which is closed right now, and to his right the wall is filled with young women, all wearing the skimpiest swim suits and all with giant tits that are pushing out, the nipples easily visible pointed and oh-so-firm.

***W. L. Marshall and H. E. Barbaree, of the Kingston Sexual Behavioral Clinic in Ontario, published a study of male pedophiles who went through the latest in invasive therapy. Sexual preferences were measured by penile plethysmography-a mercury filled rubber tube attached to the subject's penis senses even the most minute arousals while the man watches pornographic slides of naked males and females ranging in age from 3 to 24 years. The subjects were given scores that determined their level of deviance. Treatment included electric aversion (a shock whenever an inappropriate fantasy was presented), self-administered smelling salts when the subject experienced a desire to molest children, and "masturbatory reconditioning," which involves masturbating to orgasm while holding an image of an adult partner in mind. Only one of three test groups, molesters of nonfamilial female children, showed significant evidence of improvement after treatment, and then only after four years.***

On his left is the other wall, the boy wall, full of young males dressed only in Speedo bathing suits, their bulges pushing out the front of their shorts and their flat stomachs and strong, growing bodies, glistening, wet and oh-so-sensual. A month ago it was this wall that drew his attention, and I can remember his look as he stared at the one boy in the middle, about fourteen or so, who appears to be hard, his young and still growing prick standing up stiff in his wet suit, the outline so clear and visible that you can even tell he is circumcised. Yes, he lingered on that one, on the boy with the erection, and I can still remember his own prick, sticking up and eager and filled with desire. Things have really changed for him and as I look to the wall I can’t help but think that the boy in the picture is already far more of a man that this man will ever be again.

***In the United States, Walker has been a leader in the experimental use of medroxyprogesterone acetate, or MPA, a drug sold under the name Depo-Provera. This drug is an artificial female hormone that has been used as a form of birth control. Walker believes that Depo-Provera is more effective than psychotherapy alone, and even more effective than surgical castration. Testosterone levels of men who take this drug fall to pre-puberty levels. ***

This time, the man doesn’t even see the pictures. He’s not looking, the walls are nothing to him, and his little prick is dormant and it hangs lifeless. I pull back on the plunger, and the syringe fills with the chemical that will unman him once again. It does it’s job fast. Even when given to a fully functional teenage male, who is literally exploding inside sexually and is driven with sexual urges and high levels of testosterone coursing through his system, it will drive his testosterone down to subnormal pre-puberty levels within only seven days. You could not do it faster even if you cut his balls off. In fact, even without secondary treatment, those childlike levels of everything that potentially could make him a man will remain insignificant for as long as 28 days. For this man, the testosterone that was once driving him with lust is simply gone.

***Dr. Louis Girard, in a study of what factors influence criminal behavior, came to the following conclusion: "A lot of crime is based on high levels of testosterone." This male hormone determines a man's body shape, his hair patterns, the pitch of his voice. Girard states, "It also produces aggressiveness in the males. It is the reason that stallions are high strung and impossible to train, the reason male dogs become vicious and start to bite people. It's why boys take chances and chase girls, why they drive too fast and deliberately start fights. In violent criminals, these tendencies are exaggerated and carried to extremes." Girard believes that castration would reduce and possibly eliminate such aggressive impulses in males, and that the castrated criminal would be more docile and have a better opportunity to be rehabilitated, educated, and to become a worthwhile citizen.***

He comes, once a week, and while once a month would have unmanned him just the same, the state has said that once a week he will come to redo his castration, and so once a week it will be. The blood levels of his testosterone are so insignificant now that a ten year old has more, and yet, I will drive them down even further with his injection just the same. He’s already a nothing really, a eunuch, unmanned and ball-less even though his testicles are still within his sac. In a very real way, he really isn’t a man anymore, and from his sentence the court has given him he won’t be for most of his life.

I am holding his arm now, and the needle, and I am staring at his useless prick that only a month ago was filled with blood and stiff and eager. I remember how hard he was that first time, when he took that first shot, how he laughed at his boner and asked me if he could jerk it off one more time.

***Proponents of castration argue that it is justified and appropriate, that by controlling sex offenders' irresistible urges to rape or molest again, castration allows them to be released without endangering the public. Of more than 700 Danish sex offenders castrated following multiple convictions, relapse rates dropped from between 17% and 50% to just 2%. A Norwegian study showed the same for selected male and female sex offenders (the women had their ovaries removed). In smaller studies in Scandinavia and Italy, chemical castration was equally effective in some groups of volunteer prisoners, with the most dramatic reductions among pedophiles.***

I had just given him the shot, and I remember him asking that question and almost begging me, as if he thought his capabilities would be gone in an instant. Perhaps he hadn’t realized he had more time than that. Still, I almost laughed at his question, but I remember letting him, saying it was “OK” with me. I remember him then, as I watched him grab his erection, seemingly uncaring that I was watching what he was doing. He jerked his pole then, working it up and down, as he stared at the wall with the boys. I remember the look of lust in his eyes, his own sexuality exploding within him, his prick eager as he pumped the skin that covered his cock. Faster and faster he had worked his pole, his eyes open wide as he stared.

I remember watching him, almost with fascination then, as he stared at the boy with the boner and pumped his own meat in a frenzy. Before he began he had leaned over and spit on the end of it, like it was something he did everyday, and then with his spittle as a lubricant, he had worked it in and after that he had begun his stroking. Faster and faster he pushed his fist over his cock. I remember his moaning, as the feeling built, his mouth gaping open as he stared at the picture, looking at it, using his mind to take the image and fantasize upon it. His prick was rock rod on that day, jutting up as stiff as a piece of metal, thick and round and the end flared and purple.

I can remember the wetness appearing on the end of his big prick, the way it glistened in my office lights, the thing oh-so-eager, stiff and hard and jutting, literally, as he fucked his fist in a desperate primal need, even as the chemical I had introduced into his blood was beginning his unmanning.

I remember too when it was finally too much, the feeling just too intense, and then as he threw his head back and yelled “OH GOD” he had shot his wad, pumping out his goo in my examination room, and squirting the last of his essence onto the vinyl floor. He grunted it out, squirted it out in giant ropes of cum, his semen thick and white and hot.

***As of July 1997, four states in the U.S. (Florida, California, Montana, and Texas) have passed laws calling for castration-either chemical or surgical-of sex offenders. The Texas law allows judges to offer castration as an option for perpetrators of sex crimes. Castration laws in Florida, Montana, and California are more stringent. Florida requires judges to impose either injections or orchiectomy (surgical castration) for repeat rapists. California does the same, but only for molesters of children younger than 13 years. As a condition of their parole, these offenders must undergo Depo-Provera shots, which will reduce their testosterone to pre-puberty levels. Montana allows, but does not require, judges to impose chemical castration on offenders who commit rape or incest after even one offense, if it is particularly heinous.***

Now, a month later, he doesn’t even ask if he can touch his prick. It’s useless now, a lifeless tool to help him urinate, and nothing more. It looks much smaller than it did that first time, when it jutted up so eager and his desire was so great. Now, just a month later, his eyes are no longer filled with lust, and his desire from his empty balls is simply missing. I notice that there has been a slight thinning of his sex hair, and while he probably hasn’t noticed it yet it is apparent to me none-the-less.

I ask him if he’s still shaving daily, and he laughs and says he has missed the last few days. From the blood test I know that his testosterone levels are closer to those in a young boy than they are as a young adult. I see his boyish face, the smooth cheeks and only the wisp of hair anointing his upper lip and I know that he will never finish sprouting the rest of his way into manhood. That too is one of the things I like, especially on the younger males, as I take their balls away and kill their pricks and end their rise through adolescence forever.

This is the last time the prison guards will bring him here. Tomorrow, he will gain his release from prison and begin his parole as a eunuch. This is his final day in the prison, and a week from today he will report back to me for his own appointment. He won’t want to, but he will come, as they always do. His parole officer will make sure of that, and if he misses an appointment they will hunt him down and drag him back to prison long before his balls ever recover. He’s castrated, plain and simple, and he will stay castrated and there is nothing he can do about it. If he even thinks of skipping a needle, he will be returned to prison, and there his limp dick will get him bent over some prison bed. They will hold him down and his fellow inmates will fill his sexless ass with their cream, shooting it out of their balls as they scream with the pleasure he can no longer have. Still, if I had my way, I would have taken his balls with my knife just to make sure.

***There is nothing new in he idea that surgical castration is a good way to keep a man away from women. In ancient China and the Middle East, castrated males served as guards (eunuchs) of womens' quarters or as chamberlains, with the emperor secure in the knowledge that none of them would try to take the queen in his absence. As Robert Prentky (1997) has pointed out, a cursory review of recidivism literature on surgically castrated sex offenders reveals that surgical castration significantly reduces sexual recidivism. According to the studies quoted in Prentky's paper, populations of surgically castrated sex offenders showed recidivism rates of between 1.1% and 7.4%- as opposed to expected recidivism rates of 50% to 76.8% respectively. Meyer & Cole (1997), in their review, fount that reported recidivism rates for surgical castration are substantially better than those for chemical castration.”***

I push the plunger, and the chemical flows into his bloodstream. He grimaces, as he feels his manhood once again being taken from him, the chemical cutting his balls off for the fourth time in a month. I love the power of doing that, of unmanning him, of killing his prick and taking away the essence of what he is built for. Other than what I’ve done to him, he’s a perfect male specimen, with his muscles that are still firm and his body perfect in every way, except for his lifeless prick and empty balls.

As he feels the shot, he looks sad, and I have to bite my lip not to laugh. Then, I glance at the picture he can no longer see, and as I stare at the erection on my wall, I finish his castration and remove the needle from his arm. I am smiling, and my own prick is hard in my pants.

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