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Fucking Tables of the Past - The Invention Story I'm not really famous, not really, but it's true that I did invent what has come to be called the "Fucking Table." My name is Hans Tanner, and I was born and raised in Poland. I attended medical school, and later was employed as a physician for the state. I've always liked to tinker with mechanical things, and when I was a boy I enjoyed taking apart watches and repairing clocks. Anyway, as a doctor it was never my intention to end up doing what I did, but when the war broke out and the Germans occupied our land then things changed. During the war years marshal law replaced most of the pre-war legal system and punishments for criminal activity increased in both frequency and severity. By the mid 1940's the local governmental tolerance for misbehavior became virtually non-existent, and at some point in there they started using castration as a sentence and I was there and as a doctor the task by default became mine to perform. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but more something I was made to do. Still, I wouldn't be honest if I didn't say that while at first I hated doing it, later I found satisfaction in unmanning the thugs and criminals that were sent to us. It's not that I really enjoyed it, so much as it was that I slowly came to realize they deserved it, and so it was something I could see the value in. While in modern Poland it doesnt happen anymore, it had some positive points and it would be hard to argue that the crime rates were lower than they otherwise would have been. Still, castration is a pretty serious sentence, but during those years it became common for a number of crimes. I guess in the very beginning I was doing about twenty a week. If they had let me do it right, the way it should be done, then it would not have been difficult and the invention of the table probably would never have happened. When a bilateral orchiectomy is performed in a surgical setting, its a simple operation and one I can do in about fifteen minutes. Of course, if the patient isn't willing, then he needs to be under general anesthesia, and after he's out then its a simple matter to open the scrotal sac and tie off the vas deferens and primary blood vessels, and then to remove the Testis one after the other. Only a small incision is required, and there is virtually no bleeding when it is done correctly. When the patient wakes up a he hardly knows what has happened. Of course, his bag is empty and that's immediately obvious, but other than that he's otherwise not injured and the recovery time from the operation itself is usually short and easy. Of course there is no sexual recovery for the castrated man, but that is intentional and is an expected outcome of the procedure. But while a surgical castration is not difficult, it is an operation and has to be done correctly. However, right away I found that the proper surgical procedure was not something I was allowed to perform. For one thing, it was important to those administering the program that the men being castrated were taught a lesson, and also used to set an example for others who might be contemplating similar behaviors that had been deemed unacceptable by the government. Because of that, many of the castrations I performed were filmed or photographed, and then the movies or images were used to educate the populace on the consequences of defying the law. Consequently, it was deemed from the beginning that using any anesthesia at all would be counterproductive to the deterrent factor. Further, eliminating the pain factor would reduce the overall punishment and that was the opposite of what was desired. Because of those reasons, I was prevented from doing it with any painkillers what-so-ever. Perhaps even more importantly, they were needed elsewhere for the war effort. Now, that created a number of significant problems for me. When you are castrating a man against his will, and he is allowed to remain conscious, then he will fight you throughout the procedure. There isn't a man alive that will willingly spread his legs and just lay there and watch you cut out his balls. No, men will fight hard to keep their manhood, and I've yet to find a man whose balls were not important to him. Further, if no anesthesia is used, then the pain will be significant, and that will intensify his struggles and make things even more difficult. There is no way you can restrain a man completely, not to the point where he cannot move at all, and consequently trying to suture closed a blood vessel or carefully excise one testicle through a small slit in the scrotum becomes extremely difficult when the patient is in a panic and he's screaming and struggling so hard the entire table he's tied to is shaking. In my experience men being nutted will fight with an almost inhuman strength, jerking and thrusting and fighting with muscles that are straining in almost superhuman ways. I've seen men being castrated break leather bonds and snap ropes that would hold them in any other circumstance. So, right away it became quite apparent to me that trying to do a surgical operation on the unwilling subjects who were wide awake and fully aware of what was happening was virtually impossible. As a surgeon I really wasnt sure what to do. If I just excised the entire scrotum, which of course could be done with a single slice of a knife, the open wound that resulted was massive, and it was possible the procedure could prove fatal. Trying to suture closed a cut of that magnitude on a struggling prisoner was virtually impossible, although on the few times I tried it that way I found that once the criminal's balls were taken then for the most part the struggling ceased abruptly. Still, it was not a good way to go and the loss of blood was high. Initially I had the men being nutted tied down on their backs, with their legs spread and their cocks taped up across their bellies to keep them out of the way. I would then tie the sacs with a leather cord, tight, trapping their balls downward in their scrotum and making them vulnerable in the process. The string tended to hold the skin closed after the slice was made, which minimized bleeding, and so when the knife made its cuts the knot of leather kept the bleeding in check. Additionally, once the man's balls were taken he would usually just lay there quietly then, stunned really, and so it was easy to put a few sutures under the string to make sure that the wound did not open later. Most of the castrations went well with this method, but some did not, and there were a few where the string came off when I took their sac. At first I just took the entire sac with a very quick, fast slice, that accomplished the actual unmanning in less than a second. I really enjoyed that aspect, of turning a struggling man into a eunuch so fast it was almost beyond comprehension. One second they were a man, with a hard stiff dick and a full set of balls, and the next, they were nothing. God it was fun to do that! Still, things did not always go well, as I said, and when the knot came off then it turned badly in a hurry, and there were a few that I had to struggle with just to keep from bleeding out. When it went bad it turned into a mess quickly, and normally at that point I had to sedate the patient and take him right into surgery if I was going to save him. The problem was that a scalpel or a sharp knife tends to make a clean cut, and when the ends are smooth they tend to bleed easily. Further, once the sac of balls were removed then there wasn't much that kept the leather tie from slipping off. I knew with the number of men I was castrating that I had to find a better method, that could be easily performed by anyone and which would give good results on a consistent basis. We were nutting full grown men as well as the teenage hoodlums and vandals by then, and even I made a mistake from time to time. In fact, when the teens were being nutted I would sometimes lose my concentration and even miss the jerk of the knife. Then, as luck would have it, one evening while at home, I was slicing cheese with a wire cutter and that is when I got the idea of getting rid of the knife altogether. It seemed an inspiration, and so the next day I tried it, on a college kid whose big mistake was getting his girlfriend pregnant. This time I had him tied face down, with his legs spread, and then I took a foot long piece of wire and twisted it around his balls, right at the top of his sac. I slipped in a short piece of wood, as a handle, and then began to twist the handle around and around. Of course, that made the loop grow smaller, and then smaller and smaller, and yet it was a very slow process and I wasn't sure if it would work or not. The wire I used was a short piece of piano wire, which turned out not to be ideal and was a little thin for the task. Nevertheless, it slowly pushed into his scrotum, and as it worked its way down through the tissue I knew I was onto something. My wrist wore out as I was twisting and twisting and twisting, but I kept at it and after about twenty minutes I finally managed to twist that wire right through that lad's nuts. What surprised me was how little bleeding there was. The wire cut into his flesh, but it also pinched the tissue under it as it was doing so, and so the ends of the blood vessels were literally crimped closed and smashed as the wire did its work. It seemed to me to be a perfect solution, except for the minor problem that it took longer and caused a greater amount of pain than the quick slice method. Of course, as a deterrent, that was highly desirable, and so the wire method immediately was favored by my superiors. That boy had screamed like a wild animal as I had nutted him, and I'll never forget his piercing cry or the intensity of his struggles. It was obvious it was extremely painful, and the pain was intense and long lasting and that made it even better for our purposes. The second man I castrated that way was in his thirties, with a huge, hairy sac, and I knew if it would work on his balls then it would work on any man. He had a beard, and these black, penetrating eyes, and he had his head bent around and was watching me the entire time I was nutting him. I'll never forget his look as I slowly took his balls. On him I went to a thicker wire, of stainless steel, with the thought that it would crush the tissue more and that turned out to be a correct assumption. The thicker wire was the key, and after I tried it I knew I was on to something. Once again I made a loop with the wire around the man's testicles, and then slipped a wooden handle into the loop and twisted it closed by hand. The thicker wire was harder to twist though, and it took longer, and I think from the reaction of the man being castrated it must have hurt a lot worse. Of course, the pain level wasnt important, at least not to any of us that were administering the program. What impressed me though was the way that fat wire was pulled through the man's balls---it took a while but when it was finally over there wasnt any blood at all. His skin was smooth there, and it just looked like his skin had been pinched together, into a little bundle where is scrotum had been attached. It was really amazing, and if I hadn't seen it I would never have believed it. The downside was the man cussed and yelled and screamed louder than any man I had ever heard before, and his yelling was so intense it made you want to cover your ears. In hindsight we probably should have gagged him. But we were trying to gauge the pain level, and it was immediately apparent that the thicker wire and the slow twisting action prolonged the man's misery and was extremely distressing for him. Of course, that pleased the men I worked for, and it was immediately apparent that we had a new level of deterrence that went far beyond anything we had achieved before. There was little doubt that anyone watching a man being nutted in this manner would do virtually anything to avoid suffering a similar fate. Of course, the problem was that it was a slow ordeal, and there were limits to how much my own wrist could endure. It was difficult, and painful in my wrist, and keeping up the constant twist-twist-twisting that was required to castrate the man was just not something I could do all day. The number of castrations had picked up too, and as the workload increased the need for something practical became greater and greater. The hand twist method just wasn't the answer. Some days there were as many as three dozen men that had been sentenced to castration, and so lining them up one after the other and then trying to twist a wire through each one of their sacs just didn't seem practical or realistic. The idea for the motor and for the table really just slowly grew in my mind. It was born out of necessity, because I needed someway to nut a large number of men, easily, one after the other and without any fatigue factor on my part. I took one of the thick wooden tables from the prison dining hall, and attached the leather straps on the corners to hold the men who were to be castrated. Then I drilled a small hole, about the diameter of a pencil between where the men's legs would be. I wanted the small hole directly under their balls. For the twisting mechanism, I used an electric quarter hp motor in that first table, because it was something I had at home and it seemed adequate to do the job. There was a worm gear already attached on the end of it, and so I just ran a shaft with a geared end up to it, and attached a pulley on the other end. With a belt I connected the small pulley to a much larger one. I had this big steel flywheel, from an old gasoline engine, and I used that. The motor was mounted vertically, and the pulleys came off of it, so that the flat big wheel ended up horizontal, directly under the small hole in the table. I drilled too small holes in opposite edges of the big flywheel for the ends of the wire. When the motor was plugged in the wormed gear meshed with the gear on the one drive shaft, which turned the pulley which was belted to the bigger flywheel. It just happened that the gearing turned the wheel at two revolutions per minute, which worked out to make a twist in the wire every thirty seconds. It just happened to come out that way, and while I thought that would probably be too slow it turned out that it was about right. I'll never forget that first time I tried it. I put an apple on the table and looped a wire over it, and then plugged in the table and watched as the wire was twisted closed and in about ten minutes sliced it right in half. God my heart was pounding then. Of course, I had to try it for real the very next day. I probably had about twenty men watching me, as the first prisoner of the day was dragged out and strapped face down on that table. He was very young, just a seventeen year old German teenager, and I don't think he was even shaving yet. But he was a soldier, and had been caught deserting his unit, and there was no sympathy for him. In other wars he probably would have been shot, but they just wanted to nut him and then send him home as an example to others. I hated the Germans, but he seemed cute enough, although from the obscenities he was yelling it didn't bother me at all to nut him. Anyway, he fought like a madman, and it was obvious from the beginning he had no respect for authority. He yelled and spit and called me a thousand names. I tried to smile and not let him get to me, and he was hot to look. He was the pride of Germany, a strong German youth, with short, blond hair and deep blue eyes to match. Physically, he was a perfect male, with strong thin legs and a bubble butt for an ass. His body was chiseled, from hours of hard work and exercise, and he was toned to perfection. As a young man, he was the finest example of manhood you could ever hope to find. Once he was strapped down, I took about a five foot length of wire, and put it under his testicles and then made a twist in the wire to trap his balls. I then threaded the two ends of the wire down through the hole in the table, and then pushed them into the two little holes I had drilled in the big flywheel. I twisted them around the edge of the flywheel, and then clipped off the excess with a pair of pliers. Everyone was watching me, trying to figure out what was going to happen. The boy had no idea. Several ranking officers had come to observe his punishment, and there was keen interest in the table and what it was designed to do. While everyone watched, I finally had things ready and so I reached down and plugged in the table, and the table made a whirring sound, as the big flywheel started to spin, going around and around, making a single revolution every thirty seconds. All eyes were on that boy's sac. You could slowly see the thick wire, and as it began to draw up and the loop grew tighter, suddenly the boy realized what was happening. God he went crazy then! He started begging, and then as it tightened up further and started to hurt his begging became desperate and his pubescent voice started to crack. He was jerking like a madman then, pulling hard against his restrains, and his ass started bobbing up and down. I've never need a boy struggle as hard as he did. It seemed to go on and on, his desperation rising to greater and greater levels, and yet we were all smiles as we saw the wire slowly being drawn down, and into his sac of nuts. I don't know how long he screamed, but he threw his head back and his eyes were so damn wide. I don't think he could believe what was happening. What was especially gratifying for me was that I was there watching, doing nothing really, but watching the table do the work. I watched that boy sweat like a pig, as he fought the wire that was noosing off his manhood. Finally, about ten minutes after I had plugged in the table, the motor sped up when it no longer had to resist the boy's sac of balls. When that happened the boy collapsed, the wire having been pulled all the way through his balls and leaving him a nutless eunuch. When I unplugged the table the men watching applauded. The boy's balls came off still in their bag, the end all pinched closed by the thick wire and the German officers that had come to watch were laughing. There wasnt a drop of blood, and from the way the boy had cussed and screamed I knew we had taught him a lesson he'd never forget. When we pulled him from the table he was limp, like a rag doll, and yet it was quite apparent that he had spilled his seed, as there was a mess on the table and his belly was wet with it. We used the table that way for several weeks, however, it didn't always go perfectly and not all of the castrations went as smoothly as that first boy's. One thing we noticed was about one in four of the men being nutted either ejaculated or urinated sometime during the ordeal, and every once in a while a man would do both. A lot of men pissed themselves, and I think that was much more common than those that ejaculated. Whenever they made a mess on the table it had to be cleaned before the next man could be put down on it and of course the risk for infection was increased. I hated that but there didn't appear to be a solution. All I do know is that pretty soon the entire table reeked of urine. Another and more significant problem we were having is that some of the prisoners struggled so damn hard that they would fight and jerk side to side, and that would jerk the wire as they flailed. We had four total failures, where the wire actually pulled out of the take-up wheel, and when that happened we had to stop everything and try to reinsert it. One man, in his twenties, jerked sideways so hard that he kept pulling the wire out and it broke off short, and so I finally just had to reach down with my knife and take his balls the old way. He bled badly, and I almost lost him. Afterwards, there was a long discussion about abandoning the table, and yet I knew we had something but I just needed to work the kinks out. I went home and studied the table, slicing up some plums and a few apples. There was nothing wrong with the wire, or the takeup wheel. It finally occurred to me that the problem was really in the restraint; if I could keep the man's balls centered over the hole where the wire was throughout the castration process then the problems I had been having would be eliminated. The fix was fairly easy. I added two leather straps to hold the prisoner's thighs. That way, he couldn't move side to side, and so regardless of how hard he struggled his balls would stay pretty much where I needed them to. As I was securing the straps to the table I was thinking of the messes some of the men had been making, and that's when the idea of the hole in the table to accommodate the prisoners cock just popped into my brain. When it did I almost laughed. At the time I wasn't trying to build a sexual aspect into the table, although it did turn out that's what happened. It was just a practical idea for practical reasons. If the table had a hole in it to accommodate the prisoner's cock then if the man squirted out a load of jism or emptied his bladder his cock would be sticking down through the table and therefore it wouldn't make any difference. To my line of thinking, if he wanted to empty his bladder into the dirt under the table he could, and there would be no mess to clean up and no delays getting the next prisoner strapped down on the table for the next castration. I played around with several ideas for the hole, finally coming up with the obvious angled hole which immediately became the standard. It just seemed a natural choice, and since most men's cocks stick upward, at a forty-five degree angle when they are erect, that just seemed the best way to drill the hole. That way, if the man did get hard then the hole would be angled to accommodate it. It turned out that worked well, and in fact it made a natural channel that accommodated the cocks of the men being nutted perfectly. Now, the idea for the beaver fur wasn't apparent, and that took a few days before I stumbled upon it. At first, when I had the hole drilled I knew I would have to line it with something, because the wood was very rough and there was no way to get it really smooth. I tried sanding it, but the grain of the wood within the table was very rough, and it was immediately obvious that if a man's cock was rubbing in and out of that hole then it would become raw long before the castration had been accomplished. Consequently, I tried different materials, but nothing worked totally satisfactorily. Anyway, as luck would have it, one evening while I was out to dinner and while I was there I noticed a lady dressed in a fur coat, and of course as soon as I saw it I knew it held the answer I was seeking. The coat was so unusual during the war years that it caught my attention, and perhaps that's why the idea came to me. At any rate, the actual choice of using shaved beaver pelt was a matter of luck; there was a friend I knew who trapped fur animals as a hobby and he had a damaged pelt he gave to me for nothing. I just rolled it into a tube and slid it into the hole, and then spread it out on the top and underneath the table and stapled it in place. It was crude, but it formed a fur lined channel, which was silky smooth and yet was still tight enough to grip the cock of the man being castrated. It didnt matter after that how violently the man being nutted struggled, as his cock was well protected and no matter how fast he thrust it or rammed it into or out of that hole, it would not be injured and I knew that the fur would protect it well. The triangular shaped piece of fur that was stapled above the hole gave the table the appearance of having grown a woman's pussy, and when my superiors saw it they laughed so loudly that I thought I'd have to change it. However, they liked the connotation so we left it that way. Regardless of how it looked, the idea worked far better than I could have ever anticipated. For one thing, once the man's dick was inserted within the hole, which was part of the process of securing him to the table, it was apparent from the beginning that most men found the fur channel very stimulating. Almost all of them very quickly became erect, and once they were hard, most men didn't urinate, so the problems I had been having of the men pissing themselves were eliminated as a direct consequence of the hole we had made. Before the fur channel was added to the table, it was fairly rare for a man to ejaculate while he was being castrated. Certainly, only about one in four would make a mess at all, and like I have said, usually those that did just pissed themselves. The man that ejaculated was a very rare thing, at least before the fur hole was put into use. However, that changed immediately when the hole was added for the prisoner's dick. In fact, once it was in use and we started putting the men's pricks into that hole when we strapped them down, virtually all of the men ejaculated during their castration. In fact, for the younger prisoners, more than a few came twice while the wire was twisting off their nuts. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing though, and it didn't really create a mess, since their jism was pumped out of the hole and ended up in the dirt underneath the table. Of course, it did give the table a reputation, and it wasnt long after it was being used that way that it took on the name of a "Fucking Table." I didn't object to the name; it was like the men fucked the table and the table fucked them back by stealing their balls. For most of them, it was a good thing to watch happen. The table in practice worked far better than I could have imagined. The first man that was nutted on the improved table was five days past his nineteenth birthday. He was a tall male, with strong powerful legs, and a tight firm ass that was muscular. While I don't remember why he was being nutted I'll never forget the way he struggled. We had a little difficulty getting his prick in the channel, as he was very afraid and when we got his pants off his dick wasn't much more than a little nub hiding like an egg within his nest of pubic hair. I remember looking at it when we were strapping him down and I didn't even see that there was much of anything to even go in the hole. However, we did manage to get the tip of it in the hole and then we strapped him into position, and as we were making the preparations we noticed he had grown hard. It happened very fast, and that really surprised us, because we had not anticipated it would happen and up until that time it had not been the norm. But it was immediately apparent that the soft pelt of the beaver must have caressed and stimulated his rod, and so the man's dick had just grown rapidly within the fur channel even while we were securing him for his castration. By the time the wire was looped around his nuts and the table was ready to be activated, the end of his dick was sticking out of the bottom of the table, the round purple head of it engorged with blood. He was fully hard, as hard as any man can be really, even though he was petrified and about to lose his balls. When it was noticed and his erection was called to his attention his face flushed red with his embarrassment, and that's when I knew we had added another dimension to the prescribed punishment. When I plugged in that table and the big wheel started twisting the wire around his balls, he felt it right away and that's when he really panicked. I remember watching him with absolute fascination. His hips just started pulling up as far as the straps around his thighs would allow, and then he would slam them forward, hard, into the table. Then he would repeat the process, slamming his ass up and down, against the straps, trying to break them. Of course, it gave the impression he was literally humping the table, which in a manner of course he was. His cock was long enough that when you looked under the table you could see his prick without any problem. With each thrust you could see the tip of it pushing its way out of the fur, in and out, in and out, almost like you were watching a man fucking a pussy only from the inside out. It was something to see, and he was struggling so hard that it gave the appearance he was fucking with a vengeance. His struggles went on for several minutes, and then, with a grunt, he threw his head back and ejaculated. His cream came out in ropes of cum, lines of it really, shooting out from his stiff dick and jetting into the dirt under the table. He gasped loudly when he started to shoot, and then after that he seemed to cum and cum, and even to this day I can remember it was a hell of a load. Of course, at the time we didn't realize that most men would shoot a big wad when strapped to the table and stimulated by the fur, and since he was the first one to use the fur channel we had not expected it. Still, he shot for almost a full minute, thrusting into the table with a desperation that only a man being castrated can fully demonstrate. Finally, his balls were empty, and his wad petered out to a few droplets, and then a long line of goo just dangling down from the tip. About that time, he opened his eyes really wide, and shuddered, straining with every muscle in his body to try and pull his legs together. He screamed then, a piercing almost inhuman cry, and at that instant his balls just came free from him, the wire having been pulled all the way through them. He grunted after that, loudly, and made a gasping sound, and then, like the wind leaves the sail, he just collapsed, completely spent, and totally and completely defeated and unmanned. The initial test was so successful that after that we always used the table. For one thing, it was so much easier, and for another, there was no fatigue factor what-so-ever. Once the man was strapped down and the motor activated, we just waited and watched until his balls were pinched off by the wire. Nothing could be easier, and there were no bleeding problems, or mess to worry about. We could nut them one after the other, all day long, and so soon enough we started getting men from other provinces because we could handle them. We started stripping them before bringing them to the table, to expedite the procedure, although we normally let them keep their underpants until their wrists were strapped down to the table. They came quieter that way, and seemed less likely to fight us as we were strapping them down. Of course, once their wrists were secured then they were pretty much helpless. At that point we would either slide their underpants down and then secure their legs, or, more often, just secure their legs and then rip their underwear from them. Technically, we didn't have to castrate them naked, as we could have left their shirts on and it would not have made any difference. However, we all agreed that seeing them naked added to the deterrence, and the spectacle, and besides, I personally enjoyed watching the men sweat as they were being nutted and so the less clothes they were allowed to keep the better was the view. Using the table gave us a lot more options that the surgical method, and as we started to understand the table better and became more familiar with it and how it worked, we began to take advantage of some of its capabilities. For one thing, for the men who were losing their balls because of sexual indiscretions with a woman, we started to invite the women who had been victimized to attend the punishment of their assaulter. Rape was a major problem during the war years, and by making an example of the rapist we helped to keep that particular crime in check. I thought it was good that we invited the woman to attend. Only about half the women accepted the offer, but for those that did I found it very entertaining and it definitely added to the deterrent factor. Once we had the male in position, we brought the woman out so he could see her. I always liked their expression when their faces flushed with the recognition. We left it up to the woman if the man was gagged or not. Some of the ladies wanted to hear the man scream when he lost his balls, but others just wanted to listen to him sweat and struggle and grunt, and they had no interest in listening to anything he might care to say to them. When a woman did show up I would invite her to hold the man's scrotum while we castrated him, and most of the women accepted the offer and seemed to enjoy the power it gave them. Once they grabbed the man's sac, I would plug in the table, and allow the wheel to begin to spin and the take up wire to begin to close the noose on their scrotum. The men would usually buck and jerk, and often look over their shoulder, their eyes begging, staring at the woman that was holding their manhood. As the woman they had previously fucked fondled their balls, they would gasp and scream and beg like there was no tomorrow coming. Some woman tugged on their sacs, almost as if they were anxious to get them off of them, while others just hefted their bag of balls and squeezed the contents to feel the orbs that had driven the man to his misdeeds. As the loop tightened the bag would become tight, and the individual orbs would become visible through the thin skin of their scrotum. For the male losing his balls, that's when the pain really started to hurt, and as the wire dug into their flesh and started to pull its way down into their sex tissue most men would panic and start struggling like a maniac. For most of the women, I think they enjoyed that, and they would squeeze on the man's balls harder then, just to remind him perhaps that they were the very reason he was getting his nuts pinched off in the first place. I remember this one brunette, who had insisted that the man who had raped her be gagged before she held his balls. The man was yelling into his gag, and that made the woman laugh. I have no idea what he was trying to say to her, but his eyes were wide and he grunted like a maniac. All the while he was mumbling out his protests, the machine was tightening the wire noose around his nads. At the same time she just fondled his balls, playing with the hairs on his nuts and even tickling them. She also was talking to him the entire time, telling the man how big his nuts were, and how she was enjoying holding them and playing with them. When the wire started to bite into his nuts the man's expression changed, and he started to really panic. That's when she told the man she hoped it hurt like hell, and she just kept fondling his balls and telling him how wonderful it was to watch him getting neutered. The man's eyes were wide with fear and panic the entire time. He squirted just before his nuts were severed, and as he ejaculated the woman was laughing, laughing in great heaves as she said "That's it....shoot your last wad.....empty those balls and enjoy your last boner. Make sure they are good and empty, cause I'm about to own them." As she said that he shuddered and then his balls came free in her hand, and when they did she just laughed and laughed and laughed. We did a lot of men for sexual crimes, and for the most part I don't remember any one of them in particular. Infidelity was frowned upon by the local magistrate, and so we had a number of married men get themselves castrated by cheating on their wives. One particular case I'll never forget. There was this tall blond woman, thin, and sexy as hell. Why any man would want to cheat on her I'll never understand. Anyway, she was in her mid forties, and when she came to watch her husband get castrated she brought her two teenage sons. The only crime that her husband was guilty of was cheating on her, but he was of Slavic origin and she was a powerful woman and so the courts had not been sympathetic to him. Consequently, he was strapped to the table and so I looped his nuts, and then plugged in the motor and let it begin his unmanning. His wife was staring at him with a look of anger on her face, her arms crossed and her eyes slanted. She was just staring at him while that motor twisted the wire around the top of his scrotum tighter and tighter and tighter. The man's kids seemed to watch with fascination, and I don't think they ever took their eyes off of his balls and the thick wire that was pressing into them. The weird part about it all, and the thing I think I remember the most, was that the whore he had paid to fuck had asked to come too, and so she was there for his punishment along with his family. The wife wanted no part of it, or her, and was satisfied to just watch it be done. But the whore stepped up to the table at our invitation, and grasp his balls in her hand and fondled them as the wire dug into them. She taunted him, as she held his nuts, talking to him the entire time. "Go ahead guy....go ahead. Show your wife how you fucked me....go ahead and show her. Move your hips and pump your dick...you know you want to!!! Go ahead, start your humping and shoot your wad. Don't be shy....show your woman how you like to fuck!" The man just stared at his wife, and kids, and didn't move at all. He just lay there, strapped in position, with his legs spread wide and those thick leather straps up around his thighs holding his legs apart and keeping his balls totally vulnerable. His face was bright red, and it was obvious he was totally humiliated. He didn't struggle, but just lay their quietly and let the sentence happen. In fact, the way his face was so red with embarrassment I didn't think he was going to move at all, and I figured he was just resigned to his punishment. But as the wire started to be pulled down into his scrotum, literally disappearing inside of it as it was being tightened up by the motor, his eyes went wide and the pain of it started to get to him. I guess that's when he couldn't sit still any longer. Suddenly he jerked his ass up, high, just slammed it up against the restraints, trying to get that wire off of his nuts. Perhaps it was more of a reflex, or more likely just the desperate act from a desperate man. But once he started trying to get loose, he just totally panicked, totally, and started to slam his hips up and down, hard. Then he jerked them back up, and then down again, and after that he was just humping the table, like most men do, just humping it up and down and up and down. His family was watching him do that, and the look on his boy's faces was one of amazement I think more than it was anything else. They watched their dad slamming his hips up and down, shoving his cock in and out of that fur lined hole like a piston, ramming it in and out and fucking that table like a rabbit. To me, it was obvious that when that man had felt the castration wire biting into him he went totally crazy, suddenly oblivious to everyone watching. Once he felt the wire crushing the tissue of his nuts there was nothing but that wire and his nuts and that wire and his nuts. The whore laughed then, really loudly, and then she started mocking him and saying: "Yeah....that's it....fuck that pussy....fuck it fast and hard. Push your cock deep in that hole! That's it, go ahead and fuck it, show your wife and boys how you fucked my twat and cheated on your family." His wife was totally disgusted, infuriated even, staring at her husband and listening to the whore as he fucked the table that was pinching off his nuts. He was really desperate, and started to scream, arching his head back as he screamed from the pain. About that time he ejaculated, and as he started to squirt his boys' eyes got really wide, as their dad splashed out ropes of cream into the puddle that was under the table. He literally grunted out his last and final load, which was thick and copious, shooting it out in white lines of goo. As he was ejaculating, the wire finished making its trip through his balls, and so they came off cleanly into the whore's hand. She lifted them up, grinning; holding his balls and the essence of what had made him a man. The wife saw them come off, as he was squirting, and that was the only time I saw her smile. Then she reached out and took them, saying "The bastard's balls are MINE!" The whore didn't argue, but just laughed, and then she slapped the new eunuch's ass with her hand and laughed and laughed and laughed. It occurred to me as the wife and her two boys left, carrying his balls, that she had taken her husband's house, and his car, and his kids. The courts had also awarded her all of his money, and had even taken his balls and given them to her as well. It was a hell of an example to others, and there wasn't any doubt at all that cheating on your spouse during those years was a very bad idea. There was one other castration where the woman involved did something that stayed with me long afterwards. There was this teenage girl, only fifteen years old, who had been raped by a nineteen year old black Frenchman. Now, the race card made it a bigger deal than it would have been, but even without it the underage rape was a serious crime and the punishment would have been the same regardless of the color of the skin of those involved. The black skinned lad had attacked a white girl though, and had been caught red handed with his prick in her pussy and her screaming for help. On the day of his castration the girl was there, along with her teenage brother, an eighteen year old youth that looked a lot younger than he was. The boy was mad as hell though, and had come to avenge his sister, and asked us if he could fuck the boy's ass while he was being nutted. My superiors thought that was a great idea, but allowed me to make the decision. Of course, I was intrigued enough that I allowed it to happen. It made for quite an interesting castration session. The black youth was very hot looking, with brown eyes and a strong, powerful teenage body. He looked like he had been built for fucking, and his legs were well-muscled and his back came into that perfect "V" shape that defined perfection. His nuts were big too, huge really, and just looking at them it was easy to imagine them full of cream. What caught my attention those was that big black cock--it was a huge dick and it was the biggest hose I had ever seen on a boy his age. It was jutting up proud, out of his mound of curly pubic hair, and I had the thought that when he lost his balls his big cock would never be quite the same. Anyway, once I had the loop of wire over his big sac of nuts, and the nineteen year old rapist was in position and secured in place, I plugged in the table and let justice be carried out. One thing I'll say, is that the machine didn't care what color of skin the man being castrated had. It did its job the same way regardless, and that man got nutted just like every man before him and every man since. Of course, it hurt like hell for him but that was true for everyone that lost their balls to the table so his castration wasn't anything special. Still, there were a few differences. For one thing, the girl had brought a stool, and she set on it right in front of the man that had raped her, wearing a checkered skirt and a blue blouse to match. I figured she was sitting so close to him so she could watch his expression as he lost his balls, and it did not occur to me that she had any other purpose. But soon enough, as the wire loop started to grow smaller and he felt it on his nuts, she she surprised all of us by spreading her legs and lifting up slightly on her skirt. She didn't have any underwear on, and while the angle was wrong for me to see much she did not have me in mind and so that wasn't a problem. She was seated directly in front of the black boy, and it was immediately obvious to me that she had planned this, giving a view of her twat to the boy who had raped her. I guess she wanted him to see what had been his downfall, and he certainly stared at it so perhaps she was on to something. While he was staring at her young pussy that he had raped, her brother looked at me, and I gave him a nod for him to proceed. The boy unsnapped his jeans, and slid them down, and then off. He was wearing boxer shorts, which were tented, and he pulled them down just far enough that his young cock sprang out. He had a typical teenage dick, growing and yet thick enough, stiff and hard and eager. Still, it wasn't much of a hose when compared to the big dick of the black youth, and next to him it seemed small and insignificant even. It certainly was a lot thinner. But it was rock hard, and his pubic hair was thick though, but it was localized to a small area just above his prick. He had no hair on his belly, and there was no line of hair growing upward out of his patch. But the end of his cock was big and round and purple, and his foreskin was drawn back and the eye of his cock was dripping. It was obvious he had been contemplating this for some time, and he was definitely eager to get on with it. He spit on the black boy's ass, to lube it up, and then put his hands on each of his cheeks and spread them wide. He pushed his own hips forward then, until his stiff white cock was resting up against the man's pink hole. Time seemed to stand still, and the black boy jerked his head around to stare at the white boy who was about to mount him. To me it seemed appropriate, and a good payback for what had happened previously to the girl. I don't think the black kid had anticipated being fucked, and I saw his ass slam shut as he tightened his muscles in a vain attempt to keep from being penetrated. But before he could say anything the white boy pushed forward, hard, thrusting his cock all the way to his balls in a single, hard push. The black boy screamed, and then slammed his head back, as he felt the white cock penetrate into his guts and stuff his hole with the white boy's manhood. After that the black teenager panicked and started to struggle like there was no tomorrow coming. After that the two boys just seemed to be locked together, the one underneath struggling, his big fat cock sliding in and out of the beaver fur as the other boy rammed his smaller cock deep into his ass. I couldnt see the wire, but I could hear the motor, and I knew the noose around the black boy's nuts was getting tighter by the minute. It was quite the view, and quite the memory. The girl's brother was just banging away, his sac of nuts slap-slap-slapping into the black boy's bottom, his entire nuts swinging as he thrusted. You could tell he was really enjoying it, and the tightness of the hole he was fucking was obviously making him feel incredibly good. While her brother was humping the black teenager, the girl was teasing him at the same time, showing him her young snatch and the last pussy he would ever have. The two worked together, the girl doing the teasing while her brother slammed his cock in and out of his ass. After about eight of nine minutes the brother started squirting out his cream, cumming inside the ass of the black youth and filling him with his white boy cream. He shot such a load that his sperm boiled out of the black boy's ass, and was dripping down onto the table and against the dark skin of the male being castrated so it was very easy to see. I think the black boy felt the other boy squirting out his load, and as it jetted into his prostate it was enough to put him over the edge. Suddenly, he yelled out "Mother Fucker" and then he was ejaculating too, his strong ass gripping the cock in his hole in rhythmic contractions as he shot his massive load under the table, squirting it out in the dirt. It occurred to me that it was quite a contrast, the white boy pumping out his hot load in the black youth's tight ass, while the black boy squirted in the dirt while his balls were being squeezed right off. I will say that the black boy shot a much bigger load, and his big cock squirted it out with a lot more pressure. It was obvious immediately that he was much more of a man than the girl's brother, although that all changed a few minutes later when the wire finished its task and his big sack of balls dropped free. He threw his head back and screamed then, a long shrill terrible scream as his manhood was stolen from him. I don't know, but it seemed a good justice, although watching him shudder and spasm as he lost his nuts perhaps it was a bit extreme. At any rate, his fucking days ended in that instant, and as a present we gave his black scrotum, still stuffed with his two big nuts, to the girl and her brother. When we pulled him off the table his big cock had shrunk to one tenth of its former size, his last boner gone forever. As I looked at the dead worm between his legs it occurred to me that his fucking days were definitely over. I think I should take a minute and say for the record that in occupied Poland we really didn't have a lot of control over who we were told to castrate. I mean, I wasn't picking them out or anything. Still, in spite of the rumors at the time, we never nutted young boys, and for the most part the majority of the men we unmanned were in their twenties and thirties. There were some exceptions, and we did quite a few eighteen and nineteen year olds, and there were also definitely a few hoodlums that were just seventeen. But there weren't many, and I don't think we did any younger than that, at least not while I was there. The teenage males though did hold a special fascination for me. For one thing, they were so strong, and so full of youth and vitality, that it is hard not to notice that their growing bodies are still sprouting their way into manhood. Consequently, when they were strapped to the table and were losing their nuts, I found it very intriguing, and watching them sweat and struggle and cry out with desperation was a tremendous turn on in ways that other age males were not. They sure didn't like losing their balls! Of course, I also found a great deal of satisfaction in nutting a hoodlum, and the vandals were especially satisfying to unman as well. I nutted teenage boys that stole things, or were known as mischief makers. They would laugh when they did their crimes, but they never laughed when I took their balls as a consequence. No, for some reason none of them every thought that was funny at all. I always monitored every castration done by the table, and while it was a machine that was doing the unmanning it was still my responsibility as the physician so I stayed close and made sure things ran smoothly. Whenever I had a teenager getting nutted, I usually stayed especially close, and I often ran my hand over their back and would often touch them in various places as they were being castrated. I liked doing that, and it allowed me to feel their muscles ripple and their bodies grow tense as the wire tightened. As an example, I remember this red headed lad, with a wisp of a mustache and a big set of balls between his legs. He was just eighteen, and had broken into several shops. He was caught twice and warned, but the third time had got him sent to us and that had cost him his balls. He was a typical problem causer, but after we nutted him I heard it calmed him down and after that he wasnt a problem anymore. He fought hard when we nutted him, and strapping him down took five men. Once he was secured with the straps on his wrists, we pulled down his underpants. He was up on his knees as it was done, and so we ended up ripping them to get them off. I think it was then that he realized he was screwed. His cock was just beautiful, about six inches. It was semi soft when I saw it, growing out of a patch of pubic hair that was sprouting above it. I was the lucky one that ended up grasping it and feeding it into the hole in the table, and I gave it a few good tweaks and a couple of pulls just before I did. I'll never forget his expression when I guided his cock into that fur channel, and I was staring at his eyes and they just went oh-so-wide when he felt that feeling. As we secured the straps up between his legs and locked his ankle restraints in place, he was jerking and struggling. Before we had him all tied down he pulled his hips up, high, and then back down, and right away he was humping that table as only a desperate teenager can. He had a beautiful ass, round and perfect, and I remember staring at it as he pushed it up and down, driving his boy pole deep into the fur with every push. He had a little bit of red hair on his legs, and a small patch above his prickle. I liked looking at his hole, the way it was puckered, and it had a ring of hair around it that seemed to accentuate the importance of it. He was struggling so hard that he was sweating, and I ran my hand through his hair and felt the wetness of it. The nape of his neck was drenched, and he was sweating all the way down his back and it was glistening too. He was humping that table hard, long before I got the wire over his nuts and even plugged in the machine. He was screaming too, and begging, begging me not to unman him and to give him another chance. He begged and begged, and even as he begged I set the wire in place and made the single twist around the top of his sac. I had to draw his testicles down in his sac before I set the loop, to make sure that the noose would be well above them when it twisted to nothing and took his sac. I plugged in the machine, and he really started struggling then. I figured he was probably a virgin from the expression he had made when his cock first slid into the fur, and as I watched his ass going up and down I was mesmerized by his sexuality and the intensity of his thrusting. I reached around him then, until my fingers found his nipples, and for whatever reason I toyed with them, playing with his nipples as his teenage hips thrusted in desperation. At first I just ran my fingers in circles around his nipples, as I stared at his little pink rosebud of a hole and watched it going up and down as he fought the wire around his balls. After a minute or so I pinched his dime sized nipples, just squeezed them hard and pulled outward on them both, tweaking them. When I did that he gasped, and said "Oh...OH GOD" and when he said that the sperm in his balls just boiled out of them, shooting out his cock in lines of cum. The red headed youth shot a huge load, squirting it out in shot after shot. He was being nutted during the end of the day, and consequently there was a puddle of semen under the table from all of the males that we had already castrated. He squirted his load right into it, his boy seed literally splashing into the puddle like a stream from a hose. His cream jetted violently into it, in squirt after squirt after squirt. With the puddle under the table, it seemed like he was ejaculating more sperm than he was, but even so, it was a hell of a load by any measure. Finally, it was over, and yet he never stopped thrusting. I was staring at his balls, and they were big, and swinging. As the loop tightened around the top of his sac, they swung more, like a pendulum, his entire scrotum swinging beneath his legs as his recently spent cock stayed hard and continued to slide in and out of the fur. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. The wire was thick, and as it was twisting tighter and tighter he started to feel it as it began to dig into his scrotum. He started screaming then, begging with a new intensity as he started to feel the castration wire begin his unmanning. He knew it was happening, and yet there was nothing he could do but live the feeling and wait for it to occur. Still, he bucked his hips even faster, and was straining every single muscle in desperation as he struggled to break his bonds and somehow stop what was happening to him. I licked my lips, and stared at his big balls and his beautiful hole, with its ring of red hair. I ran my fingers down the center of his back, and then rested my right hand on the left cheek of his ass, so I could feel his struggles and the muscles in his ass as he humped it up and down. I allowed my fingers to slide toward the center of his bottom, as he struggled, and just let my hand ride his bottom up and down as he pushed his cock in and out, fucking the table as his nuts were being noosed. This went on for quite some time. I savored every minute of it, and his nuts were large enough that it did not happen quickly. I slowly watched as the wire began to disappear inside of his sac, pressed into it as the loop continued to grow ever smaller. The wire was growing smaller and smaller and tighter and tighter, slowly pinching off the top of his sac one tiny millimeter at a time. God he was sweating! He knew then, and could feel it, feel that wire, and as he did his mouth went open and his eyes stared wide. I could see his muscles straining, his hips jerking upward hard, very hard, trying to break the leather straps that held him down. I knew it was about to happen. As he thrusted forward I rested my middle finger on the rosebud of his ass, just letting it sit there, on the edge of his hole. I rode his ass that way for several more minutes, and then, as the wire dug in even deeper I slowly pushed it in. At first it was just a bit, but I savored the feeling as his muscles in his ass gripped my finger. He could feel my finger in his ass, and the look of shock on his face is something I'll never forget. Just as he was feeling the wire deep in his nuts and the end was near, I pushed my finger deep inside, all the way in until I could feel his prostate. I worked my finger over it, massaging it, and when I did that he threw his head back and looked at the sky and grunted then like there was no tomorrow. As he did that he ejaculated again, for one last time in his life, and when he did his ass gripped my finger in rhythmic pulsations, timed with the squirts of his last and final load of jism that was jetting out of his teenage cock. His entire body shuddered, and then his balls came free. I heard the motor speed up when the resistance was eliminated, and the wire disappeared down through the little hole and was making a click-tick-clicking sound as it went around and around on the flywheel and was no longer twisting anything. He still jetted out his semen from his ball-less cock, and that went on for about thirty seconds or so. Finally, spent, he was done and that's when I shut down the motor. I picked up the youth's balls then, and for whatever reason I set them down on the small of his back, letting them rest there above his ass. I wanted him to feel them for one thing, and it did seem fitting to put them there, just for the moment, and so I just let them sit there as the boy collapsed, spent and exhausted and unmanned. As a hoodlum, he had fooled around one time too many, and in doing so he had bet his balls and lost them in the process. One of the things that we did four times a year was to bring out the boys from the local juvenile youth facility, a special school for wayward youths. Most of the boys in the school were incarcerated there with sentences ranging between six months to a year, and their ages were between thirteen and eighteen. All of them had done something wrong to be sent there, and they were a mix of hoodlums that had a reputation for causing trouble. The government felt that letting those boys watch men lose their balls would have a strong deterrence factor, and might keep them from ending up with a similar fate. It was a good theory, and there is little doubt that it had to make an impression. I will never forget one of them. When I first saw him he was just thirteen, with deep brown eyes and long black hair. He was a cute little boy, not yet into puberty. But what I remember about him when I first saw him was the little boner in his pants as he watched the men getting castrated. I also remember his high pitched voice, and the way he mocked the men being nutted and laughed at what was being done to them. I saw him again when he was fifteen, and it was obvious he had got himself into trouble again and was back with a different crowd of kids. He still looked very young. His pants had a bigger bulge the second time I saw him, and he had also grown a wisp of a mustache across his upper lip. His voice had deepened too, and it cracked has he laughed and made fun of the men getting castrated. But other than that he was still just a boy, and he was barely into puberty compared to the other boys that were with him. But he still loved to mock and make fun of the men being punished, and he would laugh at them and clap when they started screaming from their pain. I saw him one last time, two years later and just a few days after he turned eighteen. That last time when I saw him they were dragging him out and he was dressed only in his underwear, his arms shackled behind his back and he being led to the table. Boy he struggled! I remember how surprised I was to see him, and when his eyes met mine I caught the recognition and I smiled. The boy's face went white then. It just happened that his school mates were there that day, and so they were watching with a special interest as one of their own was getting what they probably all deserved. Even at eighteen the youth had the body of a much younger teenager, and while he was well into manhood he still had a ways to go. He had virtually no hair under his armpits, and when they got him to the table I decided to pull his underpants off then and there, so that his friends could see him naked before we strapped him down. I wanted to add to his humiliation, and it was important to show his schoolmates a lesson they wouldn't forget. As I was reaching down to them I could see they were tented out, the boy's cock eager for the table even if he was not. Once his underpants were off, I got a good look at his black bush and his teenage meat, and what surprised me was that it was so sparse it almost looked like a boy's bush instead of an older teenager's. However, his cock was typical for a teenager, thicker than a boys and his was a good six inches in length. His nuts had started to grow too and his bag was full, although they still had a long way to go before they would reach their maximize size. Of course, for him, his nuts were as big as they were ever going to be. I learned that he had been released from the school a few weeks before, and had made the mistake of messing with the Russian army, which just after the war was a very bad idea. Since he was eighteen there wasn't any sympathy for him from my superiors. I think he could have gotten himself hung, and if the Germans had still been in power that no doubt would have happened. But he got lucky, and since he looked like such a young boy they had decided to just nut him instead, which probably accomplished the same thing as far as ending his role as a troublemaker. It was apparent to me that his fascination for the table was exciting him, even though it was his own balls that were about to be taken. Still, when we jerked his underpants off and started to pull him toward the table the kid panicked and went absolutely ballistic. One thing though that I won't forget is that he was rock hard, almost like his prick was anxious for his own castration to begin. His boner wasnt lost on his schoolmates, and they called it to his attention and laughed at him when it was noticed. All the laughing made the boy's face go red, beet red, and he was so humiliated he fought desperately to get away. We secured him to the table, his cock bouncing as we strapped down his wrists. He was trying to stand even with his wrists locked down, and so I took his hard cock in my fist and guided it into the beaver pelt channel and my aids took his ankles and stretched him out, lowering him down to the table that would unman him. As I did, I said to him: "Here you go boy.....you've been waiting for this for a long time. Go ahead, feel the fur and enjoy the table's pussy." As I said those words we pushed down on his ass, so he fell flat on the table and his cock slid right into the fur and all the way in so deep the tip of his dick popped out the hole on the bottom of the table. The boy gasped when he felt that, and before he could react we brought the two leather straps up between his legs and secured his ass in position. The boy's expression was one of absolute fear, but there was something else there too that was akin to the look of excitement and anticipation. He had seen a number of men of course castrated on the very table he was being tied down to now, and so he knew exactly what he was in for and he fought desperately to prevent it. At the same time, his cock was harder than I've ever seen a cock, and he was definitely turned on by the prospect of being castrated. Perhaps it was a fantasy; perhaps it was something else. Whatever the reason, he was rock hard and his cock was dripping way before I ever put the noose around his balls. I reached up between his legs and hefted his young sac of nuts. They looked like the balls you would expect to see on a fourteen year old. They were tender, and very young looking, and quite small to be on a boy of his age. They were devoid of any hair, and were so tender looking I knew that the wire would not take long to pull its way through them. I let his balls go, and picked up the wire, and made a half loop and slipped it up and over his little sac. As I did that, I cinched it up, so that his two little testicles would be trapped low in his sac, and there would be no problems with his unmanning. Then I threaded the two ends down through the small hole, and hooked them to the big twist wheel. The boy was staring straight ahead, at his schoolmates that were watching him being prepared for castration, and they were smiling and laughing as he was looking at them. As soon as the wire was in place, I leaned over the boy and grasped his nuts once again, and when I did I said to him: "Are you ready boy? I've watched you before.....you like to watch a guy's nuts getting noosed. It's your turn now....so enjoy the experience. It's a shame you have only one set I can take." The boy's eyes were so damn wide, and he was breathing heavily. I plugged in the machine then, and the wheel started to turn, making that whirring sound as it started to twist the wire. As soon as it started, the youth gasped and started to shoot out his load of semen. The very idea of being castrated was too much for him, and he squirted out his watery load as his schoolmates laughed and clapped. I was still holding onto his balls when he ejaculated, and it was interesting to feel them pulsating in my hand as he emptied the cream they contained. He squirted for almost a full minute, pumping out his teenage jism for all the world to see. Afterwards, he struggled, and then before long he was just thrusting into the machine, pulling his hips up as far as he could and then slamming them down again. Each time his cock slid in and out of the beaver fur, in and out. He stayed hard, even though he had just ejaculated, the way only a young teen can. His cock was still rock hard, the end flared and purple, and he slid it in and out of the soft beaver fur with an increasing intensity. The wire loop grew tighter around his nuts. I could see it start to dig in, and the boy felt it too then. Up until that moment I think he was enjoying what was happening, in a certain sense at least. However, once that wire started to bite into his sex flesh, I think the fantasy of being castrated ended for him and the pain that came with the reality of the experience took over. You could see it in the youth's eyes, as the pain started to intensity and that's when he started begging. Suddenly he panicked, and started thrashing against his bonds, suddenly desperate to get his hands loose and to save his balls from their destruction. His cock was still rock hard, but his balls grew tighter, quickly, and the wire started to disappear into the tender flesh that defined the top of his scrotum. His started to scream then, and then to cry, the tears flooding out as he lived the feeling that no male ever wants to feel. He bucked his hips like a crazed youth, thrusting his cock in and out of that fur-lined hole, in and out, fucking the Fucking Table as if it was the last pussy on earth. Of course, for him, in a way, it was, and so he fucked the beaver fur with a vengeance, faster and faster and faster. He threw his head back, and for the last and final time in his life, the young boy squirted out another load of jism, jetting it out of his cock in a line of white cream. It was as if he was desperate to fertilize something, anything, before he lost the capability to do so. But his wad jetted into the dirt instead of a pussy, wasted there, his last load of living seed wasted for nothing. As he was shooting the last of his spunk, the pain intensified a thousand fold, and then, finally, and forever, his balls were separated from his body and his unmanning was complete. He collapsed then, and his head went face down on the table, all the fight gone from him in that instant. Immediately, his final boner began to shrink too to nothing, no longer nourished by the balls that had given it life since he had started his trip into puberty. His manhood was gone forever, and his days of sex and boners and loads of cream were gone with it. The teenager totally collapsed then, and the tears came in a flood and after that he lay there whimpering, totally spent and exhausted and unmanned, while his schoolmates laughed and laughed. Suddenly, one of them started clapping, and the clapping grew into a thunderous applause that I knew would remain with him long after he was unstrapped from the table. I picked up his severed scrotum, still stuffed with his balls, and held them in my hand, and then to make a point I grabbed the boy by the forehead and jerked his head back, so that he was forced to stare at his friends and they were looking into his eyes. Then I held his balls under his chin, so that he could see them there and his friends could see him looking at them. I saw a flash go off, as a camera captured that instant, and as it did it made me smile. One thing I was certain of, is that this boy would never forget the day he fucked my Fucking Table and it took his balls. I could go on I suppose, but then again I've told the tale and explained how the table came into being. Of course the design was never patented, and it was copied by others and there were many variations of it in use around the world. I know that it was used for cruel purposes in come quarters, and all I can say to that is that I had nothing to do with those cases. I was only an inventor, and my table was designed for a unique time in history where it was needed. In my case, the table I made was used by a sanctioned government, to punish criminals who had been sentenced by a court of law. It worked, and worked well, and I am not ashamed of what I made. ==Signed== Hans Tannner, MD [Authors note: © Copyright July, 2004. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments appreciated: [email protected]] |