His roommate, Pete, wandered into the room. "Whoah," Mike exclaimed. "You shaved!" Yesterday Pete had had shaggy blonde hair and a scruffy beard. Now not only was his beard gone, but his head was shiny as a pool ball.

Pete just smiled and sped past into his room. "I'm late, gotta run. You got some mail; it's out on the table."

Mike didn't even get around until opening it until Sunday, and nearly threw it out with the junk mail. Inside was a letter with an official-looking government letterhead.

Mr. Mike Cavanaugh:

Under State Law 192.375b you are hereby ordered to report to the nearest Processing Center for procedures ordered by said law. Report at 8AM on the date of processing. For questions call the number at the Processing Center listed from 11AM to 3PM M-F. Failure to report on time may result in your arrest.

The letter went on to show the address - Mike knew the street but not the building; it was in an old part of downtown. What procedure was this? Mike wondered. He hadn't heard of any weird state laws...here was the date. The seventeenth...but that was...tomorrow!

The next day, Mike rode his bike out to the address. He rode his bike pretty much everywhere; it was good cardio exercise for him to match the weight training he put himself through. He didn't even break a sweat in the morning coolness, and walked inside at five to eight.

"Excuse me," he asked a receptionist.

"Yes?" she tersely answered, sternly looking up at him over her bifocals.

"I got this letter about some procedure..." Mike started to ask, but she cut him off.

"Room 104. Down the hall," she pointed without looking up.

"Uh...okay," Mike answered, shaking his head a little. He wandered down the corridor she pointed at. A little stand with one of those magnetic letter boards on it had an arrow pointing to a door and "104" on it. Mike went in.

It looked like a doctor's waiting room. There were a few other guys his age in the chairs, some half asleep or reading news magazines. A nurse was doing paperwork behind a window. "Uh...excuse me," Mike asked.

"One minute," the nurse answered, and continued scribbling. After a moment, she put the pen down and looked up at him. "Yes?"

"I got this letter in the mail..." Mike handed over the letter. The nurse just glanced at it.

"Yes, sign in here," she pointed to a clipboard.

"Yes, but, what is..." Mike tried to ask, but she cut him off. These nurses were rude!

"We'll call you in just a minute, they'll explain everything then," she said, and went back to her paperwork.

Rebuffed, Mike went to sit in a chair. He caught the eyes of another guy, who rolled his eyes toward the nurse. They shared quick smile.

Mike only had to sit for a moment before a big bald guy in a nurse's outfit opened a door and said, "Next group, Sheila."

"Only five so far, we had two no-shows. Just take 'em all, Carl," the nurse answered him.

"Come with me, gentlemen," the guy addressed the men in the waiting room.

Mike got up right away and tried to talk to Carl. "Excuse me, sir, what is all this?"

"Yeah," another guy asked. "What's going..."

"Just come this way please, gentlemen, we'll explain everything shortly," Carl answered, herding them all through the door. He looked pretty built under those nurse's scrubs. Mike was a pretty big guy but he wasn't looking for a fight, frustrated though he was.

They followed him back into what looked like a locker room. "Disrobe, please, gentlemen," the big guy ordered them. "Just pick an open locker."

"Hey, come on, what is going on here?" Mike got a little angry.

"Look!" Carl raised his voice, his skin flushing. "Just do it, and as soon as we go through this door, we'll explain everything, OKAY?!?"

Mike shrank a bit under his shouts, but defiantly turned away and pulled his shirt off. Carl paced while the young men stripped. All were in good shape, all lines and rippling muscle. Being jocks, they all checked each other out covertly, comparing themselves to each other. Most were in envy of Mike.

Once they'd all stuffed their clothes in lockers, he huffed himself down and announced, "Now, if you'll all follow me..." he walked toward the door he'd pointed to earlier, opened it, and stood aside, beckoning the young men through the door.

On the other side it was dark, but before Mike's eyes could adjust to the light, he felt a strong hand at his back roughly push him up against something soft, but squishy - like foam. He heard the oofs of the others as they were shoved themselves, and a shout from one.

As soon as Mike hit the foam he felt something close shut behind him. Restraints wrapped themselves around his limbs and neck, and as the foam fell away he was forced into a position where he hanging supine on his back, his legs raised and spread, arms out behind him. As his eyes adjusted, Mike could vaguely make out the others around him, similarly trussed up. In turn they were all rotated to their right, and a conveyor in the ceiling moved them along out of the room one by one.

A bright light shone directly in Mike's eyes. "Ow..." he muttered, trying to blink or move his head to avoid it, but he couldn't - he couldn't turn his head enough, and he could still see it even with his eyes closed. After a moment he stopped struggling and stared at it, transfixed. He felt himself start to fall asleep, growing groggier by the second.

The light moved with him as the conveyor stalled him for a moment. The man suspended ahead of him went ahead, but the device paused for a few minutes before sending the next man along. Mike simply stared at the light during this time, not even blinking. He didn't even notice when the conveyor started moving again.

The light blinked off just as a voice told him to close his eyes. He did so, closing them tightly, and jets of warm gel sprayed out and coated his body. After he was thoroughly wet down, a jolt of electric current went through him. It wasn't painful but was definitely uncomfortable. Mike involuntarily jerked in the restraints as a second and third jolt went through him. The conveyor continued onward, and next Mike was sprayed down with warm water. The water washed the gel away, and with it went all of Mike's hair. "Must have been some kinda electrolysis..." he thought.

Once past the water jets, the light came on again, and Mike's eyes glazed back over. He lay unmoving, his mind blank, even as the knives sliced open his flesh, pulling his cock out at the root. The knives continued moving around Mike's cock and under his sac, plunging deep enough to sever his penis from its root right at the base. He never stirred as the needles and cauterizers pulled his groin shut, stitching him a new pisshole, and leaving a Y-shaped row of stitches were his cock and balls once hung.

Later, Ray, the security guy, watched Mike's group leave on the outside cameras, broad smiles wrapped across their smooth faces. The door to the security booth opened, and the light glinted off Ray's shiny head as Carl came in. "Hey, check this one out," Carl said, handing out Ray's cock and balls. The package had been cleanly packed and pumped full of preservatives to keep it erect and plump, and the whole works shrinkwrapped in clear cellophane. "I'm taking this one home with me," Carl bragged.

Ray's eyes popped. "Wow, that's a big one," he said, taking it carefully in his hands. He felt the weight of the ripe cock, the plump, juicy balls. It reminded him of how his own had felt, but those thoughts left him quickly. He was happier now, something said to him. He much preferred his pants with some extra room in the crotch.

"Yeah," Carl yawned. "I'm just waiting around for the second shifters. Tom's not gonna be in until nine."

"I hear ya. I'm just waiting for the new guy to show up."

"Late on his first day?" Carl chuckled.

"Second. I gotta wait cuz they're gonna run him through today." His eyes flicked over to one of the monitors. "He just ran in the door," Ray laughed. "I expect him any second."

Right then a young guy, no older than 20, jogged up outside the door. "Sorry," he panted, a bit of sweat beading above his blue eyes.

"Just leave five minutes earlier next time, uh, Danny," Ray cautioned the kid, reading his name off the embroidered tag on his uniform jacket.

"Yeah," the kid huffed. "I don't wanna end up like that guy," he eyed Mike's cock in Carl's hands.

"Hey..." Carl started to get offended, then realized Danny was referring to the cock, not him. He then laughed on the inside as he realized the kid probably didn't know Carl hadn't had a cock for a while now. Hell, in about an hour, he wouldn't have one either...

"I still don't know how they manage to find guys who want their shit cut off, ya know?" Danny asked in a thick city accent.

"They manage, son," Ray told him, standing up and stretching. Ray tapped Carl on the shoulder. "Hey, we're both off tomorrow. Can I get a ride later?"

"Eh...okay," Carl laughed. They fooled around together sometimes, but didn't want people at work knowing, so that was their little coded message.

Carl left, and the kid asked, "Hey, Ray, is it okay if my buddy picks me up from work? Can he come inside or does he have to wait out in the parking lot?"

"He can come in," Ray smiled. "Just show him where to go."

"Okay, cool," Danny smiled. "I like this job already."

"Oh, hey, have you had your physical yet?" Ray asked him.

"Uh, no, why?" Danny asked innocently.

"Oh, you gotta have that. Go down the hall, 104. Ask if they can squeeze you in."

Carl came back at nine and poked his head into the security booth. "The kid done yet?"

Ray pushed some buttons on a keypad, and the kid appeared on camera, trussed up, cock and balls dangling between his legs. "Hey, the best part," Ray smiled. Carl came in and sat down. The two of them watched as the blades sliced off Danny's cock and balls, the organs swallowed down into a tube to be vacuum packed. "Looks like he's got another five or ten minutes," Ray said.

Sure enough, exactly ten minutes later, a newly shorn Danny stumbled into the security closet. "Hey, sorry that took awhile..." he slurred, looking a little woozy.

"S'okay, kid, don't worry about it," Ray slapped him on the back, then guided him to a chair. "When your buddy gets here just show him where the waiting room is."