“Well I recommend that we have him castrated”, stated Principal Matthews, in a firm, definitive voice. “Don’t you think that is a little too drastic” replied Mr. Johnston, the district school inspector. Several other assembled school trustees nodded in agreement. “Of course it is gentlemen” replied Principal Matthews, “Believe me it is not a recommendation that I make lightly, but I believe once you review the facts carefully you will see that in the case of Blake Colley, castration is more than justified and if I may say so, quite necessary”. “May I remind you Principal Matthews, that this school district has never castrated a student before” said Mr. Johnston. “In fact, since the government first allowed castrations six months ago, only 7 students have been castrated in the entire state” “Actually it is 8 students” Principal Matthews corrected him. “So if the state government doesn’t have an issue with it I don’t see why this board is so opposed. Trust me gentlemen, I have seen Blake’s type many times before. Admittedly he has had a rough childhood, but so have many other students without resorting to a life of crime. Blake’s type usually ends up in prison or dead before they are thirty. We have tried every other form of punishment with Blake, detention, suspension and incarceration in a juvenile detention facility. Castration would certainly calm him down and though it is not guaranteed, I believe it would help him refocus his life and change his ways.” The debate went on for almost two hours but, in the end, and largely due to Principal Matthew’s persuasive powers, the school board voted 5 to 4 in favor of having Blake Colley castrated.

By all accounts Blake Colley was an angry young man. He had been bounced from foster home to foster home for most of his life. No place seemed to be able to cope with him for more than two years. He had not fared much better in school. At all the schools he had attended the students and most of the staff had been afraid of him. He had a very short temper and was prone to violence. Blake Colley was also extremely good looking, piercing blue eyes, dark curly hair that just touched his ears, sharp cheekbones and lean facial features with a strong chin. He had that rare combination of not only being cute as sin but also very masculine and hot. Once he hit his teen years he seemed to be permanently in need of a shave, and sported a chronic scruffy 2 day old growth of thin beard. At 5’ 8” and 170 lbs his body was lean, wiry and hard, there was not an ounce of fat on him. His usually wore baggy jeans that hung low on his hips and a tight “wife-beater” t-shirt that showed off his dark hairy pits and nicely muscled shoulders and arms. And at 17 he was quite a fucking machine. Though all the boys were afraid of him the girls never seemed to get enough of his dark good looks and his “bad boy” appeal. He had a certain feral energy about him and an element of danger none of the other boys his age could match. A large number of the girls in his school were more than eager to feel his plump, uncut 8 inch dick inside them.

In the schoolyard he was considered a “scrapper” who never ran away from a fight. He was fearless and vicious when it came to a punch up and even the boys who were much larger than him learned to avoid him. By the time he had reached 17 he had probably spent as much time in juvenile detention as he had in class. Things had come to a head a few days before when he had broken a classmates jaw. It was debatable as to who had started the fight, and the kid probably had it coming. But the bottom line was the kid had rich, influential parents who were threatening to sue the school board if definitive action was not taken. And quite frankly all of the teachers and Principal Matthews in particular had had enough of Blake Colley and were quite happy for an excuse to have him punished. Though Principal Matthews hated to admit it, he was actually quite pleased when the board agreed to have Blake castrated. Part of him still believed it would be good for the young man in the long run, certainly in terms of anger management, but he was also motivated by revenge. His job as principal had been hell since Blake had arrived at his school three years ago.

Blake was not surprised when he heard his name called to report to the principal’s office. Ever since his last fight he knew some sort of punishment would be coming down, he just didn’t know what and when. And he was not particularly surprised when he saw the two uniformed police officers in the principal’s office. He figured he was in for another stay at juvenile detention. What the hell, he was used to it, and almost preferred it to school. He thought principal Matthews looked even more grave than usual as he asked him to come in and sit down. Blake did not object when the guards handcuffed his hands behind his back. He had been handcuffed many times before so it was not out of the ordinary. “Well Blake, I guess I don’t have to tell you why you are here” said Principal Matthews in a serious tone. “Yah, Yah, I know I shouldn’t have clocked the kid, but trust me, that little shit had it coming” replied Blake with a big, cocky grin on his face. “Well Blake, I’m afraid the consequences in this case are going to be severe, this is your third assault charge this school year and quite frankly the school board has run out of patience” said Matthews. Blake sarcastically rolled his eyes. This was nothing he hadn’t heard before. Noting Blake’s reaction; Principal Matthews grinned slightly as he continued: “In light of the most recent incident and taking your past record into consideration, the school board has decided that the usual punishments are no longer appropriate.” So what thought Blake, what’s the worst these fuckers can do? “Therefore it is the decision of the school board to have you transported to the state prison hospital where a bilateral oriectomy will be performed by one of the state surgeons”. “Bilateral. Huh? What the fuck are you talking about?” asked Blake.

Principal Matthews grinned widely as he replied: “it means, Mr. Colley, that the school board and the state government are going to have you castrated” One of the police officers burst out at laughing but quickly composed himself and shut up. It took a few seconds for the word and what it meant to sink in to Blake. “CASTRATED!?!? What the fuck? You mean CUT MY BALLS OFF!!!? NO FUCKING WAY, you asshole!! You can’t do that!” A suddenly alarmed Blake shouted. “I assure you, Mr. Colley, that we can, and I plan to have it done this afternoon” replied Principal Matthews calmly. “Now if you two officers would be so kind as to escort this young man to the car, I will be along shortly.

A few minutes later the smirking police officers had Blake securely seat-belted into the back seat of the squad car. Blake couldn’t believe it. Nah, they had to be shitting him. That fucking Principal Matthews had threatened him many times before. He had almost lost count of how many times he had been in juvenile detention in the last 3 years. They had to be bluffing, trying to scare him. No fucking way that spineless Matthews had the nerve to have his nuts cut off. Yet here he was, hands cuffed behind him, in the back seat of a police car. He was suddenly very aware of his balls and their load of sperm. His baggy jeans and loose boxer shorts allowed his big, low-hanging nuts to rest on the seat. He could feel his balls lying there, contentedly snuggled between his thighs. He hadn’t bothered to jerk off today so his morning spunk was still churning away in his warm, sweaty nuts. As a horny 17 year old he could easily pump three loads a day out of his balls. If they cut off his balls now all his hot nut cream would be trapped and wasted. As he thought about his nuts, his dick automatically started to stir. His pale, veined penis was a good 4 inches soft and a respectable 8 when hard. His loose, thick foreskin easily covered his dickhead with about a quarter inch of extra skin hanging over the tip. He still couldn’t believe they were going to castrate him. There’s no fucking way he was going to lose his balls. Maybe if he sucked up to that asshole Matthews he could talk him out of it.

A few minutes later Principal Matthews entered the car and sat in the back seat beside Blake. As he got in the car he couldn’t resist looking between Blake’s legs and smiling. “Well Blake, you ready to lose your nuts?” said Matthews as the car pulled away from the curb. “Ah come on Sir, (this was the first time in his life Blake had ever addressed Principal Matthews as Sir) I know I have been a total shit, but there has to be some other way. Send me back to juvenile detention or kick me out of school for good. Whatever you want, just don’t let them cut my balls off, please.” Principal Matthews had to grin at the sudden change in Blake’s tone. “Well Blake I’m afraid its’ too late to go back now. The school board debated long and hard before we decided to have you castrated”. “Please sir, have the board meet again, I’ll go talk to them, I promise I can stop being such a hassle”. “Sorry Blake, but the truth is I have wanted to have you castrated for a long time now. When the state first started talking about allowing castrations two years ago I immediately thought of you. You have been nothing but trouble since day one. It’s bad enough you seem hell bent on ruining your own life but you have been a constant disruption to all the other students in the school. You are a cocky, self-centered, destructive little shit. If ever a student deserved to have his balls cut off it’s you!” “OK, OK, you’re right” said Blake “Tell you what sir. Tell these guys to let me out of the car and I promise I will disappear from this town. You will never, ever see me again”. “Sorry Blake, you know I can’t do that. Legally you are still a ward of the state until your 18th birthday, so technically you are still my responsibility. You might as well accept it Blake, I am going to have your nuts cut off and there is nothing you can do about it.” “Yah well FUCK YOU Matthews, I hate your guts, you’re damn lucky they got me strapped in here.” Principal Matthews finally lost his patience and composure. “Well you know what Blake, FUCK YOU TOO!! An hour from now your balls are going to be in a bowl and you’ll be a nutless little freak. Tonight, I’m going to fuck my wife real long and hard and I’ll be thinking of you while I’m draining my balls inside her. You’ll never fuck anything again!!! After this outburst Principal Matthews turned and stared out the window, stonily ignoring the furious, soon to be castrated young man beside him.

15 minutes later the police car pulled up outside the state prison. The officers and Principal Matthews escorted Blake inside. The duty officer chuckled and smirked at Blake when he heard what he was here for. While Principal Matthews signed the necessary paperwork the police officers transferred Blake into the custody of two strapping prison guards. The smirking duty officer informed Principal Matthews that “processing” Blake should take a couple of hours and then the prison would let him know when he could return to pick him up. It would probably take him about 2 days to heal. Principal Matthews thanked the duty officer and without even looking at Blake turned and left with the two police officers.

After Principal Matthews left one of the guards said to Blake, “OK punk, don’t give us a hard time and we won’t give you one. Now lets’ get your nuts cut off shall we” At that Blake started kicking and struggling with all his might. For his efforts he received a quick sharp blow from a night stick across the shins then another shot to his stomach. As he doubled over in pain one of the guards taunted him “What’s the matter buddy? Don’t want to have your itty bitty balls cut off? A little punk like you probably doesn’t even know how to use them”. The other guard piped in “He sure is a feisty one though” “Ya well we’ll see feisty he is once the doc cuts his nuts off” replied the first as they marched Blake down the corridor towards the prison hospital. Outside the hospital wing they uncuffed Blake and dumped him in a small holding cell which was already occupied by a very frightened looking, 16 year old blond teen. Before they left one of the guards said “If I was one of you two little pricks, I’d be whacking off right now, while you still can” At that both guards burst out laughing and sauntered back down the corridor. Blake sat down trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes of silence the blond teen nervously asked Blake, “Hey buddy, do you think they are really going to do it?” “Huh, what?” replied Blake, still sore and breathless. “You know, do you think they are really going to cut our balls off?” “What the fuck do you think?” Snapped Blake. No, this couldn’t be happening thought Blake, he couldn’t, wouldn’t believe he was about to be castrated. Suddenly the blond teen stood up and turned to face the wall. He whipped out his dick, spit into his right hand and furiously started pumping away. Shit thought Blake, he couldn’t believe it but all this talk about cutting off his balls had made him horny as hell. He sat on the bench, facing away from the blond guy, fished out his semi hard prick and started pulling his foreskin back and forth over his knob. He closed his eyes and in less than a minute his hot creamy nut juice shot a good seven inches into the air and landed in a long white gob on his left thigh, just as he heard the blond guy grunting and shooting his spunk on the concrete wall.

It was the two young men’s misfortune that the prison surgeon on duty that day was old Doctor Cutterson. “Doc Cutter” had a reputation around the prison as being a perverted, dirty, old man. Nearing retirement age, he was really gross, had a flushed red face and was severely overweight. Many of the younger inmates complained of his wandering hands and lustful stares whenever they had the bad luck to end up in the prison hospital. Doc Cutter was what you could refer to as an “Old School” disciplinarian. Having been raised in the old Catholic school system he believed it was quite natural for students to be strapped as punishment. As far as he was concerned it was a sad day in the education system when they stopped using the strap. A whole generation of kids was raised without any sort of real discipline. And as a result kids nowadays had no respect, not for their elders, not for the rules and not for each other. 30 years in the juvenile criminal justice system had only reinforced his conviction that kids nowadays were spoilt rotten and had no sense of personal responsibility for their actions. He was now a bitter and cynical old man.

As he was going through the duty roster for the day he was extremely pleased to see that two castrations had been scheduled for that afternoon; Jeremy Peterson 16 and Blake Colley 17. Ah, just the right age he thought lustfully. He hated to admit it, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than cutting the balls off some juvenile punk. At that age they all thought they were invincible. Cocky little bastards all full of vinegar and piss. Well nothing knocked the piss out of these punks like having their balls cut off. He had nothing but contempt for these modern day social workers who lamented on “How to get through to the kids”. Trust him, nothing got through to these punks like shoving a sharp blade into their testicles. That sure got their attention in a hurry. Reading through the files he thought both teens were pretty typical punks. Although still in their teen years they both had lengthy records for assault, vandalism and robbery, well on their way to a life of crime. The blond one had average looks, cute enough, but didn’t seem to be anything special. He was particularly drawn to the photo of Blake. Dark hair, pretty hot looking guy, thought the doc, judging from his photo. As he told his two male nurse assistants to prepare for the castrations; the perverted old doc’s dick started to stiffen in anticipation. He thought he would probably castrate the blond teen first so he could relax and take his time with the dark-haired 17 year old. This was going to be one hell of a fun afternoon. He couldn’t wait to get his scalpel into Blake’s testicles.

But first, “State Law” mandated that he speak with the young men and outline the procedure for them. The doc always felt this talk was a waste of time, but it gave him a chance to check out the punks before he castrated them and also gave him a chance to put them in their place and let them know who was boss. He sent one of the nurses out to fetch the young men. A few minutes later Blake and Jeremy were escorted into his office by four guards. With their hands now cuffed behind their backs they were forced into two chairs in front of the doc’s desk. Before he said anything the doc took a few moments to regard the two teens restrained in front of him. The blond one looked terrified and about ready to burst into tears. The dark haired one however just glared at him with a look of total hatred and defiance. Ah yes thought the doc, will definitely castrate the blond one first. The other one badly needs to be taught a lesson and put in his place. Perhaps seeing me cut off his buddies’ balls will change his attitude. Both teens smelled faintly of sperm and the doc noticed the creamy damp stain on Blake’s jeans.

“Well hello boys, I hope you enjoyed masterbating just now. My name is Doctor Cutterson, and in a couple of minutes I will be cutting off your testicles” he paused for a moment to let the words sink in. “I know you are not happy about it but at this point there is nothing you can do about it. Now that you are in this office, your testicles are mine. I will not bore you with all the technical terms, but as surgeries go, castration is one of the more simple ones, since your testicles are located outside of your body. The whole operation will be done under a local anesthetic. It is a simple matter of making two small incisions, one on either side of your scrotum. Or ball sac if you prefer to call it that. Once I locate your spermatic chords, I will clamp and suture them, sever them, remove your testicles then stitch up the cuts in your scrotum. It should not take more that 20 minutes. Your scrotums may be slightly sore and swollen for a few days but you should be able to resume normal activities almost immediately. I have castrated numerous young men like you before, so trust me, I am at very good at it. So if you co-operate and let me do my job, I promise that I will remove your testicles as quickly and as painlessly as possible. Now, who wants to go first?” he said with a cheerful grin.

“No one? Well then, why don’t we start with you Mr. Peterson” he said addressing the blond. At that point Jeremy started to sob out loud and then suddenly exclaimed “Oh no! Shit, Shit, Shit” as a large dark wet stain started to grow in the front of his pants and dribble down his left leg. As the guards started to chuckle, Blake jumped up and made a sudden mad dash towards the door. He didn’t get too far before his legs were clubbed out from under him and he was forced down to the floor. “Alright, I guess we will be doing this the hard way” said the doctor. Indicating Blake he said “Bring him to the operating room and cuff him to the wall”

The operating room next door was basically just a large concrete cell. In the center was an old gynecological exam bed. The upper half was inclined at a 45 degree angle and stirrups were attached at the bottom end. There was a low U-shaped metal bar attached to the ceiling above the bed and several other metal bars attached to the concrete walls. Two guards handcuffed Blake to one of the wall bars. There were two waiting stretchers at one end of the room which would be wheeled into the recovery room once they were occupied. Along one wall was a wheeled table containing all the scalpels, surgical scissors, sutures, and other medical instruments for the castrations. As a sick joke the doc had also placed a large steak knife with a serrated blade on the table with the other instruments. Of course the steak knife would never be used but the doc sure liked to see the inmates eyes pop out when they saw it.

Once Blake was securely restrained to the wall the guards could devote their attention to Jeremy. The now thoroughly humiliated and cowed blond teen, meekly agreed to co-operate. The guards removed his handcuffs, and as the four of them surrounded him the doc said to him, “alright punk, take your clothes off, NOW”! The room fell dead silent as all eyes were locked on the 16 year old boy as he reluctantly started to undress. Nervously the teen bent down and undid his laces then stood up and kicked off his running shoes into a corner. Then he peeled off his dirty white socks and tossed them on top of his shoes. Next he pulled his dark blue t-shirt off over his head. This revealed his pale, somewhat underdeveloped torso. Except for the two light patches under his armpits his upper body was completely devoid of hair. His scrawny chest and arms made him look even younger than his 16 years. Hesitantly and with trembling hands, he slowly undid the button of his wet, stained pants and noisily pulled down the zipper. He slowly pushed his pants down over his hips then bending slightly, pulled them down and off his pale skinny legs. His shirt and pants soon joined his shoes and socks in the corner. Finally he stood there in just his piss-soaked tight blue briefs. The curved bulging outline of his testicles and penis were visible through the soggy cotton of the front pouch. “C’mon boy, we haven’t got all day” said the doc irritably. As the blond teen hesitated the doc reached forward and roughly yanked the teen’s skivvies down. One of the guards gave a derisive laugh as the blond teen’s small dick and nuts popped into view. A severe look from the doc quickly shut the guard up. But the doc sure was not impressed by what the 16 year old had hanging between his legs. His pale dick was maybe an inch long and the small circumcised knob did not really hang down so much as stick out from his dark blond pubic bush. His small, fear-shriveled testicles were pulled up real tight, almost vanishing into his groin. Hardly worth castrating this one thought the doc.

The two male nurses quickly washed him off with damp sponges then the doc ordered him to sit on the bed. He told him to rest his back and shoulders on the inclined half of the bed and raise his hands up over his head. One of the guards quickly handcuffed him to the U-shaped bar overhead. Then the guards strapped his legs into the stirrups attached to the bed and he was helpless. The stirrups spread the boy’s legs wide, leaving his teen balls to rest, exposed on the edge of the bed. The doc ordered the guards to wait outside while he castrated Jeremy. The doc then turned and addressed Blake “You may want to pay attention to this, you’re next” Blake watched the whole proceedings with rapt, horrified attention. The doc then rolled up a chair and sat down between Jeremy’s legs, so that his testicles were just about eye level. The nurse wheeled over the table of instruments and Jeremy gasped when he saw the steak knife. Normally the doc would tape the young man’s penis to the abdomen to keep it out of the way, but since Jeremy’s dick had shrunken so small his knob was barely protruding beyond his bush. The doc described the procedure as he went along. “All right Mr. Peterson, first I will inject a local anesthetic into your scrotum”. Jeremy winced in pain as he felt the sharp sting of the needle penetrating his soft, delicate ball sac. “While that is taking effect I will massage your testicles to loosen them up a bit.” The doc firmly gripped the teens’ small balls and began to roll them around between his thumb and fingers. After a few minutes Jeremy’s now numbed testicles had descended enough for the doc to feel out the individual spermatic cords. He picked up a scalpel and said. “I will now make the first incision in the left side of your scrotum” Jeremy winced again as he felt the sharp steel tip of the scalpel pushing into the skin of his nut sac. It didn’t really hurt but he definitely could feel the blade as it sliced downward through his scrotum. “Now we locate the chords” said the doc as he picked up a pair of surgical tweezers. Jeremy could feel the cold metal intruding deep inside his nut sac as the doc fished around. The doc soon located his left spermatic cord and pulled out about an inch. “Next we clamp and suture off the chords”. The blond teen could definitely feel the bite of the clamp as it crushed his left ball cord and sperm tube. The suturing took about three minutes in the doc’s expert hands. Picking up a pair of small surgical scissors the doc said “Alright son, I’m going to cut off your left testicle now” And with a quick snip the doc cut Jeremy’s ball free and dropped it in a metal bowl. At this point Blake started frantically trying to pull the metal bar out of the wall and free himself. Jeremy started sobbing but the doc admonished him “C’mon, it wasn’t that bad, don’t be such a crybaby, we’re halfway there”. The doc always found that removing the second testicle seemed to go easier than the first. Perhaps it is because the half empty scrotum is looser and easier to work with. He picked up the scalpel again and quickly made a second incision down the right side of Jeremy’s scrotum. Fished out the nut and cord and repeated the clamping and suturing procedure. Another quick snip of the scissors and Jeremy’s right testicle joined its’ brother in the bowl. After expertly suturing up the two incisions the doc said smiling: “There you go son all done, a textbook perfect castration!” It had taken the doc just under 15 minutes to make the blond teen a eunuch.

He called the guards back in who released Jeremy and transferred him to one of the waiting stretchers. Sobbing quietly he curled into the fetal position and placed his hands between his legs, protecting his wounded, empty scrotum. After the nurses wheeled Jeremy out into the recovery room all eyes turned to Blake.

The doc could barely contain his glee as he addressed Blake, “alright Mr. Colley, your turn” For a moment their eyes met and Blake saw the look of lust and anticipation in the doc’s eyes. “Fuck you Fag!!” yelled Blake defiantly, “I’ll fucking kill you”. “Now, now that language will never do” replied the doc tauntingly. He calmly picked up the blond teen’s piss-soaked underwear and shoved it into Blake’s mouth before he could utter another word. The guards burst out laughing at this. “I guess we will have to strip this young man ourselves” said the doc. Blake’s hands were still cuffed to the bar behind his back, so the doc only needed two of the guards to kneel down and hold Blake’s ankles to effectively immobilize him. Picking up a large pair of scissors, the doc grabbed the bottom front of Blake’s white t-shirt and proceeded to cut it up the middle from his waist to his collar. As the material separated, Blake’s hard, sweaty upper body slowly came into view. First a thin, treasure trail of course dark hairs was revealed, leading down from his navel and widening slightly as it went lower. It disappeared below the black elastic band of his boxer shorts which was sticking out above his low riding jeans. His flat abs and firm pectoral muscles were uncovered as the scissors reached the collar. A small scraggly patch of dark hair rested proudly in the centre of his pale chest. His rock hard nipples were large and pointed. Blake’s pale skin took on a light sheen as he sweated profusely and breathed heavily. The doc’s dick soon became hard as steel as he beheld the sight of Blake’s torso and smelt the pungent, masculine odor from his hairy, damp armpits. Good thing I’m wearing a lab coat thought the doc.

But now the real prize awaited; Blake’s BALLS!! “All right punk, lets see what you got between your legs” said the doc. Blake vainly tried to swing his hips side to side in a futile attempt to escape the doc’s grasping hands. The doc could barely keep his fingers from trembling with excitement as he fumbled with Blake’s belt buckle. Finally the doc unclasped the belt, and popped open the top button of Blake’s jeans. The doc only got the zipper down halfway before the baggy jeans fell to Blake’s ankles, revealing his pale, hairy legs. The doc chuckled at the site of Blake’s white boxer shorts covered in smiling yellow Happy Faces. They sure wouldn’t be smiling if they knew what I’m about to do, thought the doc to himself. Blake’s underwear smelled faintly of old piss stains and recently dried sperm. The doc could barely contain his glee as he grasped the sides of Blake’s underwear and slowly pulled them downwards. The wide V-shape of his thick dark pubic bush came into view and then the plump, fleshy base of Blake’s penis. A large bluish vein curved downwards along the shaft of his dick. His dick was like a fat, pale sausage that seemed to get longer as the boxers were pulled lower. The thick dark curls of his pubes seemed to spill over and frame the base of his dick. Blake’s plump meaty, testicles seemed to be hiding behind his dick, but their hairy, curved forms could be seen peeking out on either side of the shaft. Yanking the boxers down to Blake’s knees revealed the rounded shape of his hooded dick head. His low-hanging balls dangled down to just below the end of the 4 inch flaccid penis.

The doc would have loved to shove that tasty looking dick into his mouth. Instead he had to content himself with firmly grabbing Blake’s sweaty balls. The doc had seen many testicles in his day, but he had to admit he was impressed by Blake’s. Squeezing the big left nut was almost like holding a firm, hairy hard-boiled egg in his palm. The right nut was not quite as large, but still much bigger than the blond teen’s balls. The doc could feel the heat coming off Blake’s testicles. This punk was definitely a very virile young man at his sexual peak. Ah well, not for long thought the doc, with an evil grin.

Blake had been kicked in the nuts during fights, but he had never had another guy hold his balls the way the perverted old doc was. Blake cringed involuntarily as the man about to castrate him roughly manhandled his sensitive nuts with his cold, clammy hands. As his face flushed with rage he had only one thought, he was going to kill that doc, no matter what it took. As the doc rolled and squeezed Blake’s nuts, he commented “Well Mr. Colley you have normal healthy testicles, they’re slightly larger than average and good low-hangers. I should be able to cut these off no problem” he said as he looked Blake right in the eye. Blake glared back at him and the doc started crushing his balls until Blake winced in pain. Having made his point, the doc said to the guards. “Alright, we’ve wasted enough time lets’ get this punk on the bed so I can cut his balls off”

When the guards unlocked the handcuffs Blake started swinging wildly. The cuffs were still attached to his right wrist and when he took a swing the cuffs caught one of the guards just above his left eye, opening a nasty 1 inch gash. If nothing else Blake could put up a fight and he fought now like he never had before. Fists, elbows, knees, went flying. He managed to spit the underwear out of his mouth as he struggled. He head-butted a second guard in the face and broke his nose. As the guard staggered backwards; Blake saw an opening and lunged at the doc, reaching for his throat. But with his jeans and boxers still around his ankles he couldn’t jump very far and smashed fists first into the doc’s chest. The doc fell backwards knocking over the instrument table. All the scalpels, scissors and the bowl containing the blond teen’s testicles went flying. The severed balls rolled off in separate directions along the concrete floor. The doc landed flat on his back with Blake on top of him and the two uninjured guards on top of Blake. The guards were able to haul Blake off the doc before he could get his hands on his throat. One guard managed to get Blake in a headlock and when the other 3 guards jumped in they were finally able to subdue him. As the two male nurses helped the doc into a chair, the guards physically lifted up Blake and slammed him down hard onto the bed. Blake still managed to get a few good shots in before they finally had him stripped, cuffed and strapped into position. Hands cuffed above his head, legs restrained wide apart in the stirrups.

When Blake was securely restrained everyone in the room paused to catch their breath. Blake breathed heavily on the table, his lean, sweat-soaked chest rising and falling rapidly, too exhausted to even speak. All four guards were battered and bruised to some degree. The doc was winded, flustered and enraged but uninjured. One of the male nurses set about re-stocking the table with clean surgical instruments. The other nurse held the metal bowl on its’ side and kicked the blond teen’s testicles back into it and replaced it on the table. The nurses took advantage of Blake’s exhaustion to quickly tape his mouth shut with surgical tape. Then they washed him off from his waist to his knees and taped his long limp dick to his abdomen.

The doc was now composed enough to hide his rage as he addressed the nurses. “Alright, please take the guards into the recovery room and take care of their injuries” I will be able to look after this young man myself. As they were leaving one of the nurses saw the look in the doc’s eyes and immediately felt sorry for Blake. He knew what the doc was capable of.

The furious doc took a long, leering look at the helpless, good-looking young man, naked before him. Blake glared hatred back at the doc, defiant to the end. Blake’s pale hairy thighs were spread wide and inclined up at a 45 degree angle. The young man’s fat balls hung low and rested on the edge of the table, totally exposed and vulnerable, just waiting for the doc’s scalpel. How dare this little punk attack and humiliate him in front of his staff. This punk was going to pay, and pay dearly. As his anger boiled over the doc suddenly noticed the steak knife. Without thinking he suddenly picked it up and wielding it like a dagger plunged it deep into Blake’s big left testicle. The knife went in with such force that it went right through Blake’s ball and stuck in the bed underneath. Every muscle in Blake’s body became rock hard at the sudden shock of excruciating pain. Blake struggled wildly to free himself and close his legs but couldn’t stop the pain. The doc let go of the knife and it stuck straight up out of Blake’s ball. Blake started sweating profusely and tears welled in his eyes. “What’s the matter punk? Your nut hurt? That’s what you get for fucking with me” screamed the doc.

Now that the doc had made a mess of Blake’s left nut he had to consider the best way to finish castrating the young man. Damage to the testicle was not a concern, as it would soon be gone but the doc did have to stitch up the scrotum afterwards. He picked up a clean scalpel and slowly inserted it into Blake’s ball sac right beside where the blade of the steak knife was protruding. He slowly lengthened the gash made by the steak knife. When the cut was long enough he put down the scalpel, grabbed the steak knife and pulled it out of Blake’s scrotum with his left testicle impaled on the end. Kind of like a marshmallow on a stick. The doc continued pulling to get some of the ball chords out. Blake could feel a harsh tugging deep in his gut as he slowly drifted in and out of consciousness. When the doc had yanked out about 2 inches of chord he rested the knife flat on Blake’s thigh. With his left hand he slowly pulled the testicle free from the knife and let it rest on top of Blake’s partially deflated scrotum. The young man now had one testicle still inside his nut sac and one resting outside. Picking up the scalpel again the doc quickly sliced open the right side of Blake’s scrotum. Rather than using the tweezers to locate the spermatic chords; the doc shoved the steak knife into the incision, skewered Blake’s right testicle and roughly yanked it out of his sac. Now the young man’s two bloody, mangled nuts rested on top of his flat, empty scrotal sac, still attached to his body by their cords. Blake was pretty much unconscious at this point so the doc saw no point in dragging his castration out any further. He quickly clamped and sutured off the two exposed spermatic cords. Then the doc grabbed the two slimy testicles in his left hand, gave them one final squeeze and wielding the steak knife in his right hand he placed it blade up under the two chords. Pulling the knife upwards, it only took a few seconds for the doc to hack through Blake’s nut cords and sperm tubes with the serrated blade. BLAKE COLLEY WAS CASTRATED!!!, A nutless eunuch, his dick would never get hard again. Principal Matthews was going to be extremely pleased.

For the doc though, it all seemed somewhat anticlimactic as he finally held the angry young man’s severed testicles in his hand. As he tossed Blake’s balls into the bowl on top of Jeremy’s he thought, well those two punks won’t be causing anymore trouble. He picked up Blake’s boxer shorts and wiped the blood off the steak knife. As the doc went to wash up he took a moment to regard the four severed testicles lying at the bottom of the bowl. Blake’s balls were almost twice the size of Jeremy’s. Blake’s big left nut still had about an inch of spermatic cord attached and rested up against Jeremy’s right ball. Just minutes before these four balls had swung proudly between the legs of the two young men. These testicles had once defined them as males, carrying their genetic code, their DNA, giving them the ability to pass on new life. Now they were just four rotting useless lumps of flesh. Without a second look the doc picked up the bowl and emptied it into the bright yellow “Medical Waste” container.

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