The Physician's Assistant - One Felon's Perspective

The Physician's Assistant - One Felon's Perspective

I don't mind telling it, not really, 'cept that, well, 'cept that I still really can't believe it all. I'm twenty-three years old, just twenty-three, and I ought to be out chasin' the chicks and fucking their pussies. Yeah, that's what I should be doin'. But I'm not, and won't ever fuck another one, not as long as I live. Seems a pretty steep price to pay for buyin' a little crystal. It wasn’t even that much, and it wasn’t even for me. Shit. The judge was sympathetic in a way, yeah, that's what my lawyer said anyway. Some good it did me. Yeah, I got screwed. It was my first time I was ever in trouble with the law for anything. My lawyer says I shouldn’t be bitter. But I am. Yeah, I know, I know. When I was arrested I was charged with felony possession of a controlled substance, and I was looking at fifteen years. Still, while I didn't do the time, I got screwed.

My lawyer thought I could beat it. Yeah, that's what he said after I got arrested. He told me then he'd it plead it out, and I'd do a little time but I'd stay a man. He said I was young and it wasn’t like I was tryin' to sell it or nothing. I believed the fucker. I guess he did try, I guess he did, and for a while I did have hopes. He told me that he was gonna keep it from goin' down to a trial, but it didn't work, and in the end I ended up at the federal courthouse and a jury found me guilty.

At the sentencing hearing, after we lost the court case, the lawyer pled for mercy, making the case it was my first offense and I was still a teenager. I got up and apologized too, just like my attorney told me to and just before the judge sentenced me. I begged him, BEGGED him, and told him I'd NEVER do anything again. I cried myself right out in front of everyone. The judge sat there until I got through, and then he gave me three years, with one year suspended. My attorney told me if I behaved myself I'd be eligible for parole and out in eighteen months, and I remember like I fool I grinned cause I was so relieved I wasn't gonna have to rot in jail. Yeah, I was pretty relieved, and thought I had escaped the worst of it. But then they told me it was still a felony, and the felony thing cost me my nuts. I still don't think that's fair, even now, but that's the law and I've sure as hell been neutered.

You really have no idea what its like to lose your balls. I get hot flashes, and my hips have fattened up and the muscle tone I used to have is gone. Yeah, it's fucking GONE! As a convicted felon I cant even get hormones to combat the feelings, and so I'm stuck with them and the changes that have occurred. I feel like shit too---I don't have the same strength I once had. Nobody will have anything to do with me either. After I got out my boss wouldn't rehire me, and since then I've had a shitload of trouble finding work at all. Right now I'm flippin burgers, and it pretty much sucks. My father has all but disowned me now that my balls are gone. Yeah, the felony conviction on my record screws everything up, and then being a eunuch tops it off. Life's shit now. It is, and yet I have to deal with it and I'll get by.

But yeah, I'll tell the story, cause it might help some kid somewhere, and perhaps if they know what its like, well, yeah, maybe if they know what its like to have your balls stolen in the prime of your life, then maybe, yeah, maybe, it might help. Shit. Maybe. Maybe some kid won't be so stupid and perhaps I might save someone, somewhere, from getting himself castrated. Still, a lot of guys do stupid shit and lose their nuts, and I've seen a pile of them you wouldn't believe I tell you. Yeah, and it was just from one day and one guy with a knife. So I don't know if I'll be any help or not.

Where to begin? God. Well, I used to have a big sac of nuts, and I was really proud of em. I mean it too. They hung down, and I had a lot of girls get off on fondling them. They were big balls, and my cock too was pretty impressive. It was sure big enough that the girls liked it. I loved to watch them hold it, and it sure was fun to get it sucked. Yeah, I still have the memory, even if my cock has shrunk and my sac is totally empty now. I got laid when I was sixteen, and after that I fucked throughout my high school years. I played football, did track, and worked on cars for fun. The girls came regularly and I had a hell of a good time. You know what though? The weird part is that I haven’t had a boner now is so long that I've almost forgotten what it was like.

You know what else? I still can't get used to it, and when I look down there it's still a shock. For one thing, my pubic hair never came back. They shaved it off just before they cut out my balls, and afterwards, when I was laying in my cell and staring at my empty bag I kept thinking at least the hair would start growing in again at some point. But it didn't and since then I've found out it was the shot they gave me as much as it was anything else. It doesn't matter really I guess. They took my balls, and when they did, they took my manhood and now, below my waist, I look pretty much like a ten year old.

The day I was actually castrated was just two weeks after my twentieth birthday. I was arrested at nineteen and a half, but by the time the trial was over and my appeal was exhausted I had turned twenty. My lawyer had been keeping me informed of the progress of my appeal, and for a while I even had my hopes up. Then, on a Thrusday he gave me a surprise visit. I'll never forget it. He came to visit me at four o'clock in the afternoon, and told me the news that my appeal had been turned down without comment. I asked him what that meant, and he said "Well, it means we lost."

I remember staring at him, feeling the tears, and I wanted him to say something else, to tell me he had another plan. I was sitting in that chastity belt and my hopes were dashed, and all of a sudden I felt so alone and so scared. I guess he sensed it. He didn't stay long, and while I begged him not to go he told me he was heading out for the three day weekend and had a flight to catch because he wanted to be on the beach on Friday morning. I asked him what he was gonna do next for me, and he said "There's nothing I can do kid. You bought the stuff, and I kept you out of a long jail sentence. I suggest you try and be satisfied with that."

I said to him "I don't want to be castrated. Please, please man.....please do something!" He looked up and me, and that's when he said "It'll probably happen pretty soon. Try not to think about it. Sorry kid." Then he left. Shit. He went to Florida with his girlfriend and I got castrated. Fuck. He didn't care, not really. He had his money, and when I saw him last he was in such a fucking hurry that he left right after he told me, with that "sorry kid" the last thing he said. Yeah, after he left I cried like a kid too. Sorry my ass. I'm the one that was sorry. Shit. The very next day, just twenty-one hours and sixteen minutes after my lawyer left me to go catch a plane for a weekend of hot fucking, the state cut my balls off.

OK...I guess, before I get to that, I'll begin with what led me to buy the shit in the first place. It wasn’t like I was a druggie or anything. After high school my parents wanted to send me to a university, but I was tired of school and wanted to wait on college. So I went to a VOTEC school instead where I worked on learning the automechanic trade. I always loved working on cars, and I thought it would be fun to get paid for it. I was good at it too, and after the school I landed a decent job and was making $17 an hour.

Life was good, especially for an eighteen year old. I was working out in the gym every night, building up my muscles and fucking the girls one after the other. God I was hot, with big pecs and a firm, flat stomach that had horizontal lines. I dyed my hair blond, and got a nipple pierced. On my nineteenth birthday I had a stud put through my tongue, so I could flick the girl's clits with it before I fucked them. Yeah, I was ripped back then, and the girls lined up to spread their legs. God it was fun, and I fucked a lot. Yeah, I fucked a lot of girls then, and I fucked them often.

I was having the time of my life. With my fellow workers we partied a lot, and after work we often got together and slammed down the beers. I wasn't into the drug scene, but still it was fun to take a few hits occasionally. I was livin' in an apartment, sharing the place with two others guys, and they were wild and fun and we all had a blast together. We even shared a few girls, and the wild sex was something you could have read in some porn mag. Except, well, it was real and I was the lucky guy living it. Yeah, I loved putting my dick in a wet pussy, and I enjoyed pumping my seed into the hot twats that were always ready and willing. Anyway, there was a group of us, and we partied hard every weekend. We rotated buyin the stuff for the parties. The twenty-one year olds bought the beer, because they could, and I usually picked up the food or just pitched in with others for the keg.

For a teenager, I was in heaven. My parents were concerned, but I ignored them, and partied hard and fucked the women. Then, when I was nineteen and a half, we are all getting ready for this really big blowout of a bash, and I wanted to do my part to make it happen. I had never bought any drugs, ever, but this time they gave me the money to buy the shit, and since it was my turn I said OK. Yeah, it was just bad luck. They told me where to go to make the buy, and so I went. It was just that simple really. It was my turn and so I did it, but I was new to it and inexperienced, and so I wasn’t careful enough and I got caught. I ended up making the purchase from an undercover cop, and after that my life as I knew it changed forever.

My parents freaked, of course, and my dad bought me a high priced lawyer, for whatever fucking good it did me. The attorney was a big buck lawyer, and he tried to plea bargain. I didn’t have much choice in the matter, even though I didn’t want to go to jail or any of the rest of it. The attorney told me that to keep my balls I'd have to agree to do five hard years and five hundred hours of community service after I got out. But he told me if I did that he was pretty sure they'd reduce it to a gross misdemeanor and so after my time was done I'd still be a man. I believed him too. So, I agreed.

I thought that was it but the fuckin' prosecutor wouldn’t agree to the deal. Instead, he wanted my balls. He told my attorney as much, saying "I'm going to castrate that boy. His dad's not gonna buy his way out of it either." I found out later he hated rich kids, and said they were spoiled and got off too easily. It was like it was his goal or something, and my lawyer couldn’t get him to change his mind. In the end we had to go to trial, to try and win it in court, but they had the evidence and I had been caught pretty much red handed. In the end, like I said, I got sentenced to two years, of which I only served eighteen months. Yeah, I did eighteen months and lost my balls I still remember that fucker laughing when the judge sentenced me.

My father fired the attorney and hired a new one to make an appeal. Shit. It wasn’t like the appeal did any good. In fact, in some ways, all it did was to delay things, and that made it worse in a way. You see, as soon as I was found guilty, they took me out of the courtroom and straight to a holding facility where all felons are prepared for incarceration. As soon as I arrived, they put that chastity belt on me, and all I can say about it is that it was the most demeaning and humiliating thing I've ever had to wear. They literally lock up your balls and cock in this metal belt, and its padlocked around your waist and you can't take if off no matter what you try to do. There's a big metal cup that houses your scrotum, and your cock too sits in this metal tube. If you dare to get a boner it will jam into the end of it, and that hurts like hell.

At first it rubs on you, and there are areas that chaff and make it very uncomfortable. Before I was arrested I had been either been fucking a pussy or jerking my meat at least once a night, and on most weekends I was fucking so many girls my dick got sore. However, that all came to an instant end when they locked that thing on me, and after that it really gets to you, and quickly too. First thing you notice right away is that it's impossible to jack off. Pretty soon sex is about all you think about, and my cock was half hard most of every day. The guards knew it too, and would drop a girlie mag in my cell, just to watch my frustration. They thought that was so damn funny.

Yeah, the guards would talk about their girlfriends, and about how hot the pussy was they had enjoyed the night before. My friends came by to visit, and while I know they didn't mean to, they told me about how things were and it was obvious they were still fucking the girls that had once been mine. God I was so frustrated! The guards always were asking stuff like "How's the boner kid?" and "Ready to lose your balls yet?" God. They knew it was getting to you, and yet that was the whole idea. They wanted you to get hard. Of course, if I got really hard then the end of my dick would jam against the end of the tube, and there, on the inside, were little prongs that were made just to keep you from doing it. God. It was like the belt made sure you were horny, and then when you got hard it jabbed your prick and caused you pain. God I hated that thing!

The guards watched my frustration grow more and more with each day that passed, and they thought it was so damn funny. Worse, they kept reminding me that I'd be wearing it right up until the state took my balls. It was a hell of a thought, and it kept eating on me, tearing me up inside, even as I grew so horny I would have fucked anything. I wanted to jack off so bad, and I tried to, really tried, but it wasn’t possible.

Once, one of the girls that liked me paid me a visit, but I had to break it off cause my boner hurt too bad. There was no way I could sit and talk to her. No, I couldn't allow myself to think of girls, just couldn't allow myself to, because that fucking prick tube would jab my dick and pretty soon the end got sore. It was horrible, cause I couldn't help myself. Sex was on my mind constantly. I needed to get off so damn bad! Once that chastity belt was on, there wasn’t anything you could do but just dream about pussy and wait for them to nut you.

My appeal was really dragging, and while I was hoping it would get me freed I was so frustrated the only thing I could think about was getting off. It turned out the appeal took about six months, and during that entire time I was kept in that metal belt. Well, almost the entire time. About the half way point, right after the girl visited me and I sent her away, my dick got really sore and they finally took me to the clinic to check it out.

When they took me to the prison doctor to get it looked at, they strapped me down onto this examination table so I couldn't touch my dick when they unlocked the device. Of course, when they unlocked the belt and took it off my cock I was instantly rock hard, jutting really, stiff and eager and pointing right at the sky. The end of my dick had gotten infected, since it was trapped in the device and I wasn’t able to clean it properly. The foreskin was red and raw, and the doctor told me he was going to circumcise me because of it. I begged him not too, but he laughed and said there wasn’t anyway I could keep wearing the device with the infection I had, and if he didn't clean things up I might even lose a part of my penis.

He said he felt sorry for me. He went out into the hall, and then as he came back inside he closed the door of the room. Then, he just came up to me, and staring at my boner he said "You've got a nice dick. Very nice." He licked his lips and smiled at me. I was scared, and then I saw him slide his tongue out and lick his lips again. I started to say something, and that's when he reached to me and grabbed my cock like a girl might hold it. He just wrapped his fist around my shaft, and rubbed the middle finger of his other hand in circles around the tip.

I didn't know what to do! I started to protest, but he said "It's OK kid.....you look so fucking horny. GOD you've got a nice dick!" As he said that, my prick was already slick with my slime, and so he lubed up his finger and then, almost like he did it everyday, he just slipped it right into my ass. I gasped, and as I did he said "I need to check your prostate; it's pretty full and possible there some inflammation there too." I had never had a man touch my cock like that, and never before had anyone put something up my ass. Still, even though I was scared and didn't like what he was doing, it was still so damn intense and it had been so damn long and it felt so damn good that I cant really describe it. I was humiliated, and embarrassed. He just smiled the entire time, and stared in my eyes and licked his lips as he took my sore cock and started massaging my prostate with his middle finger he had up my ass. As he did that, he started pumping my cock at the same time.

I shot my load in less than thirty seconds. I felt it building, and I gasped and then, as I started to shoot, I screamed. Yeah, it was so intense I screamed, and my load shot straight up at least four feet. I shot and shot, and as he pumped my dick he kept saying "That's it boy....go ahead. Go ahead and shoot that wad. Get it all out.....yeah...go ahead....get it all out and enjoy it." FUCK! I shot and shot and shot. Finally, I finished, and my spunk was spattered over my chest and stomach. I had cum in buckets! He was smiling, and that's when he finally said "Well, I guess I had better get down to business." Then he rolled over his cart and started to clean me up with a towel. Then, he took a syringe and injected it right into my dick, in several places around the head. God that hurt! I bucked my hips and screamed as he did that. He waited a few minutes and told me that I was going to have a sore dick for a while, but it would heal up and after that it would be a lot easier to take care of.

Then, he grabbed his scalpel and took my dick in his hand, and as I watched he just started cutting into the end of it. I saw blood, and almost fainted. Then I started begging him, and I tried to buck my hips, but the restraint straps were cinched down tight and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop him. He just slowly and methodically worked that knife, slicing into the end of my dick and removing my entire foreskin. I think I cried and begged him the entire time, even though with the shot he had given me it really wasn’t that painful and was more of a surprise instead. At any rate, watching him cut off my foreskin was one of the worst feeling's I've ever had. I didn't have any choice. He just cut it off, circumcised me, even as I begged him not to and struggled to keep it from happening.

The surgery, if you dare to call it that, took all of about 20 minutes, and then it was done. As he was doing it to me he kept telling me how nice my dick was, and how "cute" the tip was now that he "could see it." During the surgery he would heft my balls, and lift up my scrotum and tell me how big of a sac I had. After he had put this clamp thing over the end of my dick, to use as a cutting guide, he said "Yeah....you are a hot young man, with a very nice dick. Too bad...yeah, it’s a shame really they are gonna take em. God you've got a nice set of balls."

The guy was drooling as he worked on my dick. Then, when he finished, he pinched my two nipples and then he patted me gently on my balls one more time, and gave my sac a gentle squeeze. Then he shook his head, and after that he showed me my dick and I couldn't believe what it looked like! I was circumcised! God. Oh fuck! He didn’t let me look at it long. He put some goop on my cock, and then, after cleaning out the tube on the belt, he slid my cock into its metal home once again and reclamped that cup up and over my nuts. With a click of the padlock he locked it all back in place, insuring I couldn't touch it once again.

After that, I never saw that doctor again either. Yeah, he locked me back into the chastity belt, and then sent me back to my cell. God it burned when I took a piss! Every day for two weeks they took me back to the clinic, to check and make sure things were healing OK. Each time I wondered if he would be there again, and if perhaps I'd get another load off. But each time there was a new doctor there, and I later learned they rotated in from the local community to do prison work.

None of the other doctors ever touched my dick, other than to clean the wound. No, none of them ever tried to get me off in any way. I hated being circumcised--it just didn't look right after that and the end just seemed odd without the covering over it. As it healed up I grew frustrated again pretty quickly, and started sportin a boner each time they removed the belt to check it out. But after they cleaned my prick and put on more antiseptic, they would just bend it over and cram it back into the tube, and then lock the belt closed and give the metal pouch a friendly little pat. So, I never did get off again, not after that one time, at least not until they castrated me. Being circumcised was a constant reminder to the power they possessed over me. In a very real way the state owned everything that made me a man, and they wanted me to know it.

They castrated me in the afternoon. I was waiting for lunch, and thinking about food and so when they came for me I really wasn’t prepared. I just hadn't really expected it quite like it happened. One minute I was in my cell wondering what they would be serving and thinking about my lawyer down in Florida, and then, the next, I was staring at three really huge men. I looked up, and the biggest of the three said "Its time guy....you need to strip now, so that the only thing you are wearing is your chastity belt."

God. I freaked, and I can't describe the feeling. I immediately got really scared. I started to ask, I mean, I guess I knew but I just wasn’t expecting it to happen that way. But before I said anything, he answered my question before I asked it. "Lets go...you have an appointment with the state, and like it or not, the time is up on your balls. So strip, now, or we'e gonna do it for you. The doc's waiting for you and your sac's about to get emptied."

I stared, and started shaking. Then they opened my cell and started in, the look on their faces all business. I stood up, and backed to the far end of the cell. God I didn't want to be castrated! Just before they reached me I started to pull off my tee, trying to stall them. They were really big guys. I was fumbling with the shirt, and my mouth went so dry I couldn't talk. I didn't want to lose my balls! I pulled it up and started to bring it over my head, when they jumped me, hard, slamming me down onto my bunk. That's when I went crazy and started to struggle hard and lash out.

One of them shoved this box right into my side, and suddenly I was hit with this tremendous shock, that just floored me. I leaned later it was a taser unit, with something like 20,000 volts in it. All I know is that it just flattened me. Yeah, I felt it and went down, and for several minutes I was all fucked up. It just scrambled up everything, and after that I was like a rag doll. I couldn't make my arms work, and I was flailing but I couldn't coordinate anything. They just pounced on me, really, and started stripping my clothes off. They were all business, and I tried to stop them, but I was really wiped and my arms and legs wouldn't go where I wanted them to. One of the men said: "Stop fighting us kid, or we are gonna zap you again. Your clothes are coming off one way or the other."

I yelled "NO" and swung and arm and hit one of them in the lip. The other guy zapped me again, and I crumpled completely and fell like a dead man. I was so stunned I just lay there then, staring up at the ceiling while they pulled off my clothing. They had my shirt off and then my pants, and soon I was down to just that metal belt. They pulled my arms up and locked my two wrists into two big metal cuffs, which were connected by a single steel bar. The cuffs were padded, and with my hands into them I was helpless. As soon as my hands were locked to the bar, they jerked me up and started leading me out of my cell, dragging me along and very much determined.

My feet weren't working right, so they just sorta dragged me, my feet behind me as they held that bar and pulled me through the cell block. I was fully awake, and I knew of course at this point they were dragging me to be castrated, but I was still weak from the two shocks and I really couldn't fight them. I didn't want to go, but I couldn't keep from going no matter what I did. As I went by the other cells in the holding area, the prisoners watched me go by, each man in his own belt and doomed to eventually suffer a similar fate. Their faces were white as they saw me go by, each one looking scared as they saw me being dragged to my unmanning. It was humiliating, knowing what was going to happen, and yet being powerless to stop it.

Things happened really fast then. They dragged me down several hallways, and through a number of locked doors, each of which were opened as we approached, preceded by a loud buzzer as the locks were remotely activated. They were walking pretty fast. When they would slow down at some of the doors, waiting for them to open, I tried to stand and half walk instead of being dragged. The affects of the two shocks started to wear off, but still when I tried to walk with them I kept tripping, and when I did they wouldn't wait, but instead just kept dragging me on, holding onto that bar and pulling me onward to my castration appointment. It was obvious they weren’t fooling around.

When I arrived in this room there was a receptionist, and she looked at an appointment calendar and then she checked me off of a list. It turned out I had the 130pm appointment slot, and I was about five minutes early. The castration room was closed and they were running behind. About ten minutes went by, while I waited, and then the door suddenly opened and three big guards, similar to the ones guarding me, went inside. A minute or so later they emerged with this man locked into a bar just like I was. They were dragging him out, and I got a look and when I did my heart started pounding.

He was about forty, and he was naked, and there wasn't a hair on his body, at least not down near his crotch. He was balding on the top of his head, and he was a little on the fat side and with a good sized belly. His cock caught my attention. It was a fat tube, and dark and wrinkled, and it looked like a stub it was so shrunkin. It was just a small stub of a dick, and yet like a piece of wet macaroni, it was flopping around and useless. But underneath his little cock, I could see that his scrotum was totally empty. It was very obvious, and when I saw that his balls were missing it looked so strange I would have laughed. However, I didn't laugh, not at all, and when I saw the black lines of his stitches I felt sick inside. I know I stared at him as he went by. He was limp too, but conscious, and as he went by I saw him look at me and then look down, embarrassed perhaps. His face flushed red, with shame, and then they dragged him by and after that he was gone.

I had to wait for them to clean the room, but it didn't take long. I was freaking again, but they were holding my bar tight and the three big men that were my escorts made it very obvious that I was in their control. We four just stood and waited, and then, when they were ready for us, they just pulled me through the same door the older man had just come out of and that’s when I saw it. The HORSE! Yeah, I had heard about if of course, but when I saw it I was suddenly so scared it can't be described. They didn't hesitate though, and so I didn't have any time to contemplate it. They just dragged me up, and onto the stainless steel frame, which was covered in a padded black vinyl. I was pulled up and onto it, so that my feet were straddling it almost like you would straddle a bench or something. Then they locked the bar my wrists were attached to on the front of this thing, laying me across the thing and in a way on top of it. Then they started strapping me into position.

There was this middle aged guy, in a white coat, and he was making sure they were getting me secured the way he wanted it. He was definitely in charge. I thought he was a doctor, but he was a physician's assistant, not that it made any difference. He kept telling them to "make the straps tight" and saying stuff like "I don't want him moving around." There was a kid in there too...he looked really young but they said he was sixteen. He was grinning, really grinning, and he seemed eager to watch my unmanning. God it was humiliating. I fought them, yeah, that I did, cause I was really scared and I didn’t want them to take my balls. But they just went about tying me down, with practiced motions, like they did it everyday.

After my hands were secured and I was stretched out over the top of the thing, they moved some lever and the entire thing rose off the ground. My feet came clear, and then they secured them with some leather cuffs. I was bent forward, and they secured my ankles with some cuffs that were located on the sides of the frame. It was a weird position to be in, and when they pulled a leather strap across the small of my back and cinched it down I had to arch my back to accommodate it. When I did that, of course my bottom stuck outward, jutting really, my nuts, still in that chastity device, stuck out and I felt like I was being forced to push my balls outward so they could get to them. I didn't want to do that, but I wasn’t in control and so I did.

God I was scared then! They turned some kind of a wheel at that point, and it pulled my wrists forward, so that I was stretched out clear across the platform. The teenager was checking the bonds, and then he pulled another lever on the horse and my knees were spread apart, exposing the metal cup that held my balls and making them totally vulnerable. I was begging them. I couldn't help myself, and so I was screaming for mercy, begging really, trying to get loose. God I was desperate then!

I could smell the sweat from the man that had been nutted before me, and it permeated the room. I know I was sweating too, and my hair was damp and I could feel it on my back. I didn't want to be castrated! Still, I knew right then it was going to happen. I was just totally secured. They had straps on my knees and ankles, and two more thicker ones that came around my thighs. My legs were spread so wide they hurt, and with the way my ass was pushed up and out it was almost like I was begging them to do it. Of course, I wasn't, but it was like I was. I knew the position I was in, yeah, I mean, I was aware my bottom was sticking out and I was spreading my legs, and it was very obvious that they could touch me in any way they wanted. It was a horrible, helpless feeling!

I was really yelling, asking questions, begging them not to do it. I mean, I was so damn desperate, and I was really begging them. I tried to tell them I didn't deserve this, that it was a mistake, that my lawyer would be back. The young teenager picked up this round rubber piece, that was shaped like a mushroom of sorts. It was rubber, soft rubber, and as I was yelling he just stuffed it into my mouth.

The boy strapped it in place behind my head, and after that I couldn't say anything. Nothing at all. I could mumble, but that was it, and with my mouth held open I started drooling onto the floor. They didn't care, and didn't say anything at first. But after the kid gagged me I knew it was only a matter of time, and there wasn’t' anything I could do at that point but to just wait for them to do it.

Suddenly, in a surprise move, I felt this sting as the man in the white coat slapped my ass, hard, with his hand. I jumped, and jerked my head around, and he was grinning as he left his hand on the cheek of my bottom. I felt so exposed then! He owned me, and it was obvious at that point he could do anything he wanted. The only thing between him and my nuts was the metal shield of the chastity device, and for the first time since I had worn it I was glad it was on. The man walked around until he was in front of me, and I was facing him. They moved another lever, and it raised the platform I was on upward, so that my face was almost even with his. Of course, that raised my bottom up as well.

The man stared at me. He was probably in his forties, and as I looked at him I knew he was going to castrate me. There wasn't any doubt. He looked eager to do it too, and I could tell he wasn’t going to show me any mercy. I got really scared, as he stared at me, and I tried to struggle, testing my bonds. But I was held tight, really tight, and so I could jerk against them but I couldn't move much and I knew instantly that I wasn’t going to be able to stop this man from doing anything he wanted to do. My heart was pounding as I stared at him, my eyes wide as saucers.

He grinned. Then he showed me this key, and when I saw it my dick went hard. I recognized it immediately, as I had seen it during my circumcision appointments, and I knew it fit the chastity belt. It was in his hand, and I knew right then my balls were his. The weird part is I got this massive boner, and I could feel it jamming the end of the pipe that encased my dick, and so it hurt. Still, I was rock hard, hard as a piece of steel, but my cock was bent over in that tube and literally begging to be let out.

Then, he introduced the kid, whose name he said was Billy. He told me the boy was sixteen, and then he said he's going to help nut me. I was staring at the kid, and I saw a wisp of a mustache on his upper lip. It wasn't thick, but it was darkening up, and its obvious the kid was trying to grow a mustache there. My own face is shaved smooth, and it occurred to me suddenly that after they cut out my balls this kid was going to be more of a man than I was ever going to be again. It was a sickening feeling, and I stared at the boy, wishing I was him, still sprouting into manhood and with a life of fucking ahead of me. Instead, my legs were spread and my dick was straining, hard and eager, almost as if it's anxious to get me nutted and get it all over with.

I can remember that moment like I was still there. Billy has bright, brown eyes, and he has that innocent look that is hard to describe. He is looking at me, and the expression on his face is one of interest. He seems eager, eager to nut me, and I can tell he's excited about it and there is no doubt at all he is looking forward to it. The boy is cute, and his face is flushed red, his cheeks flushed the way they are on a teenager who has just started to shave. As I look at him, and the boy grinning at me, I suddenly find I am envious.

The man walks behind me, with the kid, and then he puts in the key to my lock and removes the chastity belt. Freed, my cock slaps upward and hits my belly, and it's so stiff that its parallel to the floor. I can feel the air on my balls, and the man feels them, examines my nuts and I feel my heart pounding. The boy says matter-of-factly, "He's another leaker." I can't see it, but then the man says "Yeah...seems we have had a few of those today. Look at that line of drool! This boy is ready and his balls are full. I don't think it will take long for him."

Of course, I know my dick is drooling. It would do that sometimes throughout the day, and more than once I had seen a line of clear semen drooling out of the tube on my chastity belt. I hadn't shot my wad since the circumcision, so I was horny as hell and my dick just oozed out my cream. It was a line of it, and the boy kept commenting on it and laughing as he did.

The man seemed to want to get things moving, and he said: "OK Billy, get him ready, and I'll be back in ten minutes. I'm gonna go do the pedophile next door, and then I'll be back. Remember, don't let him cum."

Billy says "I wish I could do the rock star. I used to be a fan of his! Yeah, I'd sure like to see his face when you take his nuts!"

The man in the lab coat answered: "Yeah? I bet you would. Well, David lucked out and got him, so you'll just have hear it from him later. Just take care of this man, and I'll be back. The guy next door's not that special, not with his pants off he's not. His bag can be emptied like anyone's. Worry about the man in here and I'll worry about the man next door."

Then, he walked out, and I was alone with the teenager. The boy feels my ass, and I feel him heft my balls. Then he goes to the counter, and picks up a hair clipper, and I can see its set on the shortest setting. He comes back, between my legs, and then the boy says this to me, his voice almost in a whisper: "Hey guy....I can't wait to see you nutted. In case you don't know, its going to hurt like hell. He started to feel my individual testicles then, feeling them out and isolating them in my sac. As he is fondling my scrotum, he starts to talk again, only this time his voice cracks in a pubescent squeak, his excitement more than obvious.

As it does, he says "You have some really big balls dude, yeah, really big. Do you like girls dude?" I didn’t react to his question, and instead struggled against my bonds, trying to pull my legs together to keep the kid from touching me. It was a useless gesture of course. Then I felt him start to squeeze my balls really hard, slowly, tightening his grip until the pain was real and intense. Then he said again: "I asked you a question.....do you like girls?" I jerked my head up and down this time, answering him, and as I did he laughed and then he stopped squeezing. Then he hefted my sac again, and that's when the sixteen year old said "Yeah...I bet you do. I bet the girls like these eggs of yours. Do you remember your last pussy?"

My mind thought immediately to the blond I had banged on the night before I was arrested. Yeah...I did remember. She had been hot, and her tits had bounced as I had slid in and out of her twat. Yeah, I remembered her pussy, how wet it was, and as I had fucked her she had all but screamed. Got that had been intense....pushing in and out, feeling my balls slap against her ass.......

Suddenly, the sharp pain in my nuts brought me back to reality, and the kid was squeezing me again, hard, and saying "I asked you a question dude, and I want an answer. Do you remember your last pussy?" I slammed my head up and down, and grunted into the gag, admitting I had, anything to stop the pain. The boy laughed, hard, and then he said "Well, too bad dude. I hope it was a good memory, cause your pussy fucking days are over. Yeah, in a few minutes you aren't gonna be chassin any chicks, ever again. Yeah, I can hardly wait to see your big nuts in the bowl."

He dropped my balls then, and turned on the clippers. Then, without saying anything else, he started to run those electric clippers through my pubic hair. It didn’t' take him long. He ran the clippers up and through my armpits too, and then over the back of my legs and around my ass. Finally, satisfied, he turned them off and then returned the clippers to the counter.

Next, the teenager wheeled a little stand over to me, and moved a lever which raised my ass upward a little bit more. Then he took a can of shaving cream, and started working the foam into my crotch, up around my legs and down all the way to my knees. After that, he started shaving me, and I could feel him pull the razor through my hair. I had never had anyone shave there of course, and so as I felt it being done I really can't describe the feeling. But suffice it to say he shaved me bare. He shaved my balls, he shaved above my cock, and he shaved around my hole and he even shaved my legs. He shaved me until I was so smooth I looked like a ten year old.

When he was doing my hole he pushed his finger into it, and when I felt that I slammed my head and shook it side to side. He laughed, and then he fucked me with his finger, in and out, and as he did he leaned forward and whispered again: "Get used to it felon." Then he pulled his finger out with a pop, and burst out laughing. Afterwards, he took a damp towel and started cleaning me up. When he had finished, he went to the sink and washed his hands, and then he dropped in a clean washcloth, and poured steaming hot water onto it. Then, with it dripping wet, he carried it back and as he reached up between my legs he said "Dude...you've got a hot set of balls. I bet they swing when you're fucking." As he said that, he just wrapped that towel around my scrotum. It was hot, damn hot, and I bucked my hips and jerked hard, trying to stop him. Of course, he just held it there, wrapped around my nuts, heating them up and soon enough they were hot to the touch.

About that time the physician's assistant returned, just as Billy was holding that hot towel around my balls. I was really trying to get my legs together, to stop it, but I was wasting my time. Billy asked the man: "So, did the guy sing when you nutted him?"

The man laughed, and answered: "He sure didn't like losing them. That much is for sure. He's a weird fucker, I'll tell you that too. Really weird. He's ugly too without all of his makeup on, in spite of all the plastic surgery he's had done. Well, he might be rich, but his nuts are in the trash. You know Billy, they were nothing like this guy's set though. Nothing at all. Well, it looks like you did a good job here.

Billy answered: "He's all ready, and anxious too. His cock's been dripping the entire time, right through his shaving even. His cock is so hard if I didn't know better I would think the dude is excited about being nutted."

As the boy was talking, the man scrubbed his hands in the sink, all the way to the elbows, and then he pulled on two latex gloves with a snap. I stared at him, knowing he was about to nut me, feeing that kid holding that hot towel against my balls and getting them softened up and ready. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't do anything, and that was so frustrating.

The man comes over to me, and then walks around behind until he is between my legs. The boy removed the towel then, and I could feel my balls hanging down, loose, way down, like they do on a hot day. I've always had big balls, and when they are warm and hanging they really look huge. Billy slapped some disinfectant on them, and then he moved off to the side and out of the way. The man stares at them for several long seconds, and then he says "Billy, you do a really nice job. This man's got one big set of nuts. God. I think they must be the record for the week. Yeah, they're big nuts, that’s for sure. OH well, I guess its time to get them out of his bag.

The man walks around and stands in front of me again, staring at me, and I at him. I was shaking, my eyes wide, and I knew, KNEW, that it was time and he was going to do it. I was so scared, and I tried to talk, but the gag caught my words and only my mumbling came out. Then he nods at the teen, and as I am staring at him I can feel Billy touching my cock and suddenly I realize the teen's rolling a condom onto my dick.

Just as I feel that, the man in the white coat, says this to me: "Well, it's time to get you castrated. The state requires you to deposit a load of semen into the condom the boy is placing over your penis. I need you to do that now so I can castrate you. You know you want to. Go ahead and shoot your wad and then I'll unman you."

I know my eyes went wide. God. I had been dreaming of shooting my load for months, consumed even by the need to do it, and now, suddenly, in just a few words, I realized that to do so would be my downfall. Suddenly, I didn't want to cum! Oh GOD....I didn't. As I was thinking that and realizing what was at stake, I felt the teenager grab my cock, and then, holding it, he started working his hand up and down, up and down, jerking my cock and twisting his wrist as he pulled it in rhythmic motions. The kid was milking me!

Billy was into it. As I felt the teenager pumping my dick, I had the thought that he knew what he was doing. It was totally obvious that he knew how to jerk a cock, and when I looked over my shoulder I could see him staring. He was standing off to the side of me, just working my pole, and as he was doing that he was staring at my balls. I could feel my sac swinging, still hanging down, like a bull's balls hang, and as he jerked my pole my balls started to churn.

I knew right away I was going to shoot. In spite of the consequences, the need to cum far exceeded my ability to control it, and there was no way to prevent the pending ejaculation. I knew the boy knew I was gong to shoot too, and he looked eager, staring at my balls, obviously excited, and anxious even, wanting to see my big balls out of my sac and in the bowl instead.

The man had picked up a scalpel, and had walked around behind me and was now between my legs. I twisted around, and could see him, watching the teenager pump my dick. He grabbed my sac, and I felt the blade of his knife as he rested it against the left side of my shaved scrotum. My heart was pounding then, everything in the balance, my wad still in my nuts and yet about to explode. The man was waiting, waiting to unman me, waiting for me to start shooting so he could begin his task. I struggled to control the uncontrollable, the feeling building, my circumcised cock inside the rubber and the teen's hand sliding up and down along its length. Everything that made me a man was there, and all of it on the line, and so I tried so damn hard to keep from doing what all men are born to do.

Time stood still. Up and down, faster and faster. Still, I held it....right on the verge. I concentrated on the knife, feeling it there, waiting to cut me and to steal my balls. I cinched closed my eyes, and slammed my head down, frustrated, the feeling still building and the end near. Still, I fought it....trying to push my mind elsewhere. I thought of the fat man I had seen, with his noodle of a dick and his empty sac. I tried to hold my thoughts there, to keep from cumming. But the kid was really pumping my dick, and it felt so fucking good.

The man said "Come on boy....you know you want to. Quit holding out. Think of a pussy....hot...wet.....think of your cock sliding in and out of a hot pussy." The boy picked up the pace then, and the feeling built, rapidly. Then, just before I came, the teenager said, his pubescent voice cracking once again, "Yeah dude, go ahead, fill her pussy with your seed!"

Suddenly, I grunted, and my wad just was shooting out. I saw it, saw the girl, saw her tits and felt her pussy and squirted my load into the image in my mind. As I did I started to fill up that rubber, dumping my stored up cream into it in one powerful squirt after another. Literally, my semen jetted into the condom, powerfully, squirting out with an orgasm unlike any I had ever remembered. It felt incredible good, and I threw my head back as I shot my last wad.

Just as this was happening I felt this searing pain, like a burn, and it just came shooting right into the left side of my sack and when it did it just seemed to take over my brain. The pain was like a blow torch it was so damn intense, and I almost bit the gag in two when it hit me. I knew immediately it was the knife, and the bastard was pushing his blade into my nutsack at the same time I was shooting out my wad. You would think he would have waited, to at least let me enjoy my final orgasm, but he didn't wait, and he didn't wait on purpose.

Billy didn't care either of course, and instead, he just laughed as he pumped my tool and that bastard twisted his knife and nutted me. Yeah, Billy though that was so damn funny. He laughed really loud too. He laughed and laughed as he pumped my dick, and I banged my head into the thing I was strapped to. God it hurt. I don't think any man should ever have to endure that kind of pain. It hurt a lot worse than I can describe. Yeah, it hurt a lot worse than that.

The pain was really deep, and I almost vomited. I know that I felt it when he pushed my left ball out of its sac. I could feel him, holding it, and then he started to squeeze the nut and he also started rolling it between his thumb and fingers. I know I screamed and begged, mumbling out my screams for mercy and biting that gag so hard that I really thought I might break it. I know I pulled so damn hard against my restraints, trying to get my legs together and to somehow prevent what was happening. I slammed my head up and down---it was so damn maddening to feel him doing that to me and me unable to stop it.

I thought for a second I was going to pass out, but just before I did there was a new stab of pain and then the deep throb in my nut just disappeared. For a second I was so relieved, but then I realized my nut was gone, GONE, and I was half castrated at that point. I felt him still, shifting positions and preparing to open my scrotum from the other side. No! Oh GOD...No! I didn't want to be unmanned, didn’t want that at all! The kid still was pumping me, and I guess I shot for quite a while. I don't really know when it ended though, because the pain of being castrated just sort of took over my orgasm and took it from me. Still, I know I dumped out a hell of a load. Yeah...I came and came and came, and I was still cumming when he was cutting out my balls.

The teenager said: "This one's got a big wad.....the entire end of the rubber is filled. Wow."

I slammed my head back again...up and down....shaking it side to side as I fought to keep him from finishing me. The man hesitated, and then there was another sharp pain, another burn that was hot and intense and stabbing. I literally felt his blade go down, deep, into my sac and behind my last remaining ball. It popped out, as he squeezed my sac, and then suddenly I could feel it in his hand, and I grunted into my gag and begged him again and again and again not to take it.

The boy said "Wow...that's a big nut!"

The man answered and said: "Yeah...that it is. I guess that's why his load is so thick and there is so much of it. Seems in a way a shame to nut him."

I was squirming like a madman then, and I felt him start to roll my last ball in his fingers. I jerked hard, and slammed my head again up and down, banging out my frustration. The boy said "Yeah, he sure doesn't like getting castrated. I guess he should have thought of that before he became a felon."

The man said to me then: "Ok boy, I'm about to complete your unmanning. Ready?"

God. Time stood still. I was slamming hard against the restraints, and my hips were thrusting, pushing my ass up against the straps that held me in place. I was struggling so damn hard, but it wasn't doing any good, and I knew it. Still, it hurt like shit, and he was there, between my legs, with my last testicle in his hand and he about to take it from me. I screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed, and shook my head back and forth, begging him, BEGGING him not to do what he was going to do."

He laughed. The boy said "God -- this one sure likes his balls. Look at his back, it's soaked with his sweat."

God I didn't want it to happen! I could feel him, literally, pulling out on my ball, stretching the cord, and his knife next to it. It was that single instant, just before he took my ball where time seemed to stand still. My last seconds as a man. The boy was still jacking my spent cock, working it, and I could feel my load of semen sloshing over the end of my prick. I had the feeling again, that I might even cum. I was looking back over my shoulder, staring, and I looked again at the wisp of hair on the sixteen year old teen. Just then, as I was looking at the boy and his teenage body, the man squeezed harder on my ball and I screamed. Then he said "You ready NOW boy?"

This time I knew it was done, and my eyes, wide as saucers, stared. The pain was too much, and so I gave in to it and nodded my head, up and down, and as soon as I did he moved his blade and I felt the burn. In that instant, he said "THERE....YEAH THERE YOU GO.....it's done now guy. You're a eunuch."

As he said those words he flicked his knife and took my nut and I felt this terrible spasm, and my entire body shuddered. Accompanying that, there was this sharp pain which lasted a second and after that it was replaced by a dull ache. A feeling of emptiness overwhelmed me. At the same time, I grunted, and then I felt the rhythmic pulsations in my cock, as it squirted the last remnants of my seed into the rubber. Why I did that I have no idea, but I did, and after that I just collapsed, and all of my struggles in that instant ended. I was spent, and totally exhausted, and besides, there wasn't anything to fight for after that.

The tears came, and I know they were streaking down my face. The man started putting in the stitches, and while I could feel it and knew what he was doing it didn't seem to really matter anymore. Those hurt too, but nothing compared to the pain of having my balls stolen. I laid there feeling him closing the slits in my sac, and I didn't move and I didn't struggle. There wasn't any point for one thing. It didn't take him long. A minute later he took this hypodermic needle and gave me a shot in the ass, and while it hurt too it wasn't anything compared to the pain I had already suffered. I felt the shot, and as he gave it to me the boy was giggling. I was just laying there, with the tears, and I watched the teenage boy, and he was grinning and looking at me with eyes that sparkled.

I hadn't noticed it before, but the kid had a boner. I was staring at him then, looking at the big bulge in his pants, and it was obvious and there wasn't any question what it was. The fucker was totally turned on by my castration, and I remember staring at the kid's boner, still stuffed in his pants, looking at the bulge and wishing it was mine, even as my own dick began to shrink from what would be my last erection. Oh how I wanted my balls back!

When the man that had castrated me finished sewing up my sac, he got up and came around until he was standing in front of me once again. He was smiling, and in his hand he had this metal bowl, and when I looked in it I felt sick. My two balls were in there, just ovals, with a short piece of cord still attached to each one of them. They were bigger than I thought they would be, and actually looked almost the size of two chicken eggs, sitting dead in the metal bowl. I stared at them, longing for them. They were my balls! As I was looking at them I could feel the kid taking off the condom, holding my wilting dick downward so none of it leaked out. He slid if off carefully, and then tied it into a knot, so nothing would spill.

The kid brought the condom with my wad in it around and showed it to me, and as I looked at it it occurred to me that they had stolen it from me, just the same as they had stolen my balls. There it was, my last load right next to the set of balls that had produced it. The bottom of the rubber was full, and it was a hell of a wad by any standard. I had no idea I had shot that much, but I clearly had, and the boy had milked it all from me, even as the physician's assistant had castrated me. One thing that was very clear to me, crystal clear, was that no matter what there wouldn't ever be another one quite like that. No, I knew without any doubt that the teenager was holding my last load, a final wad and the final essence from my destroyed manhood. God. Shit. I was unmanned.

As that realization came to me the man grinned, and then, with me watching him, he turned and pressed down on this little lever that was a part of a small trash can that was just off to the side. It was about two feet high and about eighteen inches in diameter, and was just a typical trash can you might find in any doctors office. This one had a top on it, and when he pressed his foot on the lever the lid opened up. It was full of balls! I started to gag, and my eyes went wide. Then, as I was staring into the pile of severed nuts he turned the metal bowl upside down and dropped my own two orbs onto the pile. I gagged, and felt the bile, but I swallowed it. My balls were just another set to him and nothing more. God there were a lot of balls in that bin, like garbage, the last vestiges of ruined men and punished felons.

I felt sick. He kept the lid open, holding down on the lever, allowing me to stare at the pile of nuts until I couldn't stand it anymore and looked away. When I did, he took his foot off the lever and the lid closed. I looked up at him, and he was grinning, enjoying the look on my face as I felt my loss. Then, he walked around behind me one more time, to where the door was, and just before he left the room he gave my ass another hard swat. I don't know why he did that, but I assumed it was because he could.

When he opened the door the three guards that had dragged me from the cell came into the room, and one of them laughed. Then, they started unstrapping me. I didn't struggle, and I felt so damn weak and so spent that I could hardly move. They jerked me upright, and, like a rag doll, I let them. I looked down, and when I saw my limp dick and my empty sac I had this terrible feeling, the glance another confirmation of what had been done to me. Then, before I could start crying again, they pulled me out of the room, still held by that bar that my wrists were cuffed to.

As I came out of the room there was a boy there, probably around seventeen, wearing his chastity belt and with a look of dread on his face. He had shiny blond hair, and some peach fuzz on his face. I don't think he had started shaving yet, although he needed to.. His blue eyes were piercing, and to me he appeared to be the perfect representation of an adolescent male. The teenager stared at my crotch, and I saw his face go white. I felt so humiliated it can't really be described. I know my own face was red, as the teen stared at me, his mouth agape as he looked at my hairless groin and empty bag. They didn't stop dragging me, and as I went by him I looked over my shoulder and took one final look. Billy was in the doorway, standing there, still with his boner and he now looking eagerly at the boy he'd be unmanning next. He was grinning from ear to ear, so obviously excited that it made me ill. The last thing I noticed was that he licked his lips. Well, if nothing else, I guess the boy liked his job.

[Authors note: © Copyright December, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. If you liked the story, please write and tell me. Thanks. -Nathan// [email protected]]