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The Firing Squad. I have to smile. It's been a while, and I love the smell of gunpowder and the shock that a bullet can do when it's traveling at thousands of feet per second. Yeah, I love it. It seems a good justice too, and it's fast. Very fast. I don't think there is any way to castrate a man faster. God...I love it...the sound, the shock on the prisoner's face, the look then as their nuts disappear in an explosion of shattered tissue that unmans them in less than an instant. Yeah...its a good justice, and I'm thankful that I'm in Oklahoma and they still know how it's done. I love my job. I am the senior warden at the Oklahoma State prison, and I don't question what it is that we do. I guess being a woman some people would say I don't understand, and that I can't really empathize with them when I take their balls. Well, perhaps, but then I don't pull the trigger and so I don't unman them in the true sense of the word. Oh, I'm there, and I wouldn't miss it for anything actually. I don't really feel too much concern for them at any rate. Instead, I do my best to remember the victim, or in this case, the victims, and perhaps as we take the prisoner's balls in that sense we avenge the many women that deserve to be avenged. I hate rapists, and I like making sure they are punished. They are the worst of their kind as far as I'm concerned, and I have no respect for them and no mercy feelings towards them at all. Yeah, they deserve their fate. This one, like every rapist, deserves to be nutted and as far as I'm concerned it should have been done a long time ago. Yeah, Hanson deserves it all right, and I for one will be glad to be a part of doing it to him. He's a strange one, and he still doesnt get it. Hard as it is to believe, he even claims his innocence. He's not innocent by a long shot though, and his inability to understand what it is he did is reason enough to take his balls. That's the way I see it anyway. I think in a very real way we will be doing him a favor. His sac of balls have been nothing but a problem for him since he first came into puberty, and now, at twenty-two, it is well past time to get them off of him. Hell, he's fucked so many girls out of wedlock he makes me sick, and as I see it castration is hardly enough punishment for him. His balls own his mind, and have driven him to put sex before common sense. While he probably wouldn't agree, I really do sincerely think we are doing him a favor, and once he's been unsexed life will get a lot simpler for him. In the end, he may even come to appreciate it and if he thanks me for it later he wouldnt be the first inmate to do so. Right now, he's just a typical oversexed guy that loves pussy so much its all he thinks about. I don't think he can get it off of his mind. Of course, now that he's here, I'm about to change that. Even when I in-processed him he stared at my tits, and I saw his dick stir in his pants as he answered my questions. Yeah, he's an oversexed man, and he deserves what's coming. Hell, he was probably fucking as soon as he was capable of it. One thing is for sure--he's had sexual problems since early in puberty. His record is several inches thick. In the seventh grade he was caught masturbating in his school utility closet, and that got him counseling. You would think it would have helped, but instead of learning something things only got worse. Hell, he had two girlfriends pregnant before he graduated from high school and one of them pressed charges that almost cost him his nuts. Almost, but a good lawyer and a sympathetic judge got him off free and clear. Still, if the courts had known at the time what he was doing on his paper route they probably would have taken his balls at seventeen. He was one busy kid, and as he delivered his papers he made a game of flirting with the married women along his route, hopping in the sac with anyone of them that would let him. He destroyed two marriages I know of with that teenage dick of his. He was proud of it too. In school he would laugh and brag about the women he was mounting, but nobody believed him even when he was telling the truth. His antics increased after high school, and college finally was his downfall. He was a party animal, fucking every woman that would go out with him, and he went through so many I don't think even he can remember them all. He fucked them no matter their age, young and old. If they were old enough to have a period and to wear a bra he was all over them. He popped the cherries of several high school girls, even as a college man, and he would meet them at the mall and then bring them to his dorm room. One Saturday he did six high school seniors, one after the other, which would have been impossible for most normal men. But his nuts recharge fast I guess, and he somehow got hard for each of them one after the other. According to the girls' testimony, he did them all. They were just high school girls, and only one of them was over eighteen, but at the time none of them pressed charges either and I guess they all got off on losing their cherry to a college man. The prosecutor found them with an ad in the paper and a promise of money, and they certainly didn't help his case later when he was on trial for his balls. But his real downfall was that he liked doing the married ones too. He got a kick out of fucking another man's woman, and thought it was funny that he could give them something their husbands could not. The final straw was the last one, a married woman in her forties who he claims was willing. Well, if she was, she sure changed her mind before he was done. What can't be disputed is he was deep into her when her high school son walked in on them. After that, things got ugly in a hurry. Yes sir 'ree, her fourteen year old son caught Hanson red-handed, slapping his balls up against her pussy as he pumped his cock in and out of her like a human jackhammer. When the kid opened the bedroom door he was just shooting his load and that's when the woman started screaming in hysterics. Yeah, the pubescent boy was old enough to recognize a rape when it was happening in front of him, and so after that things turned ugly. He fought with Hanson, defending his mom's honor, and the two of them exchanged quite a few blows before the neighbors came and help subdue him. After that, it was pretty much over. With the boy as a witness and her being married there wasn't a lot he could say to justify what he had done. The DNA proved it was his semen, and it was definitely in her pussy and of that there was little doubt. She was adamant he had raped her, and her son backed up the story, so no matter what he said after that it was pretty much a done deal. Anyway, with the mall girls' testimony there was certainly enough to get him convicted of a sexual assault in small town USA. And with his background, the jury was anything but sympathetic. Some think he got railroaded, and the woman had asked for it. I personally don't buy that line. Hell, he was twenty-one at the time, and you have to ask what he was even doing in her bedroom. He knew she was married, and he should never have been there. Even if she wanted it initially it doesnt make any difference to me. He's just oversexed, and his balls are his problem. What he needs is what we are about to do, and women everywhere will be lot safer for it. I look over at his cell, and Mark Hanson stares back at me. He looks angry, and his face is flushed, although that is no doubt a partial result of the pill he was given a little while ago. Already the 75mg of Viagra are surging through his system, and his prick is filling with blood and will soon be engorged and stiff and eager. The medicine wasnt really necessary to give him a boner, but it will insure he stays hard even if he starts to get really scared. And a boner is necessary. A hard prick keeps his dick high in the air, stiff, and up and out of the way, and that's important. Once we strap him into position if it slips from its sleeve and falls down for some reason it would be a disaster. A dick hanging in front of his balls would become part of the target, and if that happened it would be pulverized along with everything else. While that might be ok with me, it would probably cost me my job and in any case I wouldn't want to have to explain how it happened. So, his dick needs to be up and stiff and safely out of the way during his castration, even if he does not want it to be. As I stare at him I can tell that Hanson is scared. Still, his face is set in anger and I know he thinks his sentence is unjust. But even as I look at him he reaches down with his right hand to the front of his orange jumpsuit, and moves his dick to accommodate its growing length. He is stiffening up, and will soon be as hard as a piece of steel. Castration. By firing squad. It's a tough sentence, but in Oklahoma that's the method and while at one time it was pretty unusual, that's not true anymore. He's not happy about it, and he has made it clear he feels he's being screwed. I could care less what he feels, and no matter if he accepts his sentence or not, it is still going to happen and that's his reality. As I look at him looking at me I find I am actually looking forward to seeing him nutted. In fact, I can hardly wait. One thing about him is that he has that perfect male body. Firm, lean even, with a swimmer's build that makes him every woman's dream. His stomach is flat the way it should be on a male, and under that prison jumpsuit I know there are horizontal lines of muscle that accentuate his washboard abs. His hair is a dirty blond color, but sometime not so long ago he's had it highlighted, and there are still remnants of the little tufts of bright blond that make him look cute as hell. He looks a little younger than he is, with the baby-faced look and the sharp, bright blue eyes that capture your attention and hold it there. Right now those eyes are angry and defiant. He thinks he's being wronged. Well, yeah, let him be the tough boy to the end. Soon enough we will be strapping him down, into position, and I wonder then how tough he will be. Yeah, once his legs are spread and his balls are hanging down, waiting for the bullets that will end their existence, I wonder how he will handle it. Of course, he will not go easily, and of that there is little doubt. He was shaved two days ago, and it took a half dozen of my biggest guards to hold him down for the procedure. God he fought! He fought so damn hard, but in the end it didn't matter, and while we held him down and he grunted and yelled we shaved his balls and took his pubic hair and I laughed while we did it. That's all part of the procedure and he hated every minute of it. Even so, he popped a stiffy while it was being done to him and that got a good laugh from all of us. Perhaps that's why I enjoyed watching him be shaved so much. As a man goes he's got a hot body, and his prick is something to see. It's quite the hose, long and thick, and I know he's proud of it. As for his balls, I've seen bigger, but they aren't anything for him to be ashamed of either. Of course, they won't be his much longer, and so in that since it really doesn't matter anymore how big they are. Without his balls, his big prick will lose its firmness, and soon enough he'll only have a wet noodle for a cock. In fact, looking at him and his big erection that is now tenting up his jumpsuit, it occurs to me that he may well be enjoying his last stiffy. For some reason, that makes me smile. I wink at him, and he looks away. He knows, knows I will be there, watching, watching him as the bullets take his balls. He's as smooth as a baby boy right now, his sex hair stolen from him and now just a souvenir stuffed in a plastic ziplock bag on my desk. I see him shift again, and his hard cock rubs the fabric of his jumpsuit. As I watch a dime sized wet spot appears there, indicating his dick is drooling as it grows hard. He's so horny he's dripping, literally, even as he is about to be castrated! Who would have ever thought that would happen? I am looking forward to getting his dick in position, and out of that jumpsuit, so I can watch it stiff and quivering and oozing as we get ready to unman him. I wonder what he's feeling. Obviously, he's horny as hell. Of course, he hasn't touched his dick in a month. I know, because I put him on observation that long ago, and we havent left him alone long enough for him to do it since then. I don't allow my prisoners to masturbate prior to nutting them, plain and simple, as I think it does them good to be shot when they are horny and hard and begging for one more ejaculation that will never come. Some might think that's cruel, but I don't think so and it's my prison. There is nothing in the law that requires me to allow them to shoot their wads when they feel like it, so simply put I just don't allow it. If they wanted to get their rocks off they should have behaved themselves and kept their dick in their pants when they were supposed to. Anyway, that's the way I see it. The capital cases get moved to the prison a month prior to their castrations, and that's when I get them. Consequently I have them all watched closely from the moment they get here. Its a long month for them, and I know they long to pull their pud and of course more than a few of them try. Too bad I say! One good thing about watching them is that it makes certain they can't do anything to prevent the sentence from being carried out. More than one prisoner has tried to castrate himself to keep from having to face the public humiliation of the firing squad. I can't allow that! One thing that has always been true for every man I've had shot is that on the day we nut them their dicks are always hard, and that's an important bonus. Of course, what I like most about it is that like most men who havent touched their dick in a long while, the condemned like Hanson are flooded with sexual thoughts stirring in their brains that they can't get rid of, even as they wait to be unmanned. I think knowing that makes it better for me, and helps to make their punishment more appropriate. One thing to me that is especially important, is that I have no intention of allowing any of them any satisfaction before we unman them. Odds are Hanson will ejaculate anyway, but there is no certainly in it. Frankly it doesnt matter to me one way or the other as long as he is naked and the witnesses are watching it if he does. As long as he loses his balls, and on time, then whatever happens as its done is of no concern to me. Still, Hanson will probably shoot, and I know it. He's young for one thing, and his nuts are very full of cream and without doubt by now he literally NEEDS the release. Once his cock's in the tube he probably won't last long, although it won't be long before he's unmanned so it's hard to say which will happen first. Once the bullets have done their work, if he hasn't shot his wad then he won't. That's another thing I know....his cock will shrink like a dead worm as soon as his balls come off. That always happens, almost as if they are connected and even the Viagra won't keep him up without his nuts attached. Either way I guess I don't care, and hell, if he does shoot a load then he'll shoot in front of everyone, and if he does that it will add to the spectacle and to his humiliation. Still, I hope he doesnt, and I'd much prefer it if he gets unmanned with his load of semen still unspent, stored up and leaving him frustrated beyond belief. Yeah, that's something to hope for I guess. I look at the clock on the wall. It's about time to put things in motion, and I feel an excitement as the time nears. I'm going to be relived when it's done, and the witnesses have gone home and the crowds outside have dispersed. This time Hanson's punishment has caused quite a stir in the press, and there are lots of protestors out on the lawn chanting their displeasure. I have to admit that the firing squad is an ancient method of punishment and it is a little messy. But in Oklahoma it has worked for many years, and it is effective and quick. Sure, the electric chair may be faster, maybe, but I don't know as I've never watched a man's balls get fried. But I do know that when the bullets fire the resultant castration happens so fast it is over literally before the prisoner has time to even realize it's started. For the prisoner being unmanned, that seems to me to be a much more humane way of doing it. The witness rooms are really made from a single split room, with two separate entrances and a wall running down its center, each sharing half of a large rectangular window. Today, both rooms are in use, and one of them is packed. One room has witnesses that are sympathetic to the prisoner, and the other room is full of the victims and people that he harmed. I was in that room earlier, to see the crowd and to get a sense of the people that would want to come and watch such a thing. Right in front was the last woman Hanson fucked, along with her son and husband there for support. Several younger girls are in the room too, and a couple of other married ones he did. As for the family of the woman he raped, I wonder what they will think as they watch the young man's balls be pulverized. Will the woman long for them? Will the husband laugh with relief? Will the boy shake with fear or clap for joy or get hard with excitement? At least they will all see it be done, to know without doubt that the college man with the big stiff overeager cock is no longer a man, no longer a threat and without any ability to pass his genetic material on to future generations. In short, they will see him be unmanned, in every since of the word, and if nothing else they will at least know that he has paid a price and that justice has been done. As a eunuch, Hanson will no longer be a threat for any woman, and that is something good that perhaps is worth watching. It is twenty minutes until noon, and it is time. I move to the cell, and nod to the guards that have been waiting nearby. Then I say to him: Hanson...its time. You need to just come along quietly and not fight this. It will be much easier that way, and you can't stop it. OK? Hanson stands up, and starts to back across his cell. The front of his orange jumpsuit is tented out, straight out, and his cock has thickened and is now fully erect. The drug induced boner is very apparent, and I find that I cannot help looking at it. He sees me staring, and then he says: "I'm not going! I don't deserve this, I don't! Don't get near me....I swear....." The guards nod and the lock opens with a click as the electronic solenoid on his cell door is activated. He backs all the way to the wall, and his hands turn into fists. FUCK YOU -- FUCK YOU!!!" he yells. He stands poised to fight. He's a strong young man, and at twenty-two he's all muscle. The guards are on him, and as he struggles one of them pushes a stun gun right against his body and presses the trigger. With the zapppppppppppp Hanson eyes go wide, and he crumples like a rag doll. He shudders, disoriented, and then he tries to swing but his arms only flail wildly and in uncoordinated directions. He gets up on one knee though, and a wild swing connects with one of the guards, but it's not a solid hit. However, it earns him another short shot with the zapper, and with it Hanson collapses, the fight gone out of him like the air leaves a balloon. The guards pick him up then by the arms, and drag him out of the cell and down the hall toward the execution area, carrying him by the arms as his feet are dragged behind him. We pause at the last door before we enter the courtyard, and take a minute out to strip him. He will not need his clothes anymore until after his balls are removed, so this is a good point to get them off. He's still awake, but his brain can't control his muscles. He knows he's being stripped, but he's helpless to do anything about it. He tries to flail, but it's a feeble effort and soon enough he's totally naked. When his boxer shorts come down I look at his cock, hanging from a bald crotch, and it's immediately apparent that he's lost most of his erection. I'm not worried. Experience tells me that once we get him into position and the effects of the zapper wear off then it will come back. Stripped, he's ready, and then we are all buzzed through the last door, and then into the yard where he will be unmanned. The firing squad will do the job in the prison exercise yard, and while that's not the ideal place it has worked in the past. As he's brought into the sunlight he looks around, still a little groggy but definitely waking up fast and now fully aware of what is happening. The big window to the witness rooms is still covered, and as Hanson is dragged to the restraint frame still quivering from the stun gun I am glad for it. He starts to struggle again, but it doesnt make much difference. Almost before he realizes it's being done, he's strapped down, his arms stretched wide apart. The frame is set up so that he is bent slightly forward at the waist, leaning forward slightly to face the window and the witnesses that will watch his punishment. Off to either side are the six gun ports, and he faces them as he faces the window. They strap his legs into the frame, and pull the straps very tight, so that his legs are stretched and spread wide, very wide, with his knees slightly bent. His body is bent over that apparatus, and is facing forward, exposing his genitals and allowing his balls to hang free and clear. A metallic collar is clamped around his neck, so that he can't move his head and is forced to look forward, staring at the window and the area where the shots will be fired. I think the witnesses deserve to see his expression when his balls are taken, and the collar insures that he will be facing them as it happens. His legs are clamped wide apart now. He is exactly twenty feet in front of the window, directly in front of the gun ports. I am standing behind him as this is being done, and I stare at his ass and can see right into his hole. His legs are so wide apart that his hole is open, exposed to the air, and I can see the hairs that ring it as it lays open for me. Beneath his legs is his sack of shaved balls, and I cannot stop staring at them. I lick my lips, and anticipate what will happen to them. I walk up to him then, to get closer, and allow my hand to brush his naked ass, before dropping it between his legs to fondle his balls. I like the feeling, of holding the condemned manhood, and feeling the stones within his sac that will soon be blown into non-existence. Its a powerful feeling. I pull down on his sac, because I can, stretching Hanson's sack of balls and pulling it downward toward his knees. He doesnt like me doing that, but he's powerless to stop it. We are getting close and I am eager, even if Hanson is not. The execution technician looks at me, and then nods with a smile. He's in his late twenties, with deep brown eyes, and it occurs to me he would make a good fuck. I smile back at him, and then, taking the cue, I slip the two latex gloves on, and then let him hand me the can of marking cream. I am standing behind Hanson then with the can, and as I do my heart is pounding. This is something that I like to do myself. The can is open and I reach into it and pull out a thick gob of the florescent orange marker dye. It's a thick cream, and I take the big glob in my hand and then reach up under him, until I heft his bag of balls. Hanson gasps as I touch his sac again, and the feeling of a woman's hand on his balls is enough that he stiffens more and then in seconds is fully hard again. I heft his balls and feel them, carefully feeling the stones within his sac as I massage in the bright orange cream and work it deep into the skin. The skin of his shaved scrotum is very smooth, and I like touching it. He gasps louder, and struggles then, even as I work the cream into his balls and paint them day-glow orange in the process. I do not hurry, but savor the feeling of holding his manhood. I own him, own his balls, and in a moment in a very real way I'm going to take them from him. That makes me grin. I am holding his balls and I will be the last person that will ever do so. It's a wonderful feeling of power. Hanson grunts as I fondle his balls, and I give them a squeeze, to remind him who is in control. He gasps, and his eyes are wide then, and as I work his nuts his hole opens more and he thrusts forward and into the restraint bench. He's ready, ready to be castrated, and his dyed nuts are so bright orange now they glow. There is no way they will be missed by the gunmen. As I work his balls and spread the dye his cock gets harder and harder. He knows what I am doing, painting his balls, making them oh-so-visible so they will make a perfect target. His voice cracks, and as he feels me working in the cream can't help but beg to me. OH...oh...warden.....please....PLEASE DON'T....OH FUCK...FUCK.... OH FUCK ......OH FUCK...PLEASE.....DON'T CASTRATE ME!!!! I don't say anything to him. Instead, for an answer I give him a firm, final and very hard squeeze, just to let him know what he's about to lose. Then I drop his balls, allowing them to swing free, and peel off the stained gloves. I look him over, and put my bare hand on his back, feeling the sweat there. His back is hard, and the muscles ripple. I pull my hand down it, and then over his ass, slowly making a circle around his hole with my finger. He gasps...feels me touching him, and he powerless to stop it. His mouth opens, and he sucks in a deep breath, feeling my finger as it dances through the hairs that ring his hole. He's trussed out, and in position, his balls hanging down and now dyed bright orange, ready to be shot off with a single word from me. He is living his last minutes as a man. I stare at his perfect body, so well defined, strong and powerful, and his dime-sized nipples like points, the way they are on a young man who still has his nuts. Well, it doesnt matter. Soon they will fatten up too, and it won't be long until he has a belly. I grin with that thought. His days of being a stud are about to end, and as he serves out the next five years in prison he will no doubt become much fatter. In fact, as soon as he loses his balls he will be open game, and as I stare at his hole I wonder how long it will be until it gets filled with its first cock. I do not imagine it will be very long at all. The muscles of his big thighs are straining, trying to close his legs and to protect his balls. I guess I can't blame him. But the restraints hold him firmly, and everything is exposed and ready. The prisoner looks so desperate now. I look down at his bright orange balls and almost laugh. Well, they have been his problem, so in that since we are doing him a favor. At least, I think we are. There is one more thing that must be done. The execution technician hands me the banding pliers, and he's already loaded them with a green rubber castration donut. I hesitate, and decide to walk around in front of Hanson before I use them, just to look him in the eye and let him see the device in my hand. Of course, being from Oklahoma, he knows exactly what it is. From the look of disbelief on his face it is obvious it never occurred to him that he would one day feel a bull bander being used to snap a ring of rubber around his own nuts. Well, three years ago he wouldn't have, but we have learned a few things and now we use it with every man we castrate. The big advantage is it prevents any major blood loss, and it works so well it use is mandatory now. All Hanson knows for sure is that he doesnt like it, and when he sees it there, loaded on the pliers, his eyes go wide and his voice cracks. He starts to beg me: "Warden...oh PLEASE. DON'T....DON'T USE THAT! IT'S FOR MAKING STEERS FOR GOD'S SAKE!" I grin, and then I say "Yes...I know." As I walk around behind him, his big thigh muscles strain, trying to close his legs. I slip the open pliers up, and slide the spread rubber ring around his dangling sac, and as he feels it being done to him he gasps. He tries to jerk hard, and then his voice cracks in fear like a pubescent teenagers as he says "Oh..OH GOD....DON'T....DON'T BAND ME! I'M NOT AN ANIMAL FOR GOD'S SAKE! PLEASE DON'T BAND ME!" Just as he says that I release the pliers, and the little ring of rubber snaps off the open prongs and closes tightly around the top of his scrotum, strangling his sac of balls in the process. He bucks his hips hard, into the restraint device, and grunts loud as his nuts feel the snap. It hurts like hell of course, and yet his boner gets even stiffer, totally erect and hard and almost as if the very act of being banded is sexually stimulating. Hell, for him, perhaps it is. They say it feels like a hard kick in the balls that doesnt let up. I don't know of course, but whatever it feels like Hanson doesnt like it. He bucks and jerks and shakes the device he's strapped into, struggling like a madman as he tries to shake off the band. For such a tiny ring of rubber it certainly makes him go crazy, bucking his hips like a madman. It is very obvious that he doesn't like it at all. I can't help but stare at his bottom jerking around to the extent he can move it, which isn't much because the straps are so tight. He bucks his hips and drives forward as hard as he can, into the bar that he is strapped against, almost humping the restraint device as he fights the pain in his nuts. Between his legs, his florescent orange balls look funny, the top of his sac now cinched closed and ready for the bullets to do their work. The execution technician reloads the bander and then hands it back to me, loaded again with another green donut. This band has a small stainless steel wire threaded through it, so as I put it up and over his balls I literally am attaching the wire to his nuts. He's struggling the entire time, but it doesnt stop me from slipping another band over his nuts one more time. I snap off the second band, so close it touches the first, which double insures his nuts are banded and there is no doubt that they have been well-noosed. He screams "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" with the second snap, and he slams his head back into the metal collar that secures it in his frustration. There is nothing he can to do prevent any of this, and I'm smiling as I watch him sweat and struggle. The steel wire that goes through the second band has two loose ends running down from it, and the technician sets them behind his balls so they aren't visible from the front. The loose ends of the wire loop are then pushed through a hole in the bar that runs between his knees and which has been drilled to accommodate it. The bar is then turned with a lever, and as it is the two pieces of the stainless steel wire become shorter, which pulls downward on his scrotum and stretches it at the top. The bar is turned some more, and the wire grows even shorter, and then shorter still, pulling downward even more on his scrotum full of balls. He throws his head back and slams it into the restraint collar again and again and again. He is so mad and yet he can't do anything about it. As his nuts are stretched out and the bands hold his scrotum closed, keeping the blood from reaching his nuts, he grunts and bucks his hips and struggles hard to escape the feeling of the ever increasing ache in his ball sack. In effect, Hanson nuts are being pulled downward more and more and because of the bands his balls have already in a real way begun to die on the vine. Of course, they are still very much alive, and will remain so at least until the bullets have turned them into mush. Since he's firmly strapped into position, his dying balls are being stretched from his body one millimeter at a time with every turn of the bar. More importantly, the wire effectively clamps his nuts fast to the bar, so that even if he moves or struggles or jerks his body his balls will no longer be able to move upward or side-to-side. Even if he lifts upward with his hips the skin on his scrotum will stretch and neck down, but the balls themselves and the sac that contains them will remain where it is, held tight by the unstretchable wire that holds his package in place for the bullets to destroy. The result of all of this is that his nuts are now being held totally stationary, and he cannot even wiggle them and they no longer swing free beneath him. Even if he moves his hips the only thing that will happen is that the skin will stretch above his balls. The short piece of stainless steel wire holds his bright orange nuts stationary no matter what he does, presenting the perfect target for the marksmen that will be soon be aiming at them. Hanson can't believe it, and he's fighting hard now, the effects of the zapper completely worn off. He balls are aching now, but more than that he's really scared, and as he struggles it almost gives the impression he's humping the device he's strapped into. It's not really true of course, but since he's held bent over, with his knees apart and his head up, it does give the impression he's mounting a woman. His cock has stayed stiff, a combination of the Viagra in his system and the extended time since he's been allowed to have an orgasm. His prick is literally oozing semen, a thin line of goo hanging out of the end of his cock like snot. Even so, he's so scared he's on the verge of total panic. In spite of that he finds the strength to fight the feeling, and his ass pushes up and then down, driving his hips forward even though his wired balls don't move as he struggles. To me it increases the illusion and gives the impression he's fucking the air. The only thing left is to secure his cock and keep it up and out of the way. After that he can be unmanned. This time I watch, as the execution technician takes a protective stainless steel tube and slips it over the end of his big man-sized cock. It is lined with soft rabbit fur of all things, and is fuzzy. It's not done to make him feel good as much as it is to keep the tube from scratching him or causing any abrasion injuries. When he struggles his cock can get jerked around within the tube, and if it wasn't lined with something soft it could be injured. Of course, the fur does give him some pleasure, and sure enough as the fur lined tube is slid over his big pulsating dick his expression tells me that it is tickling the end and sides of his cock. Immediately, his stiff dick grows even stiffer, and then it begins to thicken more than I would have thought was possible. I'm afraid he might ejaculate, and I bite my lip hoping it doesnt happen. His stiff prick swells and thickens as I watch, and soon literally fills the metal tube like a plump sausage, dripping from the end. He could cum at any minute. I can tell the feeling of the fur touching his dick is giving him pleasure, and I make a mental note to use something else next time. As I watch, the technician next threads an elastic cord down the end of the tube. Attached to the end of the cord is a strong spring clamp, with ugly, jagged and very sharp teeth, and it is defiantly not something you would want to feel clamped anywhere on your body. That doesnt stop the man preparing Hanson though, and he pushes open the clamp exposing the wicked looking teeth. Hanson's dick is quivering, bouncing slightly with the pounding of his heartbeat, close to squirting and his orgasm rising within him from all of the attention. Just about the time I think he will start shooting out his goo Hanson grimaces, and a look of shock and pain spreads across his face, steeling his orgasm just before it starts. It happens the instant when the technician grabs the loose skin directly underneath the head of his dick and snaps the jaws of the clamp into it. Hanson's dick is circumcised, so there is nothing in the way as the clamp is snapped closed and bites into the loose skin there, which is what's left of his dick's frenulum. It's still a bundle of nerves, and it hurts like hell! Hanson screams then, and bucks his hips, hard, and after that he's struggling like a maniac. His feeling of pending orgasm is gone with the bite of the clamp, and instead a sharp pain in his dick has replaced the pleasure he had. He bucks his hips and jerks hard, straining every muscle in his body as he desperately tries to dislodge the green rings around his nuts and the sharp clamp now biting into the underside of his dickhead. His eyes are wide open, in disbelief perhaps, and his back glistens as he struggles and sweats like a pig. One thing is certain; he doesn't like the feeling! Well, too bad I say! Hanson drives forward, hard into the restraint device, and his hard cock slides within the soft fur of the steel tube as he does. The other end of the elastic cord is pulled outward until the cord is stretched, and then it's clipped to the metal clamp that is holding his neck and keeping him facing forward, toward the window and gun ports. The stretched cord in turn pulls upward on his dick, which makes sure his dick stays high and up and out of the path of the bullets. The cord stretches and pulls on his cock no matter how hard he struggles, which makes the teeth on the clamp bite into his dick skin deep and with an intensity that he cannot believe. It is obvious that it hurts like hell, and as his cock is pulled upward within the metal tube he grunts and struggles and shakes in desperation from the jabbing pain of it. Next, the technician secures the tube at its base by two cords that are tied tightly to the sides of the frame, just to make sure he doesnt attempt to move his genitals side to side. Hanson shudders, and gasps....and stares. He jerks his entire body trying to fight the feeling, but his cock is stretched out and upward then, pulled out with the stiff elastic cord. He is freaking out, in a panic, and he shakes his entire body in his desperation. Everything wiggles it seems but his orange nuts, which are clamped firmly in place by the wire, held rigid and still no matter what he does. They are the target, and do not move at all, even as he struggles as hard as he can. Of course, that result is intentional, and the stillness of his bright orange nuts will be their doom. With the Viagra in his system and his cock sliding within the rabbit fur it grows stiffer in spite of the pain from the clamp. Even the end of his dick turns purple in spite of the sharp points jabbing under his dickhead. Soon, his cock is dripping even more, literally, and soon once again he's on the very edge of ejaculating, his full nuts bulging and fat with his cream. He stares and waits then, for what is to come, and if anyone would stroke his dick right now he'd shoot his wad in a second. But nobody touches his dick, and instead it just hangs in the air on the very edge of squirting, within its tube, stiff and hard and oh-so-eager, pointing up and aiming at the window. His full nuts hang below, all by themselves and waiting for the order and for their destruction. The time is going well, and he is ready. I do one more thing, just before I leave him and let the witnesses see him. I don't really want him too defiant, and when the victims are looking at him its good to see a man in remorse. I am behind him, looking at the sweat on his back, and then I lean over to him, and as I do I let my hand take his nuts into my fist one last time. I give him a gently squeeze, and then I whisper to him: "You know Hanson, you have fucked your last woman. Yeah....I've got your nuts now, and its the last time you will ever feel a woman holding them. In a moment, they are going to get shot right off of you, and you know it and I know it and there is nothing you can do at this point but wait for it to be done. I'll give you one warning, and you had better heed it. Do you hear me speaking to you?" As I asked him the question I squeeze his nuts, not too hard, but hard enough he knows I mean business. He stares straight ahead, feeling me holding his manhood, and his eyes are wide with fear. He nods his head, not daring to speak. Then I say "Good....I'm glad you do. In a moment you will have a chance to speak, and all I had better hear you say is an apology to the woman you fucked and an admission you deserve your castration. If you say anything else you're going in the open cell bay when this is all over. Do you know what that means?" He shakes his head, staring. He hasnt thought things out that far. He's no longer struggling, but is instead listening intently. I drop his noosed nuts, and bring my hand up, until my index finger is next to his hole. Instinct takes over and he closes his ring of muscle, his virgin pucker hole slamming shut like a clam. I feel it, and laugh, and then I just push my finger through his muscle, until it is in him, deep, all the way in until it's literally touching his prostate. As I do that he gasps and his eyes go wide with the feeling. That's when I say: "Well...it means if you say the wrong thing your hole is going to be the home to a lot of hard cocks over the next few years. I'm sure you don't want that, do you?" As I ask that question, I work my finger over his prostate, around and around his walnut sized bud. He gasps louder when I do...and his cock drools more cream. He's on the very verge of ejaculating. I own him. He shakes his head back and forth, back and forth. We understand each other. Then I say: "You want to cum one more time?" He nods his head, up and down........begging me not to stop. I pull my finger out with a pop, and then give his nuts one more squeeze. With the rubber rings closing the top of his sac, his nuts have become ultra sensitive and I know they are starting to burn. I circle my middle finder and thumb and then flick my finger into his sac, hard, and when I do he grunts, loudly. I slide my finger back into his hole, and let it move in and out, fucking his anus. His eyes are wide, and I have his full attention. Then I say, "Well...I bet you do. Be a good boy and say the right thing, and give a sincere apology to that women you raped. And make SURE you tell her and everyone else that you deserve to lose your balls. I want to hear you say that and then we will see." I pull my finger out then, with a pop, and walk away from him. I give a nod, and the curtain is drawn back, and for the first time the witnesses see the prisoner who is about to be unmanned. He is staring at the big window, and they in turn at him. He's stark naked, and all trussed out, leaning forward and with his stiff dick pointing upward and out, almost as if he's just pulled it from a woman. There is a line of clear seminal fluid drooling out the end of his cock, catching the sunlight and going all the way to the ground. The end of his cock is flared big and purple, on the very verge of shooting his wad, and yet he can't quite put himself over the edge. The view makes the woman he fucked gasp, and someone in the rooms says "How dare him! Look at HIM....the pervert is HARD!" Hanson's face flushes red with humiliation. He's totally embarrassed, and that makes me glad. Most everyone in the room with the woman is grinning, staring at him staring at them, looking at his big hard cock and his balls hanging down and waiting for the bullets to take them. The window is shared by two separate rooms of course, and in the separated area a few of his friends are gathered for support, including his brother. Unlike the crowd in the other room staring with glee and eager anticipation, they stare with pained expressions, shocked at what they are seeing. Hanson's bright orange balls are oh-so-visible, and since they still believe his innocence they stare with a look of terror and helplessness. While all this is happening the shooters go to their posts, and I see the guns move as they are picked up one by one. My thoughts for a second go to the shooters. I love the dynamics of a firing squad, the way each man is part of the team, yet unable to stop or prevent what the team as a whole will do. No matter his personal thoughts, no shooter alone can stop the outcome, and even if he didn't fire, the rest of the shooters would insure success and he would be chastised forevermore. So, in that since, there is no incentive not to shoot, and so because of that every man will do his job. At the same time, one of the shooter's guns is loaded with a blank, but none of them know which of them it is. In the end, after it is done, all of them will have the feeling that their own recoil was a little light, and so they will each imagine that it was they who fired the blank round that did nothing. Still, the truth is that six of them will shoot, and five bullets will rip through and into that bright orange sac of flesh that currently defines the man waiting with his legs spread wide. As they do the sac of balls will be obliterated, and only a sexless eunuch will remain. It is time. I move to the microphone, and then I say my lines: Mark Hanson, you have been found guilty of rape by a jury of your peers, and by the laws of the state of Oklahoma you have been sentenced to have your testicles removed by firing squad. Does the prisoner have anything to say before the sentence is carried out? I wait, and the microphone below his chin is turned on. The clock shows exactly one minute until noon, and depending on what he says and how long it goes we will be on schedule. I am hoping I scared him enough to make him apologize, as that always gives the victims some satisfaction and it is nice when I can make that happen. His voice cracks, and he stares at the woman who put him here. I can tell he wants to say something else, and his voice cracks again. For a second I think he's going to proclaim his innocence and give his old arguments of being set up. But then he looks over at me, a quick glance. I make a fist with my left hand, and insert the index finger of my right hand into the hole there, and push it in and out with a fucking motion. His face goes white and after that I know I've got him and I can almost see any thoughts he had of being defiant totally disappear. He looks at me one more time, and then back to the window and the faces looking at him. He stares at the woman who he fucked, and then, weighing what he would gain against what he could lose, he mumbles "I......I'm sorry.....I.....didn't......I mean....I'm sorry....and....yeah...OK...OK; I raped...raped her. Oh fuck....oh FUCK...yeah....I RAPED HER." He looks down in shame, and his face goes red. He looks back at me, and I am looking at him, with a look of concern on my face. I move my lips, and silently mouth the word "MORE". He gets the message, and then he adds: "I...I DESERVE TO.....I DESERVE TO LOSE MY BALLS." I almost laugh with glee. So, he said it! Hah! I'm so good! What a fool! Hanson looks over at me, and I am smiling, with a big toothy grin. I wave to the technician and with a click I have his microphone turned off before he can change his mind or his words. At that same instant, a light goes red and the firing line goes hot. I nod, and give the OK to continue, and immediately I hear a voice on the loudspeaker, clear and distinct: "R E A D Y" He stares. Suddenly, as I watch, Hanson looks away from the woman he has been staring at, and shifts his gaze to the other side of the window, where his brother's face is looking totally aghast. His friends can be seen too, and they look shocked and are obviously very bothered by the words they heard him say. All of them have heard his confession and did not expect it. Hanson notices them then as well, and his face has the look of surprise. He had not expected them to be here, and as he sees them its quite apparent to me that he seems to change his mind. He tries to say something else, perhaps to explain it to them, but I've shut off his microphone and he realizes it. He looks at me with pleading eyes and I wink back at him and giggle. He panics then, and starts to shake his head, trying to yell out something in protest. I need to hurry things and I look to the technician to do it. A loud voice on the speaker drowns out his words: "AIMMMMMMMMMMMM" He starts to struggle...wildly, trying to wiggle his balls, to jerk them, to make them move and to keep them from being shot off of his body. He thrusts forward, hard, and then backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards....faster and faster and faster. His balls do not move even so, as the wire holds them still, although his cock slides somewhat within its fur lined tube with each thrust that he makes. He tires to swing his balls with a desperation that is hard to describe, and I almost want to laugh as I watch him work as hard as he can to protect his manhood. His cock moves a little more as he struggles, sliding in and out through the fur lined sleeve that holds it up high and out of the way. He screams "NO! NOOOOOOOO! DON'T!!!!!" Then, suddenly, he starts to ejaculate, the feeling of his cock sliding through the rabbit fur enough to put him over the edge in spite of the pain from the clamp under the head of his dick. As he does his entire body shudders and everyone see it. He yells out "OH.... GODDDDD" as he begins to pump out his load, the intensity of his orgasm rocking his entire body. Oh well, I knew it could happen. Its a huge ejaculation....and his cum squirts out of his prick like a series of thick white ropes, shooting out in rhythmic pulsations one right after the other. He is shooting one of the most massive and intense wads I've ever seen a man produce, pumping out his semen with an intensity unlike anything I've ever witnessed. His big cock is flared, and it is pumping squirt after squirt after squirt. The first of his wad goes half way to the window, and the second squirt goes almost as far. His goo is thick and copious, and as he pumps it out he stares with an open mouth and eyes wide, the look of disbelieve on his face as he shudders from what is almost certainly the single most powerful orgasm of his life. And, of course, it is also his last. I never hear the final command. Instead, suddenly there is a shockwave of sound that is sudden and intense and has no bounds. It catches everyone by surprise and it is much louder than anyone was ready for. No matter how many times I hear it I too am never ready when it comes. It literally ripples, echoing through the entire prison as six shots ring as one, and in that instant everything changes and the man becomes a eunuch. "KA-BOOMOOM OOM OOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM mmmmmmm!!!!" He is castrated so fast he doesnt have time to realize it's being done. Instead he just hears the sound and realizes it's already happened, as his balls are splattered into smithereens. In less than the blink of an eye there is nothing left between his legs where his balls were hanging, although the remains of his sac are splattered against the wall behind him, a mush of red goop that almost looks like a big glob of paint. There is nothing in fact between his legs to indicate he ever had testicles, and his scrotum has been removed so cleanly that only the little green rubber donuts are left, still cinching the skin together that once grew down and into a scrotum. His eyes are really wide, and he shakes, slamming his head back as his balls are vaporized and his orgasm is ended before it was finished. He knows immediately he's lost his balls and that it has been done, and he feels the shock of it of course like some giant powerful kick in the nuts. The bile comes up in his throat, and he almost vomits. As he swallows it back down he feels a dull ache and a tremendous feeling of emptiness that fills him completely. The woman he had fucked falls over in shock, but the boy and her husband start laughing, hysterically, laughing with an intensity that I won't soon forget. Hanson can't believe it, and he slams his head back into his restraint collar in frustration. He struggles hard for a few long moments with every muscle in his body, almost as if he could somehow get loose and find his balls that have been stolen. I let everyone watch the new eunuch struggle. His big cock is still twitching, although his wad stopped squirting when his balls came off. Still, his cock remains stiff and proud for a few minutes more, and he just stares with an open mouth in total disbelief that he's been unmanned. His orgasm, as intense and satisfying as it was, was snatched from him in the same instant that he lost his nuts, and now only the dull ache where his balls used to be remains. On the ground in front of him are his lines of spent semen, laid out like little white ropes, squirted out for everyone to see. It seems a waste to have pumped his last seed in the dirt, but to me it is fitting too, and I for one am glad to see he's finally been castrated. As far as I'm concerned, it is something that should have been done to him a long time ago. I give the nod, and finally, the curtain is closed on the witness window and it is done. It has gone well, and the castration of Mark Hanson is complete. I watch as the medical technicians enter the yard and begin to undo the straps that held the prisoner in position. He doesnt fight them now, and he is meek and in some ways he acts like a rag doll. As they take the clamp off of his cock and slide the metal tube from his shaft, his spent prick falls downward, already relaxed, just a wet noodle and shrinking ever smaller by the second. His ball less worm looks a lot less impressive now and it certainly is no longer anything to be proud of. Two technicians take him by the arms and with their help he half walks, and I watch as he shuffles to the wheel chair that will take him to the infirmary, his spent hose hanging like a dead worm between his legs. It's already shrunken now into a thin nub of a cock, and without any pubic hair he looks like a little boy. It occurs to me that without his nuts his hair won't be growing back again and that makes me smile. I think its a nice look for him. There is no fight left in him. No defiance whatsoever. The doctors will work on him of course, but they won't do a lot, although they will sew the skin closed that is currently held together by the little rubber donuts. By tomorrow he'll be back in the main prison to serve out the remaining five years of his sentence. As he is taken away I look at the stain on the wall, and try to imagine it as more than a smear of color. It's hard to see it as a man's balls, and yet that's exactly what it is. I decide that I'll let him have some privacy with a cell of his own, until his stitches come out, but after that I know I'll have to put him out and let things happen as they should. I have little sympathy for men that rape women, and after taking their balls I honestly feel the best way to avenge their crimes is to allow them to get a taste of what they did. Hanson looks over his shoulder and we lock eyes one last time. I grin, and give him a wink, and his faces blushes red with the embarrassment of what he has become. He's totally defeated, and the defiance he had has evaporated with his balls. As I watch him go I think about his virgin hole, and how it was so tight and pushed against my finger as I probed it into him. Well, that's about to change. Soon Hanson will find himself bent over a prison bed with a train of eager cocks wanting their release. One after the other they will soon be pumping so deep into his ass they will slam into his prostate and fill him with their cream. When that happens I know it will be something he richly deserves. Yes, I think that's fitting. Very fitting in fact. In fact, by the time he gets out of my prison his hole will be twice its current size and he'll have sucked so many cocks he'll be good at it. Yeah, that thought makes me smile. One thing I know without doubt is that I am going to have a really good time making sure that happens. [Authors note: © Copyright May, 2004. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments are appreciated, more than you can know. [email protected]] |