"Fucking Tables" of the Past - The Argentine Connection.

Dear Friend,

I know it's been a while, but last weekend I went back to the museum and I could hardly believe how much they have changed the display. The fringe section has really expanded, and they have added a second "Fucking Table" which is right next to the original that is still on display. The new table comes from Argentina, and it was apparently one of almost fifty that were used in that country after World War II. Like the other table, the basic device is the same, however the Argentine's made a few changes that in some ways make it much more sinister.

The table, which was officially referred to as a "state castration table" or "state castration machine" still sports the angled hole, for the penis, and the beaver pelt that lines the hole is similar to the other table at the museum. It was stapled in place on top, and lines the hole in a similar fashion to the other table on display. In both tables the men that were being castrated had their penis placed into the fur channel, which was really a tapered hole, which added to the tables demonic reputation. The beaver pelt on the Argentine table seems to be of a better grade however, with longer fur that is quite a bit more dense.

It no doubt had to be very stimulating, and from the information and records that are displayed by the machine it was obviously very effective. Many a man had his last ejaculation with his penis inside the machine's "pussy" as it was referred to. Like the other similar machines of the time period, the hole ran all the way through the thick table, so when a man ejaculated most of his semen would be pumped out on the floor under the table.

On the Argentine table in the museum, there are some clips under the table, where the hole was, and it's possible that at times a bowl or other object was clipped there, in order to catch the spilled semen that came from the man or men being castrated. This would of course reduce the messiness of the table when it was employed, as the majority of men that were strapped to it did have an orgasm during their unmanning. The bowl is missing however, so we can only guess at what it looked like.

The take up mechanism and the castration wire is much different on the Argentine machine. First of all, the new table doesn’t have any kind of a clock mechanism. Instead, there appears to be just a single rotary knob, like a rheostat, that could change the speed of the machine's motor with a simple turn of the dial. According to the records, if the machine was operated at its fastest speed, the man strapped to the table was castrated in under three minutes. That's pretty fast, and that’s from the time the machine was first turned on. Of course, they could do a lot of men fairly quickly in that mode, although for the most part when operated that way the tables were more straight castration machines rather than "Fucking Tables."

However, the rheostat also allowed the table's castration mechanism to be slowed down considerably, and the records at the museum say that at its slowest pace the machine took more than an hour to actual severe the average sac of testicles entirely. As a torture machine, it had many uses and the speed control gave the operator much more control over how it was done and what the prisoner felt.

The other major change that the Argentine machines employed was that they used a much thicker castration wire to do the unmanning. It was an alloy of stainless steel, but a little softer and more pliable than the hard wires used in other devices. Still, it was quite effective. The wire that was used in their machine was almost as thick as a pencil, and while it wasn't as flexible as the thinner wires used in most machines of the day, it did have some distinct advantages over the thin wired ones.

First of all, it didn't castrate the unfortunate victim by cutting off his testicles. They were castrated just the same, but it wasn’t a cutting action as much as it was a pinching one. Instead of cutting, the thickness of the wire allowed it to be slowly pulled through the scrotum, crushing the tissue underneath it as it happened. There wasn't any cutting at all in fact. Instead, the wire pinched off the testicles, literally, a millimeter at a time. Of course, the thick wire was duller than the dullest knife, and as it was very slowly yanked through the tissue it had to be excruciatingly painful. However, the biggest advantage of this was that there was very little bleeding, so the prep time required before the machine could be activated was significantly less than in other designs. Because there was no bleeding, extra ties of leather and other scrotal bindings weren't necessary, making it a neater, quicker thing and with far fewer complications than other devices of the time.

The state castration tables were employed in prisons, police stations, and in some state schools and some juvenile detention facilities. Many inmates in the state's largest mental hospital were also castrated on tables of this type, and there was a period where they were wildly employed for just such purposes. There is documented evidence that at one state institution pre-pubescent males were castrated as a problem prevention measure. This was not as uncommon as was previously believed.

In some of the more rural areas of the country castration was always seen as a viable preventive measure, so that young males caught doing mischief were often nutted to make an example of them. For teenagers just coming into puberty as well as older teens well into manhood judges often mandated castration as part of the sentence, in order to remove aggressive tendencies and to prevent repeated offenses from the same individual. As a matter of policy, this was regarded as highly effective, and it does appear to be true that regardless of age young deviants were more docile and less problematic after being emasculated on the table.

Most of those castrated on the tables had it done within the walls of the institution where they were held. However, at least some of them were public affairs, where the men being castrated were put on display as their sentences were carried out. Being unmanned is the worst possible humiliation in that society, so public castrations were highly effective and absolutely totally humiliating for the person having it done to them. Families often disowned those who had been publicly nutted, refusing even to acknowledge the neutered male was ever a family member.

For crimes by men against women the machines were employed usually in the presence of the woman, so that she had the satisfaction of watching the unmanning as it was accomplished. Sometimes the woman who had been harmed would even be allowed to hold the man's scrotum as his testicles were severed. In those instances where that was done, the woman given that privilege almost always was allowed to keep them after they were taken. Many a man struggled through his last moments with balls feeling a woman holding his sac while everyone watched the justice done. Of course, as the wire grew ever tighter and he felt it being done, he would jerk and fight the feeling which helped the woman feel avenged. Eventually of course, as the time passed and she fondled his sac, the ownership of his balls changed hands, and soon enough they weren’t his anymore but were her's instead.

Apparently, the Argentine military used several of these machines to do interrogations of its some type of prisoners. It was apparently quite effective. After the man was strapped into position, his questioning would begin. Usually he was hooked up to a lie detection device, which had its limitations but was still useful. Whenever the man talked and answered the questions he was asked the pace of the machine was slowed, delaying his castration. If he was especially cooperative, then the machine was paused completely. If he told them everything they needed to know, truthfully, then he was usually taken out of the machine and allowed to keep his manhood. However, if he gave false answers or refused to talk, then the machine's speed could be accelerated with each incorrect answer. Most men, feeling the wire strangling their balls, sang like canaries. Still, at least one in ten ended up castrated, squirting his last load out before it was done to him.

The machine in the museum is well worn, and was used in the judicial system to castrate rapists and other serious offenders. In-prison offenses were also punished on the table, including just general aggressiveness or refusal to obey. In the early fifties castrating a few difficult prisoners was seemed justified as long as it helped maintain general prison order. The museum's table has well worn straps of leather, and the area within the beaver fur is well worn too, seemingly where the various males, sexually stimulated by the soft fur, thrusted and jerked as they fought and struggled. According to the plaque accompanying the machine, more than eleven hundred men were castrated on this one table alone.

The plaque at the museum says: "ARGENTINE CASTRATION TABLE--circa 1951."

It goes on to say: "This table, employed in the judicial system of post war Argentina, was responsible for the emasculation of as many as eleven-hundred male prisoners. Offenses ranged from attempted murder, rape, and kidnapping, to other less serious offenses including sexual deviancy, attempted prisoner fornication, sodomy, and disrespect towards guards or other prison staff members. When employed, the prisoner being punished was strapped into place with the thick castration wire looped around his scrotum, generally near the top and always above the testicles. The machine was then activated, and depending on the setting used, would slowly twist the wire until it was pulled completely through the scrotum and had severed if from the man's body.

To prevent injury to the prisoner's penis his sexual organ was placed within the fur lined channel of the machine before it was activated. The fur was there to insure that there would be no irritation as the prisoner struggled. However, as an unintended consequence, when the prisoner attempted to get free his struggles usually caused his penis to slide up and down through the fur. This almost always resulted in an erection, and often a subsequent ejaculation before the castration was completed. This occurred so often and with so many men that the state castration machines were nicknamed "Fucking Tables."

One of the questions that often comes up is why these tables were employed at all. It might seem simpler and quicker to just use a knife, but a castration done with a blade is a surgical procedure, and does require some knowledge and experience in the medical field. When done by untrained persons, the operation has significant risks associated with it, including infection, bleeding, and shock. It turns out that there is a significant risk of death for castrations done outside of a medical setting by untrained personnel.

In contrast, the state castration tables were highly effective, and other than the castration itself there are virtually no other injuries or complications associated with their use. Thousands of men and boys were castrated successfully on these tables, which were operated by people outside of the medical field. In short, they worked well, and did the job they were designed to do perfectly. It could even be argued they were more humane than a conventional surgical procedure, as the male so castrated was fully awake and often experienced a sexual high leading to orgasm during the unmanning process.

The Argentine tables were used in a similar way to the other castration tables of the time period. The prisoner was strapped to the table by leather cuffs that went around his wrists and ankles, stretching him out. Two more straps were brought up between his thighs, which helped to secure the buttocks and prevented the prisoner from pulling upward too far. These straps insured the man's penis remained within the safety of the fur lined channel, regardless of how hard he struggled or how fast he bucked his hips.

Under his scrotum there was a small hole about the size of a dime, through which a loop of wire protruded. The thick wire was given a single twist and placed over the top of the man's scrotum. The location of the hole insured the wire remained at the top of the man's sac, so that as the wire twisted and pinched it would tend to sever the man's scrotum at the very top of his sac, where it was connected to his body.

After the prisoner was in place and the wire was looped over the man's scrotum, the machine was ready to be activated. The two ends of the wire were held underneath the table, and were attached to the outer edges of a 'takeup wheel'. An electric motor turned the wheel when it was activated at a speed selected by the operator. As the wheel turned the wire was twisted tighter and tighter. The speed of the wheel was controlled by the rheostat, and could unman a prisoner in three minutes or less at its fastest settings. The average castration took between fifteen minutes and half an hour though, depending on the whim of the machine's operator, although some castrations on less fortunate individuals were stretched out over an hour. A fairly common technique that seems to have been widely used was that the machines speed was set at a slower pace until the prisoners struggles brought him to orgasm. At that point, the speed was often increased, and the castration was completed shortly afterwards.

In the Argentine tables, the scrotums usually came off whole and without any blood to speak of. The skin of the sac was pinched closed at the top and trapped the twin testicles inside. What was done with the severed balls of the castrated boy or man depended on the institution. For most cases where a woman had been victimized then the testicles were given to her as partial compensation for the man's misbehavior. In many cases the entire severed sac was placed in a jar of preserving fluid, and placed on display to serve as a lesson for others. More than a few juvenile institutions had display cases where the testicles of misbehaving youths were kept. This helped to control the other inmates and served as a constant reminder of what could happen if you failed to follow the rules.

From interviews with men that were castrated on the tables, a custom throughout Argentina seems to have been to show the man his severed balls immediately after it was done. Before he was unstrapped from the table, they were often held up to the man's face so he could associate the pain in his groin with the punishment he had been given. It helped to make the lesson more pronounced for one thing, and it certainly did make a lasting impression on the newly castrated prisoner. If the castration was a public affair, showing the man his severed balls had the added purpose of making an impression on those watching. Many a witness remembered the expression of the man as he saw his severed sac more than they remembered anything else.

Well, that’s about it as far as the museum's new display goes. However, they have some files in their research section associated with the Argentine table, and I've attached some of the more interesting excerpts that I came across. It appears that there was a period where these table were being used throughout the country, for good reasons and bad. I add the eye witness accounts below, without any comments of my own.

Yours truly,

Nathan

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Interview with Jerry Rodrigez, translated; May 12th, 2000 at age 52.

"Can you describe what happened, how you came to be put into the machine?"

"I don't mind telling the story, as I wasn’t the only one. When I was seventeen years old they castrated me, on one of the tables. I had actually gotten a girl pregnant; that was my crime! The problem was that I was seventeen and she was fourteen, and so it was rape even though she had said OK. I mean, back then, well, it was a much bigger deal of course, but then it was my first girl and we had only done it two or three times. She and I were neighbors, and she had wanted me to do it. She had told me she wanted to feel me inside of her, and so we did it. I only did it once more, when her parents were out. Even so, well, I got her pregnant, and her father was very angry, and as he was the police magistrate he made sure I was punished."

"Where was it done?"

"It was done in the police station about twenty miles outside of the city of Cipolletti, where they had one of the machines. He was there, and so was the girl. Her brother was there too. He was a sophomore at my school, so I knew him. He was younger than me, fifteen, but we had been friends. I remember him watching me as they did it to me and it was so humiliating I could never look at him again. I think there were about a dozen people in the room when I was brought in, in handcuffs. I wasn't told what was going to happen. I knew I was in trouble, and after I was arrested and taken away I had been pushed around and threatened. I think they castrated me about a week after I was arrested. Yeah...it was about a week. I was brought into the room where the table was, and I had no idea what it was, although I saw the straps and it was obvious it was meant to hold you to it. I figured they were going to whip my ass or something. That was done a lot back then, so I figured I was going to get a whipping or something."

"Did they undress you or did you get climb onto the machine on your own?"

"Well, I was told to get undressed, and I refused. The girl was there for one thing, and I liked her, and I didn't want her to see me get whipped. These two men just grabbed me though, and started ripping my clothes off, very forcibly, and I was crying and fighting them. It didn't take them very long, and they had my shirt off and they just pulled me up and onto the table then and uncuffed my hands and then cuffed them again into the straps at the top of the table. After that, they pulled down my pants and took them off, and my underwear too. They grabbed my left ankle and cuffed it, and then lifted up on my right leg."

"One of the men grabbed my penis....he just grabbed it hard and jerked on it some....I wasn’t hard. I wasn’t. Not then I wasn’t. He made a comment about my pubic hair, and how little I had. That was so humiliating. He said I looked like a kid more than a man. Her father said "He's man enough and he's gonna pay for this." The man holding my dick pushed it downward and into the hole, where the fur was, and then they strapped my right leg into position. That’s when I felt that metal band pulled up and slipped over my nuts. It was like a thick piece of metal, and they gave it a twist and put it over my sac and tight against my body and after that I got really scared."

"Go on...please, tell me what happened."

"I was begging them and begging them.....crying out, and that's when the policeman, her dad, told me what was going to be done to me. He said I was going to be castrated for raping a girl, and I was so shocked I know I went crazy. I told him I hadn't raped her, that she had wanted it too, but the father slapped my ass, hard, and told me to shut up. Then he said "Nobody fucks my daughter, nobody!" Then he added, "Son...you raped an underage girl, and you are old enough to know better. She's underage, and so you raped her and that's the law. Now you'll pay for it." God....what could I say then?"

"Wow....so...so they castrated you at seventeen? Because of a girl."

"Yeah, I guess...I mean, I know she was young. But still, she wanted it, and she and I were friends. I don't think they should have nutted me. I don't. But her father was so mad I think he would have done it to me anyway, no matter what the circumstances has been. I don't know. I know I did wrong but they castrated me! One thing I'll never forget, not as long as I live, is that after they had me tied down he told her....he told her to hold my balls. He said it like this: "Take his balls....and hold onto them. He fucked you with his balls....so you hold on to them until they are yours."

I was screaming for mercy, but she reached around and up between my legs, and I felt her hand grab my scrotum, and pull downward on it. She was holding it, playing with it really, just gently holding it and squeezing it gently as she did that. I was trying to jerk and get free, but they laughed then and he said "Kid....time to give my daughter your balls. I hope you enjoy doing it too. I know I am going to enjoy watching you as you give them up to her."

"Did you have an erection then?"

"Well...I....I got hard when she grabbed my balls. I just got really hard then, and my dick was rubbing in that fur in the machine and it did feel really good. I was begging them not to hurt me, when they turned on the machine. Right away I felt that wire....and right away it started to get tight on my sac."

"What happened then?"

"I went crazy. I know that really is the only way to describe it. It seemed everyone was laughing then, like it was the funniest thing in the world of something. I started really fighting the restraints, and I was just trying so hard to get out of there. All the while I was doing that my nuts were really hurting...I could feel that wire, feel it...and it was just pressing into my nuts and it hurt like hell."

"Did you...did you well...did you fuck the machine?"

"I wasn't trying to do anything. But when I started bucking my hips the girl's father really laughed, and one of the other men made a comment that I'll never forget. He said: "For a kid, he's sure got the fucking motion down." I wasn't trying to fuck the machine...I wasn't. I just wanted out of it...and yet the harder I struggled the better my dick was feeling. I could feel her holding my balls, and her brother was staring at me, off to the side, watching me struggle as his sister held my sac. The kid had a boner the whole time; his pants were tented and it was very obvious. He was grinning too, the entire time as that machine was taking my nuts. They were talking about me then like I was an object."

"Do you remember anything particular that they said?"

"Well, one of the men said something about my upper lip, how it had a little bit of hair starting to grow and darkening up a little. I hadn't really started shaving then, and so they laughed at the fuzz on my lip. They were making a comment about how I was wasting my time trying to grow it, and that after they got through with me I might as well just shave it off because it wasn’t ever going to amount to anything now. They talked about my bottom too, about how I was raising it up and down as I struggled, and one of them men commented about how my hole had hair around it. They were just talking about my body, and how I was sweating, and one of them tickled my armpits...sorta playing with the hair I used to have there. All the while they were doing this I struggled and fought. It was horrible, and the single most humiliating experience of my life."

"I see. Did...did you ejaculate in front of them?"

"Of GOD....I didn't think that was going to happen...but the pain got really intense in my nuts and I started screaming and really going crazy. I was really jerking hard...they had these straps on around my thighs and I was trying to raise up high enough to pull them out. I don't know....it felt good on my dick even though my balls were killing me. Yeah... eventually, I mean, I eventually did ejaculate, eventually...I did. I started squirting it out and as I did I guess it was shooting on the floor, cause they were laughing when I did and were making comments about it being my last load and how it was watery and coming out in spurts."

"I see....what..what happened...I mean, how much longer did it go on?"

"Well, they just laughed and laughed but the pain really intensified. I could feel it and that thick wire was just pulling right through my balls, and I screamed then. The girl was holding my sac, and I could feel her. She was pulling down on it and sort of fondling my balls as she tugged and the wire was pulled into and through them. The pain shot up through my groin then and it hurt so damn bad...I was shaking and the entire table was shaking, and then all of a sudden I couldn't feel her holding my balls anymore. I thought for a second that she had let go of them."

"Had she?"

"No, she never let go. The pain shot through me and then suddenly it just got a lot less. Just a sudden, very sharp pain at the very last minute, that lingered, and then after that an empty deep ache was all I felt. The father laughed then, and then she held up my balls and he said "Show them to him...make sure the little pervert sees his balls." She held them in front of my face, and when I looked at them the father started laughing and clapping. Then he told her to hand them to her brother, and the boy took my nuts in his hand. They left then, and that was the last time I saw my balls, with her fifteen year old brother holding my sac and carrying it out of the room like it was a prize. It's funny, but what I can never forget is that as he turned to leave I noticed a wet spot on the front of his pants."

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Excerpt from a discussion on the use of the state castration machines in the Argentine Judicial System, from an interview with a retired guard from the Federal Penitentiary in Buenos Aires. The guard retired after 26 years of service and served as an assistant on several castration squads that operated within the prison system.

I think the story is hard to believe now, as of course the tables are no longer used. It's easy now to condemn them, but back then, well, they were very common and an accepted part of the federal prison system. For long term inmates, with sentences of five or more years, castration was a viable tool. It was authorized as a tool that could be used at the warden's discretion for inmates with out of control aggressive behaviors. There was supposed to be a caveat. The emasculations were authorized if, and only if, the man being nutted was a clear danger to other inmates. While in theory that was very restrictive, in reality it gave the warden pretty much free reign to castrate any man that gave him a problem.

The program was effective, in that the prison problems, attempted escapes, and sexual misconduct instances declined rapidly during the years the tables were in use. We had no inmate/guard interactions when the program was in full swing, and certainly there was a significant safety factor that the machines brought to the system. Most men, even those with life sentences, do not want to be castrated. In fact, their balls provide them with the only real pleasure available to them, so the idea of losing that was abhorrent to virtually every man behind bars.

I worked at more than seven different prisons over my career, and while the tables were all operated pretty much the same way there were wide variances in how they were employed and how often they were used. The most interesting, by far, was the time where I was working on the team at the Federal Penitentiary in Buenos Aires. The warden there was a woman, and I think she loved to castrate men. She was there and watched every single one of the inmates we nutted, and from her look I could tell she got tremendous satisfaction from it. She set the protocol of each man's punishment herself. She enjoyed the slower castrations, and often would have us set the speed of the machine down so that the entire event was prolonged for the man being nutted. She wanted to make examples of anyone that broke her rules, and all of the men feared her that were in the prison.

She personally witnessed each indoctrination physical, and I think she would size up the men as they came in. I do know that if a man had an especially large scrotum, she would usually find a way to castrate him sometime later. I think she collected the biggest bags, and I do know that she always took them after it was over. If a man came into the prison convicted of a crime involving women, if they still had their balls when they arrived she usually found a way to neuter them before they left. She hated men who hurt or abused women, and she often remarked they didn't deserve their balls. Of course, in her position, and with the authority the state gave the wardens back then, she could nut the ones she wanted, when she wanted, and there wasn’t much anyone could do about it.

She hated men's sexual habits, and while she allowed masturbation that was the only thing she allowed, as long as it was done alone and the mess was cleaned up afterwards. If a man masturbated excessively, and especially if he did it with others watching, then he might be nutted, especially if he ignored earlier warnings. If a man was caught sodomizing another man he was taken to the table almost immediately. If a man sucked a cock willingly then he was also emasculated. If a man forced another to suck his cock, then it was he who would lose his balls. She didn't care what their excuses were, or what their urges were, or how long they had been there. Sex between inmates that was observed by a guard always resulted with some man losing his balls.

She did make one significant exception. She would call a castrated man a woman; that's just what she called them once their balls had been taken. She referred to the table even as the device that womanized them. At any rate, she felt that once a man was castrated then he in effect became a woman, and if the men in prison wanted to use 'her' for their enjoyment then that was acceptable. Consequently, those men who found themselves castrated, for whatever reason, usually ended up as prison whores, bent over a bed or a table against their will on a regular basis. She thought that was funny, and added to their punishment. I would not have wanted to be a eunuch at the Penn.

I have to say that at times I too enjoyed watching the way she would turn the tables on the more aggressive prisoners. I remember this one prisoner, who was very strong and powerful, with a huge set of balls and the sexual drive to match. He came into the penitentiary and was an immediate problem. He took one of the younger men, a kid about eighteen, and raped him repeatedly. The fourth time we finally caught him. The kid was crying like a stuffed pig, and when the warden found out she had the prisoner taken to the table immediately. He hardly had time to figure out we had him before we had him strapped down.

He was a really strong man, with a huge scrotum with big, fat balls. I think he was in his thirties. At any rate, she came in and we had him all hooked up, and then she told him that she was going to nut him and turn him into a woman. I remember his look. I mean, I just don't think he could believe it. Of course, then she had me start the machine, and as soon as that wire started getting tighter he knew she wasn’t kidding. She walked around behind him and held his sac....she liked playing with it as the machine did its work. He fought hard, really hard, and he was screaming before it got really tight. I know he started bucking his hips, and after about ten minutes or so he had his first ejaculation. The machine was on one of the slower settings, so after he squirted it the machine just kept on going, that wire digging in deeper and deeper.

He was really grunting a little while later, and she would giggle as he struggled. She talked to him the entire time, about how big his nuts were, and how they had taken over his mind. She would talk about how his balls had made him dangerous, and how he couldn't control his urges. She told him she was helping him, getting his mind out of the gutter. All the while she fondled his balls. He was thrusting crazily toward the end, especially when that wire disappeared and was pressed down inside of his sac. He was shaking the entire table. He ejaculated a second time, another big load, and when he did he shook so hard that I thought he was having a seizure. Of course, that’s the same time his balls were pinched off, and they dropped on the table as he was shaking.

She picked up his balls and showed them to him, and then she told him to "be a good woman and to kiss his sac." He refused. I don't know if that pissed her off or not, but she had him taken to his cell, and there she had him tied to his bed, with his arms tied to the legs on one end and his feet spread wide and tied open. She had us grease up his ass with some lube and leave him there with it stuck up in the air. She said it was a good position to keep him in for 24 hours, so that he wouldn't be tempted to touch the spot where his balls had been until it had healed some. Of course, that afternoon she had the young teen he had been raping moved into his cell. The kid was told he was free to fuck the 'woman', and of course, he did.

One of the things she hated the most was men who sucked another man's cock. She said it was totally immoral, and was a definite indication of man who was over sexed and whose hormones were out of control. She just felt that was so degrading, and from her comments it was obvious she didn't believe in a man being pleasured that way. I remember this one pair of prisoners, who were cell mates. They were nineteen and twenty, in prison for armed robbery and with a lot of prison years ahead of them.

They were caught together laying on one of their beds, and sucking each other. She came absolutely unglued. She had them turned into examples, and it wasn’t pretty. She definitely had an evil side to her. We nutted the first one, after clipping a funnel to the bottom of the hole. Attached to the bottom of the funnel was a test tube, one of the larger ones that would hold a full wad. After the man had screamed until he was horse, and had lost his balls, she pulled him off the table and we rolled him over on his back. He lay there, castrated, the pain in his groin consuming him. Then she had us take his load of semen, which was all in that vial, and we pushed on the sides of his mouth until he opened wide. At that point, she poured the man's own spunk down his throat, and then waited until he swallowed. She thought that was so funny, forcing the cock sucker to eat what should have been his last and final load while he was forced to stare at his severed balls.

She had us cuff his hands behind his back then, and made him stand and watch his cellmate's punishment. He was too weak to stand unassisted, so two of us held his arms and steadied him. Then, she brought in the second man and put him to the same table. She did it again, putting the collection vial in place and started the machine on the same setting. The second man screamed like a kid, begging and begging as that fat wire was pulled through his nuts. His sac wasn’t that big, and he didn't have a lot of pubic hair either. But he was sure proud of his balls. He was screaming so loud that she had us bring the first kid over to him, and with one of us under each of his arms she pulled out his cock and made the man on the table suck on it. He had just been castrated, and there he stood, us half-holding him, his cock down the throat of his cell mate who was being castrated on the table.

I wouldn't have believed it, but the new eunuch got hard again, and so he just stood there, with his hard cock down that man's throat, with his missing balls nothing but an empty void below his erection. This went on for a long time. For the man being castrated on the table, he just mumbled after that, trying to shake his head and beg even with that cock stuffed in his mouth. She held his balls as the wire was slowly twisted, and the tighter it got the more she smiled. He bucked and bucked and humped that table, still sucking on his cellmate. Eventually, he shot his load. The table was running so slowly that it probably took another five minutes before he lost his balls. Finally, though, he started screaming really loudly, even with that cock still stiff in his mouth, and then, as his balls came off his eyes got really wide and his cheeks pulsated as if his friends cock was bobbing up and down.

As soon as the second guy was nutted we turned him over on his back too, while the other first guy was pulled out and made to watch. The thing that surprise me, and the rest of us, is that when we went to feed him his wad, like we had done to the first man, I noticed there was a wad of sticky semen already in his mouth. I guess the other guy had ejaculated again somehow, although it was pretty watery and I'm not sure, even now, that it was a real load. I think it happened just when the man was losing his balls. I do know one thing for certain. When we showed that young man his severed balls and then poured his own spunk down his throat, he vomited.

Of course, as eunuchs, they sucked a lot of cocks after that, and I do know that they spent the rest of their years there with their legs spread wide and their holes open. When the warden took their balls she turned them into whores.

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Statement by retired Sergeant Vince Micollin, former interrogation official, Ft Ritz Military Holding Center, Argentina. Date: 8 June 1976

Well, before I retired I worked at the military holding center at Ritz, and we dealt with many different types of prisoners. Some were soldiers, and some were civilian criminals that were involved in espionage or counterinsurgency operations. I interrogated a lot of suspected spies. For the most part, I only dealt with the important prisoners, the ones that had critical information that it was imperative to extract. We had tried many methods, including drug treatments, so-called truth serums, and different tortures, including electroshock, water torture, and burn 'therapy.' But, nothing we tried was totally satisfactory, and while you can make any man talk with enough pain, you can't get them to tell the truth always. A man will say anything if the pain is great enough, and he will tell you anything he thinks you want to hear to make it stop. But the problem is that his stress level is so high that there is no way to determine if what he says is true, because a lie detector doesn’t work when the stress is that high. So, for the most part much of the information you gather is useless.

However, we discovered after the second World War that with the proper use of a castration table we could get most men to tell us just about anything we wanted to know. I've used a lot of methods in interrogation over the years, but without question the combination of the castration table and the lie detector was the best method I ever used.

We would take a group of prisoners and separate them, and then one by one bring them into the interrogation room. We would strip them down and secure them to the table, and then, when we had noosed their nuts with the wire, we would tell them how it worked. I would always take the time to explain the table, and how it just twist-twist-twisted the wire around and around and around, until the loop got so small that it pinched off their nuts.

Well, then we would hook up the lie detector. The man wasn't really put into any pain, not at first, and so when we turned the machine on and he felt the twisting begin he was nervous and would struggle but he wasn’t really hurting. Consequently, we had a manageable stress level, and that in turn allowed the lie detection equipment to be about 98 percent effective.

Then, I would begin to ask my questions. For every correct answer, I would turn the rheostat down one tiny notch, and pat them on their ass for being a good boy. I was always making comments about how big their balls were, or how tight the wire was, etc. When they would talk, and tell the truth, then I would slow the machine down one click for each right answer. If they were really talking, and giving me lots of information, then I would press a pause button and the takeup wheel would stop completely. I'd just let it pause there as long as they were giving me information that I needed.

But, every single time they lied, or didn't answer a question or tried to work around the question, then I would reach down and give the knob a little twist to the right, just a little quick twist, one little notch. The whine of the motor would increase, and then as they felt it speed up I'd tell them something like this: "Tsk tsk tsk....now, you know that's not being very helpful....that just cost you a little time....can you hear it running faster? Boy...your balls sure are getting tight....can you feel the wire there? I think it's about to start taking off your sac. If I were you, I think I'd be a lot more cooperative."

I wouldn't ask them another question...sort of like I wasn’t in any hurry. Instead, I just took my time, and let that wire do its tugging, and then with the machine running faster they would really get anxious. About the time they were freaking I'd ask them the question again, and this time usually they would just sing out the correct answer, telling me the 100% truth. Then I would praise them for being good, and of course at that point I'd slow the machine down again, and go on from there.

Most prisoners told us everything once they figured out their balls were really at risk. At least nine out of ten were totally cooperative, and answered our questions and gave us truthful responses. We didn't castrate them. Before the machine's wire went too deep we would end the session and take off the wire and let them go back to their cells. The real beauty of the method was there wasn't a mark on them, and they really hadn't been hurt at all. It was totally effective, and it really didn't result in physical torture for most of them. Of course, occasionally, we would get a stubborn one, or one of them would piss me off in one way or another, and I'd let the machine run its cycle and take his balls.

I have to admit that I did grow fond of that machine. I mean, the average soldier will do his duty, and fight hard for his country. Too, most spies are well trained, and they resist most torture methods. But, and it’s a big but, that all seems to change when a man's being interrogated and he figures out if he doesn't start being cooperative he's gong to unman himself. Most men start out bravely but quickly change their minds when they feel the uncaring machine twisting that wire tighter and tighter around their scrotums. I think it’s the slow speed of it all that makes it so effective. If you were just cutting them off, well, they'd probably hold out until it was too late. But the way the table does it, so nice and slow, they would start out trying to resist but soon enough they were working so hard to be oh-so-cooperative. I think when they felt the wire digging into their sacs, just working its way down through it, one little itty-bitty millimeter at a time, well, pretty soon, they are bucking their hips and begging and after that they would just talk up a storm.

There are very few men in this world willing to just lie there quietly, keeping their mouths shut, as they feel their balls slowly being pinched off. When they know they can stop it by opening their mouths, once that wire starts digging in and working its way into the meat at some point most men start talking.

Yeah, most of the men we interrogated weren't castrated. Still, when I did get a stubborn one I'd nut him...just let it run the cycle and take his balls. That was especially true if he was one of a group, because sometimes nutting one was an effective incentive for the others we would interrogate later. So, in those cases, we'd let the machine unman the first or second one, and then, afterwards, I'd gag him, and then we'd take him back to where the others were. We would put him in an adjacent cell, and hang him up by his arms, so that he was stretched out with his toes on the floor, facing the cell where the other men were that we still had to interrogate. That way, they all got a real good look at his missing scrotum, and of course if they hadn't figured it out before then at least then they knew we were serious. That helped a lot when it was their turn on the table. As soon as they felt that wire and we started the motor and it started to get tighter, well, they were begging then to talk like there was no tomorrow coming.

The lie detector worked so well too---they couldn't lie. If they did, I would calmly tell them lies pissed me off, and then I'd give the machine a click to the right, speeding it up, and after that I'd just talk about how much lies really got under my skin while I let it go around and around. All the while I talked about their lie that machine just kept on twisting-twisting-twisting, and before very long they would beg and scream to give them another chance and to please ask them something. The trick was to initially ignore them though and instead just keep talking about how the lie bothered me all the while letting the wire twist and twist. Usually, if they lied a second time then I turned it up two clicks instead of one, so that it was spinning significantly faster than before. They got the message right away that if they wanted to keep their balls then lying to me was a very bad idea.

I remember this one private from Afghanistan, sent over as part of some terrorist cell. They had them even back then, and I imagine it's worse today. Anyway, we were trying to get the information out of him, but he wouldn't tell me a thing. But once he felt that wire start and his sac started feeling the pinch, he started yelling out names and places and contacts faster than I could jot them down. I slowed the machine down, and then down some more, as he fed me information as fast as he could. Every single time he would give me a piece of information, I would click the rheostat down a notch, making it go longer and slowing the motor. Before long it was just crawling along, hardly spinning the wire. Still, I kept him there, talking like a magpie, telling me everything I ever wanted to know. The longer it went the more he talked, and the slower that machine got. Eventually it was crawling along at its slowest possible setting.

I never stopped the machine, and so eventually that wire worked its way until it was half inside his scrotum, just half in there, and he was blabbering out the answers to every question I ask in an absolute panic at that point. I think the pain made him desperate, and he had to know that time was running out for him. I finally just sucked every bit of knowledge he had out of him and he didn't have anything more I needed to ask about.

Even so, I didn't like him and I didn't give him any mercy. In the end, I just let him keep talking...by the end he was begging me to ask him something, just so he could talk and get me to slow the machine down some more. Of course, I would have had to stop it to make it go any slower. It was funny...at the every end I was pretending to try and think of something else to ask him, while I watched that thick wire just keep right on digging through his nuts. He bucked his hips and fucked that table, desperate, his fat balls jerking against the wire as he did his thrusting and begged me to ask him another question.

He spewed two wads before the machine finally finished with his balls. On the last one, he just squirted and squirted, and his entire body shuddered as he shot his final load. I patted his ass as he shot, and told him how helpful he had been, and then I just let my hand stay there, feeling his muscles jerk and ripple as he struggled and felt the final moments of his castration. He knew he was losing his sac, and begged me like a ten year old. He babbled in total panic as the wire pinched off his sac, and I started laughing then at his desperation.

I enjoyed watching him lose his balls. I laughed and laughed, all the while I just let my hand feel his naked ass, rubbing it up and over and down through his crack. Sometimes I would feel his balls, and the way the wire was doing its job. He didn't like it went I felt his balls, but I liked the feeling of power that it gave me. I just kept doing that, rubbing his ass and feeling his muscles straining until his balls were gone. When it was finally over and he was nutted, I stopped laughing and then I sent the eunuch to prison.

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Trial Excerpt from Court Records, City of Trelew Central Court Docket Daniel G Roberts vs Federal Government of Argentina; Feb 17, 1968

Summary: Dr. Daniel G. Roberts was the chief administrator of the Trelew State Mental Hospital for Children & Adolescents from 1947 to 1964. He was accused of gross abuse of underage children in 1968, and this trial excerpt was from a section of his testimony from that trial.

P: Prosecutor D: Defense Attorney J: Judge R: Dr Roberts

P: So Doctor, you are saying then that you only did what you were told. Then you don't disagree that you did in fact castrate children at the hospital?

R: Well, we had a mandate, and we followed it. We had...you have to understand, we had no facility to keep the sexes separated. We could not allow them to procreate, and we had insufficient staff to keep them apart. These kids were mental cases, and you can't realistically think of them on human terms. Some of them were severely retarded.

P: Sir, did you hear the testimony of the young man yesterday afternoon? He testified you castrated him at thirteen years of age, and there is no indication that he has, or has ever had, a mental condition. Are you calling him a liar?

D: Objection....the previous witness testimony has already been given and the prosecutor is fishing for irrelevant opinions.

J: Overruled, the question is relevant. The witness will answer the question.

R: Well, no....I'm not saying that. I...I don't remember him...I mean, we did a lot of castrations at the facility, over the years, and I don't remember every boy we nutted. I heard what he said...and well, yes, it happened but he wasn’t the norm. But I never questioned why a certain boy or girl was in the hospital. That wasn’t my job. If they were there, then I had to assume they had a mental condition, and while it's true that some of them...a few of them perhaps, might have slipped through the system and became patients without due process, it didn’t matter once they were there.

P: Doctor, how did you decide which boys you were going to castrate? Did you select them by mental condition, or because they were chasing the girls, or what?

R: Well...I mean, we had no way to separate the sexes and we had to do something. We had complete state authorization to sterilize any patient of either sex if necessary to control their instinctual urges to reproduce. The problem was that I had no medical staff qualified to perform any medical sterilization procedures. Therefore, female sterilizations were an impossibility and so we ended up using the state castration table because anyone could operate it.

I became the chief administrator after a number of problems at the hospital surfaced. There were several teenage pregnancies among the patients, and the previous administrator was eventually fired because of that. When I arrive, I had two more girls impregnated within a few weeks, and immediately after that we had several warnings from the state to take active measures. So...well, I think it was about 1950 that we started using the machine.

As for how I selected them, well, we couldn't sterilize the girls so we just went after the boys. Choosing them wasn’t difficult. We just selected every boy that had started into puberty. We would look at the boys with their pants down, when they were showering, and if we found any hair growing above their penis then they were marked for the next session. We probably only did it perhaps once every six months, and at times when we were busy we didn't get them done until eight or ninth months had elapsed from the last session.

P: I'm not sure I understand this. Are you saying that every six months or so you would castrate any boys in your facility that were starting to grow pubic hair?

R: Well, yes...I mean, that was the criteria. We had to have some criteria. If we saw a boy was growing hair there then we knew he was developing into puberty, and we castrated them at the next opportunity. If they had any hair, even a wisp of it, we would castrate them. We were totally effective in preventing any sexual misconduct between the patients after the program was initiated. It wasn't perfect, but it was close. We only did one or two sessions each year....we had to do them in batches. For one thing, it was more efficient, and we had to hire extra staff for the one or two days it would take to get them all done.

P: I see. Did you....did you enjoy hurting these boys?

D: Objection!

P: I'll change the question. Doctor, did you give the boys any painkillers or otherwise prepare them before you put them on the table?

R: Well, no....but if we had a lot to do then we set the machine to a faster speed, especially the less developed ones, so that the individual boys were castrated fairly quickly. We would tie them down and nut them, one after the other, and I think we did it fast enough that most of them had no idea what was happening until it was over. On the average though, I'd say we used a medium speed for most of them, because we felt it was important to give those that could the opportunity to enjoy it as much as possible.

P: Why would you say that some of the boys enjoyed it when you castrated them? That seems a very unlikely outcome, and I'm not sure the boys that you emasculated would agree with you.

R: Well, I mean, well, perhaps enjoy wasn’t the right word. Most of the boys were young, just coming into puberty, as we caught them pretty early. Still, some of them had more hair than others, and some of them were farther along than others. Occasionally we would get a new patient that was older, so we did do some older teens as well.

The reason that I said that some of them enjoyed it was because after we strapped the boys into position and had their penis in the channel, the fur channel, some of the boys started to thrust into the machine, in a sexual manner. Not all of them did that, but most of the older ones did and if they had a lot of hair I would say it was more common that they would start thrusting at some point than not. At any rate, in those cases, where the boy was....was fucking....is that the right word? Excuse me here....but well, that's what they did....I mean, some of them were fucking the machine and those that did seemed to enjoy it. (Laughter). Whenever we saw them doing that, we would let them continue and finish if they could."

P: What do you mean...finish?

R: I mean..well, finish. You know....until they ejaculated. The problem was that we couldn't always tell if they did it or not. Some would cry out, and more than a few would gasp or make some motion that indicated to us that they were having an orgasm, but we didn't watch their penis per se and so I cant say we always knew that it happened. Sometimes it was very apparent, especially on the older teens, and in those cases where we were fairly certain it had happened then after they ejaculated we would turn the knob on the machine to high, and finish their castrations as rapidly as possible.

We started the machine at a slower setting to give them, well, to give them at least one opportunity to have a sexual release before we castrated them. I just felt, it just seemed I mean, that it was a more humane thing to do for the boys that were capable. They were just boys, most of them, and so for many of them...yes...for some of them perhaps, the time we castrated them was their first, well, first sexual experience where they experienced an orgasm. Most of them enjoyed that part of it at least.

P: Weren't you really giving them their last sexual experience? I don't see that as being too helpful to them.

R: (Laughing) Well, yes...I guess it was that too. Still, we wanted to allow them to orgasm if they could before we took that away from them forever.

P: What percentage of the boys you castrated were sexually capable?

R: Well....that's a good question...I see...I see where you are going. I mean, we did it as a preventive measure. I don't know. Some of them would shudder and perhaps they orgasmed, but nothing was ejaculated so it's hard to say. I do know that when we were doing a batch some of the boys did squirt when we castrated them. We had a bowl under the table, clipped there, to collect any messes that the boys might make. It kept the floor clean, but it did mean that we were never certain which boys actually emitted semen before they were nutted. Since nothing was squirted out onto the floor there was just no way to know for certain. But I do know that sometimes, after we were done and the boys had all been nutted, the bowl would be filled with as much as a half cup of ejaculated semen. So, well, yes, I would say that some of the boys were sexually capable, although I'd have to say certainly not all of them or even most of them.

P: Doctor, what is your estimate of the average age of the boys you were castrating?

D: Objection. Your honor, having my client speculate about the ages of the boys is irrelevant to what actually occurred.

J: Overruled. The age of the boys is significant. The witness will answer the question.

R: Well....ur....God. OK. Yeah...OK. I...I guess, I guess that I'd have to say we would nut them at twelve or thirteen. Yeah, most of them were probably that age, just coming into puberty. We did a few that were older, say, fourteen, that perhaps we missed the last session or who had arrived at the hospital at an older age. I did a lot of thirteen year olds and a fair amount of fourteen year olds. A lot of them in fact. I think we did a handful that were in their late teens.

P: Doctor, do you think you deserve to keep your balls?

D: OBJECTION! Asking my client to speculate on a sentence before he has been convicted of any crime is irresponsible and I must object!

J: Sustained. I will agree with the Defense, however, there is little speculation needed to determine that a crime has occurred. What has to be determined is who committed it. The court will enter into recess, and will remain adjourned until 0800 hours tomorrow.

NOTE: The trial continued for eight more days, and more than thirty men testified they were castrated against their will while they were boys and patients at the hospital. On March 15th, 1968 Dr. Daniel G. Roberts was convicted unanimously by a jury of his peers of gross abuse of underage children. He was sentenced by the presiding judge to be castrated without benefit of anesthesia using a state castration table. Sentence was to be immediately followed by fifty years incarceration at the Federal Penitentiary in Buenos Aires. His emasculation sentence was carried out on March 23, 1968. It was witnessed by sixteen men and four women and took 21 minutes and 11 seconds to complete, with imprisonment immediately following. His incarceration continues today.

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Statement from a witness to the emasculation sentence of Dr Daniel G Roberts - name withheld by request

Well, yes, I have to say that it was done very systematically. They brought the doctor in and at the time he was shackled, with both his hands and feet cuffed in chains. He shuffled into the room, with two burley guards under each arm. When he saw the machine waiting there, for him, he made a comment and then he looked up and around the room. He was very nervous, that much was apparent.

They laid him on the table and then undid his wrists, which they secured into the cuffs on the table. His feet were next. At the time he was wearing a t-shirt and white underwear. He didn’t fight them. He knew his sentence, so it was apparent he knew what was going to happen. They used a pair of scissors to remove his clothing. The two big guards then lifted him up by the legs, one on each knee, and another guard took his penis and worked it up and down for a few minutes.

His cock wasn't circumcised, and I remember the guard sliding his foreskin up and down his shaft for about a minute or so until he began to have the beginnings of an erection. Once he did, that's when they pushed his penis into the fur lined hole. The guard guided it into the hole in the machine that was built to hold it and as it slid into the fur the doctor drew in his breath and his eyes went wide.

Other than that gasp, he said nothing during any of this. They secured his thighs with the straps and then they put the thick loop of wire around the top of his scrotum. They gave it one twist and set it in place. The doctor's scrotum was really big, I mean, I'll never forget how fat it looked. It was just resting there, nestled between his legs, with that thick wire around the top of his fat sac. I remember looking at it and as I realized what was going to happen I think my stomach turned.

The doctor was staring straight ahead, without any expression I think he was just preparing himself mentally for what was to come. We were in a fairly large room, and some of the witnesses were watching him, looking at his face, while others were near the other end of the table, where the wire around his big sac of balls was.

They read his sentence out loud, and then gave him the opportunity to speak. All he said was "Lets get it over with....make it quick.... please... just make it fast for God's sake." After that, the machine was turned on... and you could hear the whirring sound. He closed his eyes and squinted them shut, and then just laid there and just did nothing while we all watched as the wire was slowly being twisted, tighter and tighter.

He threw his head back after about a minute and opened his eyes, and then he yelled out "TURN UP THE SPEED!!!! GET IT DONE DAMN YOU! MAKE IT FAST!"

Nobody moved, and the machine just slowly kept turning. About three of four minutes went by, and you could see that the wire was starting to push downward, into his scrotum. You could see it pressing into his sac then, above his balls, and they started bulging outward as it was happening. He started to groan....and his groans got louder as it continued. This seemed to go on for a long time, and he was begging then for them to turn the speed up and to do him quickly. He realized the speed was set though, and I think that freaked him out because he could feel it happening, oh-so-slowly and all he wanted at that point was to have it done.

He didn't move at all, just laid there with his legs apart and his hips still for quite some time. Finally, when the wire was really pressing into his sac, he moved for the first time. I think it was probably about fifteen minutes into it, he bucked his hips upward...hard...and jerked on his restraints for the first time.

After that he sort of panicked I think. He started fighting it then, and groaning...saying stuff like "Ohh...oh that hurts....oh SHIT....oh GOD.....OH...OH PLEASE... OH GOD.... GET IT DONE! GET IT OVER WITH!"

He was pulling and jerking then, and then he tried to lift his ass high upward....just holding it high. He was pulling his cock out of the hole as far as he could. We could all see at this point he was very hard...he had a full erection by then. The wire kept twisting, even as he held his ass up in the air. After a couple of minutes he figured out it wasn’t doing any good, and that's when he shoved his cock down into the hole....just bucked his hips and pushed inward as he struggled.

Then, as we all watched, he started bucking his hips and fighting it....yelling out "NO...GOD.... OH SHIT. OH FUCK OH FUCK NO! NO! NO!!!!! PLEASE! Just do it NOW! Turn the knob and make it fast! Oh God...oh.. oh that HURTS! Please.... CASTRATE ME NOW!!!!" Up and down went his ass, and this went on for quite some time. He threw his head back, and then that's when he ejaculated. He just started squirting out his goo and the two women watching started to laugh. We were all laughing then, as he ejaculated for the last time. I think he came and came. I don't know, but he squirted for about a minute or so. After that he just screamed and cried, and finally was just blabbering like an idiot at the end. It took a long time. He was thrusting into the machine again at the very end, when the wire finally went all the way through. The wire finally did its job and severed his balls. As it was done....someone stopped the machine and announced the time. It was 21 minutes 11 seconds total elapsed time. That's how long it took to avenge those kids and castrate the son-of-a-bitch.

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Witness statement from an observer who watched the punishment of a young juvenile delinquent that was caught vandalizing his neighborhood just outside the suburbs of Pento Moreno. The boy was sixteen years old at the time and lived in a rural community is southern Argentina. There were three youths involved, but the other two that were there and helping were not actually seen to be directly involved. The punishment was carried out in the city limits of Pento Moreno. Statement was taken twenty four hours after the sentence was executed. The local magistrate sentenced him to a public castration, which was carried out on a Saturday, at noon three days after his court appearance. The teenager was castrated in front of approximately two hundred witnesses.

Well, I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I just love it when these hoodlums get what they deserve, and I'm pretty certain he won't be out breaking any more windows anytime soon. I think they should have castrated the three of them, but I guess he was the only one they caught red handed, with a brick in his hand, and so that’s why he got put to the table. Still, the message is clear enough, and hopefully taking the kid's balls will send a powerful message to other deviants that are thinking of tearing things up. Personally, I don't have much sympathy for him.

When they dragged him out he looked like he was in a Speedo bathing suit. They had taken all of his clothes except for that little bit of clothing, which they had given to him. It was bright red, and really looked funny on him as it wasn’t covering much. The thing was almost see-thru. You could certainly make out the boy's cock in the front, off to the side and yet held upward, as if they wanted it displayed that way. The boys had his hands bound behind his back. The crowd applauded when they saw him, and they just parted and let him be walked to the table. As the kid was getting close to it he got scared, and started to struggle, but the guys walking him were ready and so they just started dragging him up the stairs and onto the stage.

The table was mounted on a stage of sorts, built the day before in the town's punishment square. It was about four feet off the ground, and everyone was around it, so that the kid and the table were in the center of a circle. The boy was pretty cute. He had deep, dark eyes and jet black hair, and he looked like a healthy teenage boy should look. He had some muscles, and he was far enough into puberty that his body was getting that chiseled look that is so common on a well proportioned young male. His stomach was flat and had horizontal lines that were visible, accentuating his muscle tone. His chest was smooth, as a little boys, and there was no sex hair between his naval and the skimpy little bit of clothing he was wearing. They held him there, facing everyone, and that’s when they took off his little Speedo and showed his naked body to the crowd.

His cock was sticking out about a twenty degree angle. I don't think it was hard, but it just rested that way, partially out. The youth had a boy's cock, thin, but long enough. His sac of balls hanging down there was loose, hanging low, under his cock. The boy's sac wasn’t that big, but it was everything to him and as I looked at it I was anxious to watch him lose it. The two men on either side of the boy were holding his arms, and with his hands cuffed behind his back he was pretty much helpless.

One of the other guards that was helping run things came over to the boy and tossed his hair, and then he reached around the boy's side and grasp his prick in the process. He pumped the boy's dick, sliding his foreskin up and down, up and down, working it while the crowd watched. The boy looked down in shame, and his face went beat red as he felt the man playing with his cock while he stared and watched. He went hard, and they pumped him until he was stiff and eager and his cock was pointing up at the sky.

At that point, he was ready to be nutted and they dragged him over to the machine. There was a lot of laughter in the crowd, and very little sympathy. They pulled him onto the surface of the table, and strapped his wrists in place. Then they positioned him so his hard cock slid into the hole that was there waiting for it. As the boy's dick slipped into that hole his expression totally changed. I think it caught him by surprise, and perhaps he didn't think it would feel that good. Whatever the reason, he had a very funny expression as he felt that fur. They strapped in his ankles, and then brought two leather straps up between his thighs, from underneath, and tied them tightly there so that his movements were somewhat restricted.

From where I was standing I could see the tip of his teenage cock sticking down through the hole, under the table, the very end of it just visible sticking out the beaver fur that comes out on the bottom. The kid was testing his bonds, and as he pulled upward his cock would disappear from my view, and then, when he pushed forward or when he pulled up with his legs the boy's cock would become visible again, the tip protruding from the fur below the bottom of the table.

They read out his crimes, and everyone booed. Then they announced he would be castrated as an example to others, and the crowd applauded, loudly, happy to be watching justice as it was performed. They then took the big thick wire and looped it up and over his nuts, carefully making sure it was resting right at the top of his teenage sac. They then announced that the boy's punishment could be accomplished quickly or slowly, or at the recommended speed. They said it could be set to be done in five minutes or less, ten minutes to twenty, twenty to forty, or up to an hour. It was all up to the crowed they said, and then they polled the audience. The audience made their selection by yelling. The twenty to forty minute setting won, so it was apparent the crowd didn't want the boy to get off too easily.

Then, in somewhat of a surprise, the other two teenagers were brought up on stage. They had been arrested at the same time as the youth who was being nutted, but they hadn't been directly observed and the boy being castrated had refused to finger them. Consequently, while they were involved and a part of what had happened, the judge hadn't been convinced that they deserved to be emasculated. However, to help teach them a lesson, he had mandated them to join their friend on stage, and to watch, first hand, as he was forcibly castrated. They too had been stripped of their regular clothes, and were dressed in small speedo type garments that left almost nothing to the imagination. They were beat red in their faces, and yet you could tell they were relieved that it wasn't them on the table. Still, they were totally humiliated, which of course had been the judge's intention from the beginning.

The two boys were as different as night and day. The tallest of them was seventeen, with blond hair and blue eyes and a wisp of hair across his lip. He didn't have a hair on his chest, and not much hair under his arms either. He looked young, a lot younger than seventeen. The front of his string of material that was serving as underwear was very stuffed, and it was obvious the boy was build and had a big set of balls to match. It was a big package, and the outline of his cock, which was hanging down and off to the left side, was fully visible and didn't leave much of a question as to what he had. The material of his 'underpants', if you can call them that, was so thin that you could make out his hair growing above his pole.

The second lad was a black haired youth with deep brown eyes. He was short, and younger than the others. He was fourteen, and looked innocent. There wasn't any real hair showing under his armpits, and nothing that was visible that indicated he was even into puberty. However, he jaw was squaring out, and he had already lost that baby-faced look that is typical of pre-pubescent boys. He was definitely sprouting his way into adolescence, and he looked nervous as hell. His prick was visible too in the thin fabric of his very skimpy shorts, and it didn't leave much to the imagination either. Of the three boys, he was the only one that was circumcised, and that could easily be determined through the thinness of the fabric.

Each of the boys was made to place a hand on their friend's naked buttocks. I was close enough to the stage to hear what was said to them. The man running things looked at the two teens, and said: "Boys....this is a lesson for you, almost as much as it is for your friend. Vandalism will not be tolerated. The judge wants to make sure you don't forget it. Put your hand on your friend's ass, and keep it there. We want you to feel his struggles, and as you feel him straining while he loses his balls hopefully it will be a lesson for you that you won't forget. If you do, next time it will be you up here."

After that, they looped a piece of leather around each of the two boys' wrists, and then wrapped it around one of the straps that came up between the legs of the boy on the table. By doing that, they actually tied one wrist of each of the two boys so that they were all but forced to keep a hand on their friend's ass, as it was tied there and they couldn't really let go. I wasn’t sure the reason, but perhaps it would make a better impression on them if they were made to feel his struggles. Just before it was started, the man at the switch looked at the two boys and this is what he said: "By the way, if either of you perverts grow hard and get turned on by this, I'll take your little pair of pants."

Both boys' faces went bright red, and they swallowed in unison. Then, without any other comment, the man at the switch reached over and set the rheostat, and then he pressed a button and the machine's motor began to spin. It made a whirring sound, and as soon as it was turned on and that thick wire started growing tighter the boy being nutted started to fight against his bonds. He didn't like it one bit, and then he started begging to be given another chance. He apologized, he said he was sorry over and over, and of course many of us laughed. We KNEW he was sorry...sorry to be losing his balls that is!

Because of the crowd's choice, the machine wasn't running that fast, and so it took quite a while before that cable around his nuts started to really do much of anything. But eventually it did, and as it started to get pulled downward, into his sac boy his expression changed! He started really bucking his hips.....doing the thing that makes the machines so famous. He was really struggling, and as he struggled he was fucking the machine. Literally. Everyone that was watching him started laughing then, and the boy's face flushed red as he heard them giggle. Still, his hips pounded up and down, and he fought the feeling that was burning into his nuts. He started to sweat then as he fucked away.

The blond boy was watching him, staring at his friend and the boy's ass where his hand rested. Up and down it went, up and down, his friend fucking the table like it was a pussy. Between his legs the metal wire as thick as a pencil was slowly working its way downward, squeezing the tissue as it was pulled ever-s-l-o-w-l-y into the juvenile delinquents scrotum. As he stared at it happening, his own dick went hard, and soon he was tenting out the thin shorts and the end was soaking up through the material. The man running things just walked over behind the tall blond boy, and with a single pull snapped off his suit and let his long cock bounce free. The boy gasped, his face going bright red, as his big boner bobbed outward, upward, sticking up and eager and fully boned. It seemed to bounce there, up and down, up and down, almost to his heartbeat and in time with his friends moving buttocks.

Everyone laughed. It seemed so fitting, the tall blond turned on as he watched his friend losing his balls. Next to him the fourteen year old was watching intently, staring at the cable and the ass going up and down in a frenzy. He too grew hard and erect, even though he tried not to. Before he could contemplate what was happening, the man pulled his suit off as well, and the boy's cute little six inch boner jutted up and bounced. There was only the tiniest bit of pubic hair growing there, above his boner, and yet his cock looked eager and hard and oh-so-ready.

The crowd was wild, in a frenzy even, clapping and laughing as they watched the scene. It was quite something to see. The three boys, the three juvenile trouble makers, were all three fully erect and fully hard, exposed for everyone in the crowd that wanted to look. Of course, since their capture and date with the court they hadn't been allowed any personal time, and there certainly had been no opportunity to masturbate. So, here they were, with two hundred people staring at them, with their horny pricks bouncing up and down and with everyone laughing as if they were idiots.

For the boy on the table he started to scream. The pleasure of the fur was being replaced by the pain. He felt it, deep, in his nuts and down inside of his sac like no feeling he had ever felt before. He knew then it was happening, that he was being castrated, and that there was nothing he could do but live the feeling and fight and struggle as it happened. He started thrusting then, into the table, violently, struggling to ejaculate before he lost that ability. He wanted it, one more time, needed it even, one last chance to feel that feeling that only a man can feel. He pumped into the table then, in a fury, his armpits drenched with sweat as he fucked with a vengeance in a last chance effort against hopelessness and time.

His two friends were looking down, at his ass which was flying in a blur. Up and down it went, the sweat now on his back and running down his crack. His legs were spread, and his hole was visible, above his nuts that were being pinched right off of him. The two teenagers watched and stared, seeing the loop of metal as it started to disappear downward and into their friend's scrotum it was strangling. They stared there, at his sac of nuts, watching it bulge outward from the pressure, his boy nuts being pushed so hard they were shoved out against the skin. Their two hands were riding up and down on there friend's buttocks, riding his ass and feeling his every movement. His muscles were rippling, struggling, as he felt the feeing and fought it.

This seemed to go on for several minutes, and the desperation of the male being castrated intensified. From my angle, I could see his cock moving out the bottom of the hole, in and out, flying through the fur that surrounded it. It looked like a pussy being fucked from the inside, in and out, his hard cock so stiff and eager and so desperate it would be hard to adequately describe. Suddenly, he threw his head back and yelled, and his entire body shuddered and he began to ejaculate for the last time in his life. He squirted out his goo from his balls that had been his for the past sixteen years, and as he emptied them he shuddered and screamed from the intensity of his final orgasm.

His load of semen shot out in pulsating ropes of cream, squirting in lines out the hole and splattering on the floor of the wooden platform under the table. His eyes were so wide as he ejaculated, and the feeling of ecstasy was mixed with the pain from the wire, which was by now well into his nuts and crushing its way through his sexual tissue.

His two friends could tell he was ejaculating, as their friend's ass muscles rippled as he came. The boy's ass hole, ringed with hair, opened and closed like a winking eye in front of them as he squirted out the essence of everything that made him a man. For the fourteen year old, staring at the hole of his friend and watching it as he spasmed, it was too much. Suddenly, his own wad just shot out of his dick, thin and watery, shooting out and across his friend's ass and up along his back in lines of white. The crowd roared as the two boy's shot their loads.

The boy on the table finally finished ejaculating, but still he struggled, like a madman, desperate to relieve the pain that was consuming him. He screamed, like a banshee screams, loud and freaking and with his voice pitched high, in total desperation as the pain overwhelmed him.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Oh... OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he screamed. He could tell it was happening then, the wire working in deeper now, the tissues layers being crushed one after the other until it was finished. The blond haired boy suddenly reached down, between his friend's legs, as if to try and help him perhaps. He grabbed his friend's sac, grabbed it and tried to feel for the wire, which was already well through it. His friend on the table was screaming, babbling now like a crazed maniac, and just as his friend grabbed for his sac it came free, separating at the wire. The wire disappeared downward, through the little hole and disappearing inside of the machine, and the sound of the motor accelerated as the resistance disappeared.

At that precise second, as the blond boy was holding the severed nuts of his friend, he just started to squirt, the sight and the feel of his friend's severed balls just too much to contemplate. As he was leaning over, the way his dick was pointed he shot his wad right at his friend's ass, the first shot hitting his puckering hole as if it was a target. He shuddered, and squirted lines of his cream, painting his friends ass and filling his crack, spraying out his load like never before. For him, it was once of the most intense orgasms of his life, and everyone saw it and laughed as it happened.

After that, the man running things took the boy's castrated sac and held it in front of the teenager who had owned it. As the boy stared in disbelief, you could see the bile come up in his throat, his eyes wide and starting as he contemplated the sight. After that, the man held the boy's sac up high, for everyone to see. There was a thunderous applause at that point, and I and everyone else it seemed started laughing. I was still laughing hours later, after I was home and the boys were gone.

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