This particular authorization was especially sweet because it dealt with gang violence and there is nothing that pleases me more than to cut off the balls of a street gang member. Nothing! Still, while I would nut them all if I could, the reality is that being able to castrate even one of them is a very rare event. The new law that allows the prison board to authorize the forcible castration of a multi-count felon has so many contradictions and stipulations that it doesn’t happen very often. Of course, the threat is there, even if in practice few ever get nutted, but when it does happen it's something to relish. Still, it's so rare that for the most part it's not something the inmates fear, and most incarcerated men don't give the possibility much of a thought. Because it is so rare and so unexpected, when it is authorized they never have any suspicion and so far every single man I've castrated was surprised as hell when I told him I was going to remove his balls. Yeah, that is always a funny moment, as they stare at me in disbelief, and then, a few minutes later, they are feeling their legs being spread wide and the restraints are being applied. If not before, right after that all hell breaks lose as they begin their struggles and I take their balls.

For Micah, I decided from the beginning I'd let him know in his cell, so the other prisoners would hear and he would have to listen to their ridicule. I also wanted to listen to him beg as they dragged him from his cell and he made the journey to where it would be done. I knew of course he'd fight like hell, but that would only add to it, at least for me, and so the more he struggled to keep his balls the more I would relish it when I got to take them. I love taking a man's most prized possessions, stealing his nuts from him as he begs me not to. For Micah, I also decided to let him have some company, for a lot of reasons, not the least was that it would add to the experience if he had someone there watching and laughing as he lost his manhood. Micah was a Scorpion, a notorious street gang with a reputation for evil. As one of them, he was just a basic member, a punk, but a bad one at that, and nutting him was going to be especially sweet.

He was Hispanic in origin, with jet black hair and eyes to match, with a tattoo on his shoulder and a piercing through his eyebrow. He was tall and thin and young, and I knew before I even looked he would have a big cock, long and thin to match his body and probably rock hard as well. He was twenty-three years old, old enough to have been locked up six times in the past three years, and he had knifed one kid in the gut and almost killed him in the process. He had also helped castrate a rival gang member during a gang war, and that had cemented his reputation for sure. He liked to brag about that, and everyone in the prison knew about the incident and for the most part they stayed away from him. He was street trash, a good for nothing young man going nowhere, and it seemed fitting that the authorities had finally authorized his own castration. In my opinion, I was glad that the authorization had been granted, and it pleased me to know that his DNA material was going to be eliminated from the gene pool. If nothing else, that would be good for society in and of itself.

This time the specific crime that got him incarcerated had been a gang related drug deal. Micah's Scorpions had moved into the territory of the Hatchets and from there things had turned ugly. Gang turf wars are always serious, and the one that followed was very serious indeed. A couple of Scorpions ended up getting nailed when one of the Hatchet gang leaders dropped some choice bits of info to the police. The Scorpions ended up in jail, with some long prison sentences. In retaliation Micah and a few of his fellow gang members made sure the Hatchet leader who had been responsible ended up with his nuts cut off. The little slice job got him sent to jail. The judge in his case hadn't been too harsh though, probably because it was one gang doing it to another, and so the totality of his sentence was just 24 months for his little knife attack, which was pretty light in the view of things. However, the Prison Review Board had taken the entire thing a little more seriously, and without any doubt their decision in his case sure seemed appropriate and fitting. He had no idea of course, and he certainly had no inkling he was about to lose his balls.

If it hadn't been for his priors and his gang association it would never have happened. But, no matter the reason, the Prison Review Board had changed things for him and for that I was more than a little grateful. Of course, he had no idea, and I knew the man was just floating along waiting for his freedom, and he no doubt was counting on just making the most of his adventure behind bars before he was out on the street again and back with the Scorpions. Of course, I'm sure he expected to go back a hero. Except, unknown to him, the Prison Review Board was coming down hard on the gangs, and so they had acted and in doing so now only part of what he thought was true actually would be. The big difference of course was that although he would hit the streets right on time, when he did see daylight he wouldn't be a man anymore, and the gang member's heavy scrotum he now carried between his legs wouldn't be there at all.

Another thing I knew right from the beginning was that I was going to take Brad Jenson with me and let him watch. For one thing, he was in the Hatchet gang, the very rival gang whose hatred for the Scorpions had caused the gang war in the first place. And, as I said already, it was a Hatchet that Micah had nutted, so from my perspective it was also fitting that Jenson should see justice served. Jenson was younger, still just a teenage kid really, with Harry Potter glasses and short brown hair. He was cute as hell. He was just barely nineteen, but still he was as bad as they come, and he had been involved with the Hatchet’s long enough to become a drug currier for them. In the two years with the gang he had been arrested six times, and from all appearances he was an up and coming future gang leader, making the moves and working hard to make a name for himself.

In his senior year of high school he got suspended for selling crack, but it wasn’t that which got him sent to prison. His big problem was that he loved to fuck, and had been fucking girls since he turned thirteen. He liked the younger ones the most, and liked to count the virgins whose cherry’s he popped, and it was his lust for young pussy which got him into trouble and actually put him in prison. In fact, specifically it was two thirteen year old junior high girls that put him here, all because he was an eighteen year old senior and he had boozed them up and fucked them hard. Yeah, he might have been only eighteen at the time, but he was technically a man then of course, and the girls had definitely been underage. One of them had a lawyer for a father, and so Brad had ended up with ten years for his last little romp in the hay.

Still, he wasn’t ashamed of it, and in fact he was proud of his reputation for deflowering girls and giving them their first taste of sex. He claimed they all had wanted it, and said he had never “raped” anyone. With his cellmates he bragged about his exploits, and loved to talk about the girls he had mounted. One of his stories had him fucking one freshman girl six times in a single night. He bragged about doing four cheerleaders one after the other, and he also bragged about fucking a 17 year old senior until she came a dozen times. I have no idea how many of his stories were true. He reminded me of an animal, and he had the reputation that he loved to fuck young pussy, and he never denied it. From the way he bragged he made it sound as if he had mounted half the girls in his high school! Weather true or not, the one truth was he sure loved women. It was crystal clear the boy thought of himself as a stud, and he had the perfect hard body of a young male to go with it, with dime sized nipples and a flat stomach and a bulge in his pants that you couldn’t help but notice.

Of course, Micah hated him, and I liked that. They were in adjacent cells, on purpose, so they could cuss at each other and feed their hatred, and in doing so make each other miserable. So, yeah, I decided right away that I would drag Brad Jenson down to watch, and I knew that letting him watch Micah lose his balls would add immensely to the Scorpion’s misery, which was fine by me. Besides, I love to watch a man's expression as he watches another being castrated. There is something primal in the way they stare. Perhaps in a way it’s because they are watching a competing male being taken out of the sexual competition that drives the human equation. Perhaps. I do know this. Most men are boned as they watch, their cocks eager and jutting. I figured Jenson would be laughing as much as anything, and I also knew that as soon as Micah saw him there, watching him being nutted, he would go insane with the humiliation and the embarrassment if nothing else.

It was time to get it done. I walked slowly down to Micah's cell, accompanied by four guards that I had personally chosen. They were big men, and they meant business. We stopped outside Micah's cell, and when he looked up at us the twenty-three year old felon jerked his head, and then he eyed us up and down. He had no idea who I was. Finally, slowly, he said "What's going on? You fucker's got a problem?"

I grinned. The prisoner was dressed in his orange issue pants, a loose pajama style similar to sweat pants that are issued to every inmate, tied up at the top with a cotton string. He didn't have a shirt on, which wasn't that unusual since the air conditioning was less than perfect and the prison was hot as hell. The twenty-three year old man had a circular patch of hair on his chest, and he had big muscles and they bulged. I could tell he had been using the gym, and his flat stomach was ripped with horizontal lines. He was a sold hunk of a man, trim and thin, with muscles that rippled. He was trying to grow a mustache, and the black hair there was new since he had been in-processed. As I looked at it it occurred to me that once I had removed his balls it wouldn’t be growing much anymore.

I looked over my shoulder and across the open hall at the much younger Jenson, who was sitting on his bunk in the cell opposite from his rival, watching everything that was taking place. He was dressed in just his white prison issue jockey undershorts, and nothing else. Ignoring him for now, I looked back at Micah then, and said as matter-of-factly as I possible could: "No Micah....I have no problem at all. But you do. It turns out the Prison Review Board thinks you are a bad boy Micah, a very bad boy, and they have come to a unanimous decision that your DNA is bad for society. In other words dude, your fucking days are over."

He looked at me, not comprehending exactly what I was saying. I grinned, and then I said "That's right Micah, these gentlemen are here with me to accompany you for a state mandated castration procedure."

He looked at me with a look of absolute disbelief. Someone in the cell block burst out laughing. Micah said "What...what the fuck are you talking about?"

I laughed then. Finally, I said, a little louder, "Yeah Micah, you heard me right. We've come to take your balls!"

He stood up, and backed away from us, across his cell, and his face went white. Right away he started yelling that I was crazy, that I couldn't be serious, and that there was no fucking way we could do that and he made it clear that he wasn't going to let that happen. He screamed for his lawyer while I opened his cell, and then he started swinging, cussing and yelling and screaming as the big guards fought him. They had him on the floor in less than thirty seconds, and they had his arms behind his back and the cuffs on his wrists soon afterwards.

As Micah struggled the guards looped a four inch wide Velcro strap around his ankles, pinning them together, and then another one around his knees. After that they grabbed him and started dragging him out of his cell trussed out like a thanksgiving Turkey. He was screaming like a crazed maniac, trying to bend at the waist and to thrash as much as he could. I let him yell. As he was screaming, I said loud enough so every single inmate in the entire cell block could hear: "You can scream all you want Micah, but I'm going to castrate you anyway."

God he screamed even louder then! As they got him out in the cell block Jenson had gotten up from his bunk and was now standing at his cell door, holding onto the bars with his hands and standing there in nothing but his jockey's, with a big smile on his face as he watched the action. He was laughing too, laughing at the unfortunate turn of events for one of his worst enemies. As Micah was dragged by his cell door, Jenson laughed, loudly, and then he said "YEAH MICAH! You'll look good nut-less! I hope they saw your balls off nice and slow, and make it hurt like hell, just the way you did it to Ricky!"

I paused, and looked at Jenson, pretending to be surprised, and then I smiled. I glanced at his crotch, the young man's big sac of nuts and thick cock already stirring within his pouch. For a nineteen year old, he was a hell of a man! He had a line of sex hair growing up from inside of his underwear, all the way to his naval. Other than that his chest was as smooth as a baby’s ass. I looked him in the eyes then, and slowly I said, "You’re a Hatchet. I’m betting you would really enjoy watching me nut a Scorpion bastard, wouldn't you?"

He grinned, and nodded, and said "You bet your ass I would."

I looked at the last guard, and said "Let him come. I'm sure Micah will appreciate it."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Micah, and everyone laughed then. As the other three guards dragged Micah down the cell block screaming and fighting, the forth guard had Jenson put his hands behind his back to be handcuffed, which is the standard practice when transporting a prisoner, and then when that was done he opened his cell door and allowed him to accompany us. Brad Jenson walked along laughing, in nothing but his white jockey underwear. He didn't seem to care, and in fact he liked showing off his body and he was grinning at what he was about to see and obviously eager to watch it be done. His eyes were actually sparkling, pleased with the opportunity to be invited to watch a Scorpion lose his balls.

The castrations were done right off C-block, in a fairly large room that was once used for storage. Now, it sported a hospital exam table, similar to what you would find in any doctor's office. This one was a bit wider than most, and was covered in black vinyl for easy cleaning. At the foot of the padded table were two metal stirrups, made to hold a woman's legs and used by every gynecologist in the world when doing a physical exam. The table itself could be electrically tilted, and was hinged in the middle so that the torso could be raised or lowered, and the head and shoulders could also be moved up and down. Of course, this table was used for a different purpose other than examining a woman, and once a man's arms were strapped down and his legs were secured into the metal stirrups with the leather straps he was pretty much helpless. Yeah, once his legs were secured wide apart then after that access to his balls was easy.

At the top of the table was a vertical metal bar, which was originally designed to hold an IV bottle. However, we used the bar to attach a set of padded cuffs, which were attached on each side of the vertical bar so that when cuffed around the prisoners wrists they were held so that his arms stretched above his head, well out of the way and useless. All he could do after that was slide the cuffs up and down the pole, at least as far as his stretched out arms would let him. With one wrist on each side of the metal bar, he could slide them up and down it to a degree, but no matter what he did his arms were stretched out above his head and his hands were held tight and were immobile. Once we had his wrists in the cuffs and his legs spread, there was nothing he could do to prevent me from touching him, or more importantly, to stop his castration once I had started.

When we arrived at the room I was surprised to see that we had company. Usually a few guards in the prison get wind of a nutting, and if they can get the time they will often come down to watch. I don't actually mind because it adds to the misery for the man being castrated. This time though the warden was there, and next to him was a teenage boy. That I hadn't expected. The kid was cute as hell, with bright blond hair and blue eyes that sparkled, and as I stared at him it was obvious he was the warden's son. Even so, it is extremely unusual for anyone under eighteen to be allowed into the facility, and absolutely unheard for one to be allowed to witness an emasculation procedure. I started to protest, but the warden cut me off before I even got started: "Hey Jerry....I want you to meet my son, Billy. He's fifteen, and I thought it would do the boy good to watch, and perhaps he might even learn something. I trust you won't mind."

It wasn't a question, more of a statement really, and I worked for the warden and that wasn't lost on me. Still, I looked at the boy and frowned. Hell, he might have been fifteen, but barely, and his smooth face and red rosy cheeks seemed to emphasize his youthfulness. What the fuck? Bringing a teenage boy in to watch a man have his nuts cut off didn't seem like a smart thing to me, but then again I wasn't about to cross the warden and if he wanted his kid to watch then I wasn't going to stop him. Still, looking at the pubescent teenager standing in the room and knowing he was about to watch a man have his balls cut off, for some reason it just didn't seem quite right.

Micah sure didn't like it either! When he saw the boy and the examination table he went ballistic, and after that it was quite a struggle dragging him across the room and getting him secured into position with the restraints. He was screaming up a storm, yelling at me and demanding to see the warden. When he did that the warden laughed, and he leaned over toward Micah and said "Here I am Micah....right here, recognize me? Yeah, that's right, I'm the warden, and right now I'm looking forward to watching you lose your balls!"

I looked at Micah, and his face was white. He knew it was official then! After that he was trying to jerk his arms but he couldn't move them, and once he was flat on his back and his legs were apart in the stirrups he was jerking so hard the entire gurney was shaking. He was bucking his hips wildly, until they brought up the two restraint straps that are centered between his legs, and looped them over to the sides so as to secure his thighs and lock them down. After that Micah could only shake and jerk, and his ability to thrust his hips around was a lot more limited. In fact, there wasn't much he could really do at that point but just wait to be castrated.

I looked at the boy, who was staring with bright eager eyes. Brad Jenson was beaming too, laughing, and he spoke up then and said "YEAH.....YOU LOOK GOOD MICAH! WITH YOUR LEGS SPREAD SO WIDE, YOU LOOK LIKE A GIRL IN HEAT!" Then, turning to me, he said "FUCK YEAH....NUT THE BITCH! HE'S THE BASTARD THAT TOOK RICKY'S BALLS; GET ER DONE!"

I laughed. Micah was going ballistic, and it was obvious that having Brad Jenson in the room was adding to his humiliation and I could not have been happier. Micah was struggling, and those struggles intensified a hundredfold when I nodded my head and the two guards that were helping me began to run a pair of scissors right down the legs of Micah's bright orange institution trousers. Soon enough they had been cut away, and a few minutes after that so had his issue white jockey underwear. Naked, he looked different, a lot less confident, and as he bucked and jerked and tried to break free, I almost had to laugh. Boy he sure didn't want to lose his balls!

His sack hung down between his legs, and without his pants it looked totally vulnerable, swinging free between his legs and just there for the taking. The Scorpion gang member had a big sack, and for a twenty-three year old man his twin balls looked almost to be the size of hen eggs stuffed there in his bag. Boy he had a set of nuts! His cock was half hard, I suppose from the intensity of what was happening as much as from anything else. He had a circumcised cock, which is getting more unusual these days, although for a man of his age it was not that unusual. He had a thick patch of jet black hair growing in tiny curls above his rod, and as I watched the man's pole stirred and began to fill with blood, almost as if it was eager for his castration to begin, even if the rest of him was not.

Brad Jenson was grinning, and it was obvious he was relishing every second of Micah's misery. I glanced around the room, and he wasn’t the only one. Of course, Micah wasn’t smiling, and instead he was just laying on his back with his legs spread wide apart and totally helpless, his big balls hanging between his legs as he struggled and now just waiting to be taken. Everyone else though was so damn excited, anxious even, that the room took on a festive mood. It almost seemed like a party. I don't know why that is, but it seems that's always the case, and for some reason men always take a keen interest when a castration is being done. Yeah, for some unexplained reason men seem to always enjoy watching a gelding, as long as it's not their own balls being taken.

It was time. I picked up the chrome bander, a specialized tool not unlike that used on many ranches and farms. As everyone watched, I loaded two very tiny but very thick rubber rings onto the forked prongs that were made for that purpose. The state provided bander was made to hold the two rubber rings at the same time, and one was colored yellow and the other was green. The yellow band always went on the second set of prongs, so it came off first and would be the band that would cinch off his sack right where it grew out of his body. The green band would come off at the same time, when I pulled the trigger on the device, and it would rest directly below the yellow band. Double-banded, the man's nuts would no longer receive any nourishment from his blood supply, and after that his castration would effectively be in progress. I don't know why, but I love the feeling of power when I snap the rings on a man and cinch closed his scrotum. After that it's really just a bag of testicles waiting to be taken.

Now, I'm not a doctor, and in fact you won't find a doctor willing to nut a man against his will. Of course, I don't really operate either. Still, I'm trained. I've taken the three day course titled Castration 101, of all things, and for the lab work I spent an entire day castrating almost thirty sheep, each a big male with a full scrotum. And of course, since then, I've nutted enough men to know what I am doing. In reality I don't really have to know too much. All that is required is for me to band their balls, then I cut them off, and after that I send them to the clinic and the real docs clean up the mess and help make sure they heal up ok. Of course, no matter how good the docs are, they aren't good enough to give them their balls back.

I pressed the foot pedal on the examination table, and the inner hinge of the table rotated which forced Micah’s hips upward, pushing his big package upward toward me and giving me easier access to everything that made him a man. He jerked hard and tried to pull his legs together. I laughed, and then as he watched I cocked the bander, and the prongs spread the two donut shaped rings of rubber wide apart, wide enough to easily fit around Micah's fat scrotum. His dick was laying off to the side, out of the way, and it was a simple matter to reach down and grab his scrotum, lifting it up and stretching out his nuts. He was shaking, staring at me and what I was doing, and then as he felt the bands being slipped over his big nuts with wide open eyes he started begging me.

"Please.........oh....oh GOD! NO! Don't! Don't do this! Please........please don't castrate me!" he begged.

I grinned, and holding the banding tool while he begged me, I finished slipping the two rings of rubber over his balls, and then I slid them way up towards his body, well above his two big nuts and high up between his legs. The voice left him then, and he stared with wide open eyes, with a look of disbelief perhaps as much as anything.

I looked to my right, where the kid was staring. Billy was fascinated, and I noted the boy's jeans were jutting out, literally, the kid's pubescent boner rock hard and tenting out his pants like a boy in heat. He was fully boned, and his eyes were wide open, eager. Next to him the nineteen year old felon was standing with his arms cuffed behind him, and he was also rock hard, his own thicker teenage dick jutting his underwear straight out. Since he wasn't wearing anything but his underpants, nothing was left to the imagination. His dick was so stiff it was pushing his underwear outward so far there was at least a three inch gap in the front of his waistband, and you could actually see his cock jutting inside, his big nest of pubic hair fully visible to anyone looking. There was no way that his underwear could contain his genitals! Brad Jenson was as hard as any man can be, and at nineteen he had a hell of a cock and it captured my attention. The big bulbous head of his prick was oozing precum and soaking a round circle in the front of his white cotton shorts. As I looked at it I thought of all the young women that had been penetrated by that boy’s eager pole.

I looked down at Micah’s big nuts, and then I looked back at the younger boy, and it occurred to me that very soon the pubescent teenager would be more of a man than Micah, and I smiled with the thought. Then, I looked right into Micah’s eyes, and he locked eyes with me. I winked then, and as I did I pulled the trigger on the banding pliers, and with a loud snap the two rings popped off the prongs that kept them open, snapping shut the top of Micah's big scrotum in less than an instant.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he grunted, and then he pushed his hips upward, to the extent he could. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” he yelled, arching his back, and then he started jerking against all of the restraints after that, pulling with his arms and straining with his legs, trying to pull free to somehow stop what was being done to him. As the bands came off Billy tried to say something, but his voice cracked in a pubescent squeal of pure excitement and that made everyone laugh. Well, everyone but Micah anyway.

Micah was yelling like a crazed maniac, in total panic as he felt the bands of rubber noosing his nuts. "GET THEM OFF! GOD! GET THEM OFF NOW! NOW! OH FUCK.... FUCK THEY HURT! FOR GOD’S SAKE, GET THEM OFF!" he screamed, as he bucked his hips upward against the restraints, almost as if he was trying to fuck the air.

As soon as I banded him his cock filled with blood, and as it did so it lifted upward, off of his belly, and was soon jutting straight upward, at a forty-five degree angle back towards his head. I don't know why his cock got so hard, but it did, and I've nutted enough men to know that most of them had a boner when I took their balls. You wouldn't think that would be, but it is, and Micah was no exception.

I put the bander down, and picked up the state castration knife. It was wrapped in plastic, to keep it sterile. I slipped on the latex gloves, as required, and then I opened up the bag and pulled out the knife. It was a very small knife, insignificant really, and you wouldn't think it would be so important just looking at it. But of course for Micah it was about to be the most important knife of his life, and with it I would take away his manhood with a single slice. There were two knives, side by side, and identical on the tray. Billy was watching everything, and he asked: "Why are there two knives there?"

I laughed, and said: "You never know. I might drop one." Then, looking at the teenagers bulge in his pants, I said to the boy: "I suppose I could always nut someone else too." The kids face flushed bright red, and the smile disappeared for an instant, before he figured out I was messing with him. Still, the youth gulped, and as his fifteen year old Adam's apple bobbed up and down I could have sworn that his pants stirred.

Holding the knife in my right hand, I hefted Micah's big scrotum in my left, pulling it upward and outward so that the two bands were visible. Micah was straining with his neck, looking down, staring at his rock hard dick and his balls that were now gripped in my fist. I pulled harder on his balls, stretching his big sack outward, and opening up a tiny spot of skin between the two bands of rubber. Then, as he watched, I turned the little knife upside down, and slid it under his big nuts, so that the sharp edge rested directly between the two rings of rubber. At that point, time seemed to stand still, and the room grew totally quiet.

I let the moment linger, between manhood and nothing, between power and emptiness, between having balls and not. Then, with a single quick movement of my wrist, I jerked the knife, and pulled the razor sharp piece of steel straight upward, through the bit of all-important flesh that still connected his balls to his body. He grunted as I did that, and in that same instant as his balls came free in my hand, he ejaculated.

Billy's voice cracked again, as he gasped, and Jenson laughed. Micah screamed "NOOOOOOO!" and tossed his head back, and then he just grunted as his prick spewed out his sperm. I don't know why he did that, and it surprised me, and all I could figure was that it was his body's last primal attempt to fertilize something, even if it was nothing more than his stomach. Still, he shot a big load out of his ball-less dick, pumping out the last viable sperm in his body. Everyone watched Micah pump out his jism, his last load as a man wasted, spewed onto his belly in white ropes of cream.

Of course, he would never have another load like that one, and it seemed fitting to watch as his last genetic material was squirted for nothing. When he was done, and his cock had shot the last of his seed, his big dick just seemed to wilt, falling down flat on his belly with the circumcised tip of his prick resting in his pool of spent semen. It just seemed to wilt rapidly after that, and was soon just a shrunken nub of a pole, his once proud dick now nothing but a worthless wilted stub. I had the thought that his dick would probably never get that hard again, and he certainly would never fuck another pussy, and more importantly, he would never father a child. Needless to say, I grinned.

The room was totally quiet, except for Brad Jenson, who was laughing hysterically. He laughed and laughed, and as I looked at him standing there with his big boner jutting out his pants, a slow smile crept across my face. He sure had enjoyed watching Micah's castration! While he continued to laugh, the guards unstrapped Micah from the table, and lifted him up by his arms. He was like a dead weight, a rag doll and all of the fight was gone from him. He was a eunuch now of course, and when he looked up at me I held out my hand, showing him his severed scrotum which was still tied tight at the top, the single green ring visible as it cinched off his sac. As he stared at the big rounded sac of skin that held the two testicles that had been his only moments before, I saw the bile come up in his throat, and for a second I thought he was going to vomit. Brad Jenson laughed again, seeing Micah's expression, and then as they dragged Micah out of the room he called out after him: "Hey Micah.....I'm gonna have your ass! Mark my words! You just wait....cause you're gonna be the new bitch in C-block!"

Then, he turned and looked at me, grinning, and then he said "God that was intense! Hottest fucking thing I ever saw!"

I smiled, and said "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Of course, if you enjoyed it that much, as Billy pointed out, we still have an unused knife."

Brad Jenson was looking at me, and he laughed again, but his laugh had taken on a tinge of nervousness. Then he said "Thanks anyway, but it wasn’t THAT enjoyable!" Then he laughed again, a hearty robust laugh that wasn't shared by anyone. Instead, everyone was looking at him, staring at him, and slowly he stopped laughing as he came to realize he was the center of attention.

As he did, the two guards standing beside him each grabbed one of his arms, which were still cuffed behind his back. I could tell when they grabbed his arms that it surprised the hell out of him. He looked to the right at the man holding him there, a questioning look on his face, and I could see he was about to say something. But I beat him to it and said: "As it turns out Jenson, the Prison Review Board actually authorized two castrations, and it's my sincere pleasure to inform you that your balls are next."

His head snapped around in my direction, and seeing I was dead serious his face went snow white. The guards immediately started dragging the teenage felon towards the big table, and as they did the nineteen year old went absolutely crazy. I've never seen a young man fight as hard as he did, his desperation so great that both guards had their hands full. Another guard pitched in to help, and then another, and with four of them it didn't take that long before they had Brad Jenson flat on his back and his two feet up and in the stirrups, spreading his legs so wide he grunted. Once they had the cuffs on his feet, they freed his wrists, and with two guards working on each arm it wasn't that difficult to get his hands stretched upward and after that he was soon secured exactly where Micah had been only a few minutes before. Of course, unlike Micah, Jenson knew exactly what was going to happen, and he was freaking out with the knowledge. I don't think he could believe the turn of events!

I was still holding Micah's severed scrotum, and it was hot. I laughed, and sat the big back of testicles right onto Jenson's flat stomach, right at the top of the line of hair that was growing up from his groin. I thought it looked funny there, and Jenson’s eyes went as big as two saucers when he looked down at the severed bag of nuts from his rival gang member resting directly above his underwear. He didn't seem to appreciate it.

"OH....OH GOD! NO! OH SHIT....YOU FUCKERS... I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR! I'LL KILL YOU FUCKING BASTARDS IF YOU DO THIS! GET IT OFF ME... GET THAT FUCKING THING OFF OF ME!!!"

It was my turn to laugh. Then I leaned down until I was just inches in front of his face, and I reached out and cupped his own scrotum, still stuffed inside of his undershorts. As I did I said to him very quietly: "Jenson, a few minutes ago you were enjoying the hell out of watching a guy lose his balls. You were really into it, and the only thing that’s changed this time around is it's your balls that are the ones gettin' cut. If Micah's castration was the hottest thing you ever saw, I guarantee cutting your balls off will be a lot hotter and a lot more intense. Yeah, I imagine next to what you just witnessed, the next few minutes are gonna be some of the most intense ones of your life. I know one thing for sure. I don't know how much you'll enjoy the next few minutes, but I'm gonna enjoy the hell out of them, and I can hardly wait to steal your balls!"

He was screaming then, begging, shaking and jerking with every single muscle in his teenage body.

“FUCK YOU! SHIT! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! YOU CAN’T! I’M ONLY NINETEEN MAN.....NINETEEN! THE GIRLS I DID WANTED IT! I SWEAR TO GOD...THEY WANTED IT! YOU CAN’T TAKE MY BALLS FOR THAT!!!!” he screamed out, his eyes wide open as he watched me staring at him.

As he did, I leaned over to him even closer, and slowly put my finger over his lips, finally quieting him, and his voiced died off slowly until I had his full attention. Then I said almost in a whisper: "The little girls got you incarcerated Brad, but it was your association with the gang that’s behind your castration authorization. But no matter the reason, the sad truth for you is that at nineteen your big problem is you can’t stop yourself from fucking young girls. How many have you raped? Ten? A dozen? Two dozen? From what you’ve bragged around the prison, I hear you’ve fucked half the girls in your high school! Yeah, your problem is between your legs Jenson, right HERE, in my hand, and it’s these twin little baby makers that have made you into an animal. You don’t think for a moment we could let you back out on the street to fuck more little girls and fill their pussy's with your cream again do you? I’m gonna do you a favor Brad. Yeah. You like pussy, way too much for your own good. But I’m gonna fix that, right here, right now. Before very long a pussy won’t do anything for you....not anything! You got that? Your fucking days are over. OVER!” Then, I gave his balls a squeeze.

“NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed, his eyes wide open as he took in my words.

I laughed. Then, tightening my grip on his nuts, I said “You made your choices, so deal with them. You sold drugs as a loyal little Hatchet, and moved up in the gang because of it. You did their dirty work, and so now you’re getting nutted for it. The beauty is that you’ve fucked your last pussy Brad. I hope it was a good memory, because when I get done with you you’re not gonna have your balls anymore, and without your gonads, your dick’s gonna be a worthless noodle. But you brought it on yourself Brad, so too bad for you. I have a twelve year old daughter, and so I don’t really have any sympathy for you, and I’m actually thrilled to be the one to cut off your balls. In fact, I’m really looking forward to it even. You know what else Brad? You are right about one other thing. Once the guys in C-block figure out you’re nut-less, they will force you to spread your legs wide and very soon you will be opening your hole like a whore. That's what happens to gang members in this prison, once I castrate them. Mark my words. You’re young and cute and with a smooth body, and once I’ve taken your balls it is definitely going to happen to you. Yeah, I think you hit the nail on the head. You and Micah are gonna be the new bitches of C-block!"

He shook his head and yelled "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO! OH FUCK....... NOOOOOOOO!!!!"

I grinned, and then I gave his nuts an even harder squeeze. He went ballistic, and fought with every muscle he had. Having made my point, I let go of his package, and reached down to his white jockey shorts, and just peeled them down, sliding them down to mid-thigh but leaving them on. His teenage cock jutted out and slapped against his belly. God he had a nice boner and he was as hard as any man can be! He was uncut, a perfect beautiful cock that was a good eight inches of man-meat. The end was big and flared, and his foreskin was retracted, exposing the big head of his dick that was oozing out clear fluid. He was still fully boned from having watched Micah's castration, and his dick showed no sign of going down as his own moment to be unmanned approached.

He screamed, and started struggling, fighting with ever muscle in his body to somehow pull loose and prevent me from doing what I was going to do. As he struggled, the fat warm testicles of his enemy rode up and down on his belly, a reminder to where things were going to go and a testament to the power that I held over him. I picked up the bander then, and loaded another two rubber donuts over the jaws. I didn't see any point in wasting time.

The young felon's eyes went wide open as he watched and felt me grab his scrotum. Compared to Micah's big sack, Brad's nuts were smaller and more typical of a teenager's nutsack, but were still stuffed with big testicles and they were nothing to be ashamed of. As I pulled them down and prepared to ring them, Brad Jenson started begging me, offering to do anything to stay a man. I could only grin as I moved the banding pliers up and slipped the two rings of stretched rubber over his balls. I made sure they were high up, so he wouldn't have anything left once I had nutted him, and then I stood there and paused, holding the pliers in my hand and the rings of rubber waiting to cinch his sac closed. He was straining with ever muscle to stop me, but he of course couldn't really do anything. I said: "Brad Brad Brad Brad....I don't know what's wrong with you. A few minutes ago you were all excited watching me noose a set of balls, remember? Well, your dick's still hard, and you gotta admit this is damn intense. Just relax, and keep your legs spread wide. You need to savor this experience, because unfortunately for you, you can only be castrated once."

Then I looked to the young teen beside me, and asked him: "What do you think Billy? He sure seems excited! Perhaps his cock is eager for me to take his balls, even if he himself is not. What do you think, should be band him now and get it done?"

The kid nodded, and it was then that I noticed the few blond hairs just beginning to sprout across his upper lip. He was right smack in the midst of puberty, and he was tenting out the front of his jeans even more now, and I could imagine his young prick eager in his pants, his youthful balls full of cream. As I looked at him and the eagerness in his eyes, I had the thought that as soon as he could, the boy would no doubt be wrapping his fist around his young cock and pumping out a big load of teenage jism. Yeah, without any doubt this boy would be jacking himself off as soon as he could.

It made for quite a contrast. The young fifteen year old boy was staring at the older teenage felon, whose nuts were in my hand and now just waiting to be taken. Brad Jenson's face was white with fear. In contrast, the boy was grinning, his face bright with eager anticipation as he waited for me to release the bands. It occurred to me that both of the teenagers had rock hard cocks, although only one of them was jutting upward for all of us to see. The boy's of course was well-hidden in his pants, but even so I could tell he was rock hard and his thin pole was tenting out the material. As I looked back at Jenson I had the thought that very soon he was going to be envious of the boy's much smaller package.

It was time, and I pulled the trigger of the bander. The two bands of rubber snapped off the pliers and cinched closed Brad Jenson's sack of nuts in an instant. He bucked his hips and screamed "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" as he felt the sharp pain, and then after that he was struggling like a mad man. Of course, the pain in his nuts removed any doubt whatsoever that I was really going to cut off his scrotum. He jerked with every muscle in his body, and I noticed the patch of dirty blond hair under his armpits was wet with sweat. He sure didn't want to be castrated!

I didn't waste any time. I slipped on a new set of latex gloves, and then I picked up the remaining knife, and ripped open the plastic and pulled it out of its wrapper. Brad Jenson was watching everything I was doing, and the look on his face was one of absolute trepidation, and he looked so scared it was comical. I looked to the warden, and he was ready to have it over with, and he nodded. So, I laid the blade up underneath Jenson's sack, right between the two bands. And then I said: "Here it comes Jenson....I'm going to take your balls now. Take a good look at the boy, because in a few seconds Billy here is gonna be a lot more of a man than you will ever be again. Yeah, in the next year or so the boy's gonna be fucking some hot high school girl’s pussy on a regular basis, while your spreading your legs and getting your asshole reamed by some guy’s thick cock."

Billy's face went beet red, and yet he continued to just stare at the man's nuts in my hand and the knife against them. The boy was so excited he reminded me of a kid at Christmas time.

I hesitated for a few seconds longer. His nutsack had grown into a tight ball, pushed up against the rubber rings and round and full and oh-so-tight. I could actually see the outline of his two testicles inside. I grinned, and then I slowly began to move the knife back and forth, running the serrated edge of the castration knife across the skin between the two rubber donuts. His eyes registered the pain, and his mouth opened. Then, he arched his back and yelled "OH...OHHHH......OH FUCKKKKKKKKK, YOU'RE NUTTING ME!!!!"

As he said that, he ejaculated and as he did he kept yelling while I kept cutting. "OHHHHHH... FUCK ME! ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

I kept the knife moving, but slowly, and as I cut into him I watched him squirt out his load while I took my time and castrated him. His cock erupted like a volcano. The initial spurt shot almost three feet straight out of his cock, and as it did I heard Billy gasp. I wasn't totally without mercy though, and as he shot his load I slowed the knife, easing off on the pull somewhat and allowing Brad Jenson to enjoy to the extent it was possible what was left of his last true orgasm as a man. Jenson's cock shot out a big wad in ropes of white cream, spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt. He shot for close to ten seconds, and it was the biggest load of jism I had ever seen from a man. As he ejaculated, his jism spewed out over the severed sac of his rival, and it seemed appropriate to see it wasted there like spilled paint.

Finally, his balls were empty of his man milk, and at that point I increased the speed of my cutting and then with a final quick jerk I pulled the knife upward, taking the teenager's nineteen year old sack of balls off as I did so. Brad grunted one final time, shocked really and his entire body shuddered as I unmanned him. He also humped his hips upward for a few more thrusts, almost as if he was trying to fuck the air with his nut-less cock while he still had an erection and could do so. Then, slowly, he stopped thrusting, and then he turned his head and looked back at me then, his mouth agape from the intensity of what I had just done to him. I showed him his balls, and when he saw them he tossed his head back, totally defeated, and his expression then was one of total loss. I looked to the boy with a grin, and his face was staring with wide open eyes, and flushed, and it was then that I noticed the circular ring of wetness that was rapidly spreading out from the bulge in his tented pants. The boy had shot his own wad! I laughed, and when I did Billy looked down and seeing the stain in his pants from where his watery jism had sprayed out through the material of his jeans, his face flushed so red it looked like it had been painted.

With that, I sat the newly severed scrotum back down right beside the other one, the two big sacks of balls removed from their owners and now resting side by side, on the belly of Brad Jenson. They seemed to me to be a fitting tribute to the new eunuchs and the evil gang lives they had lived. Brad stared at both of them, his eyes wide open with disbelief at what had been done. I could see the loss in his face, and he seemed just totally defeated and all of the resistance and drive and fight was gone. Of course, without any question he knew his life of fucking young girls was over. I thought of my daughter, and as far as I was concerned, this was justice served. I saw him look over at Billy then, and he saw the wet spot on the boy’s jeans and I can only describe his look then as one of envy. That seemed a good time to finish things, so I pulled up Jenson's underpants then, covering up his spent cock. This time there wasn't any problem with his underpants containing what was left of his genitals. I gave him a gentle pat on the empty spot beneath his pole, feeling where his missing scrotum had hung for all of his nineteen years. I couldn't help myself then, and I laughed and laughed and laughed. Then, without saying anything else, I picked up the two scrotums, and as Brad Jenson watched, I tossed the worthless bags of severed testicles in the trash.

[Authors note: © Copyright September, 2006. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. -nathan9001 @yahoo.com]