Fucking Tables of the Past - The Warden Talks

I know, why did I use the table you ask? It's a good question, and you are right to ask it. Well, the prison doctor would have nothing to do with castrating them, and I certainly had no knowledge of how to do it on my own. Hell, if just one of the bastards had bled to death or otherwise it had gone badly, I'd have never heard the end of it. The castrations themselves were legal though, 100% legal, as I was authorized to use ANY means to maintain order within the prison. I was hired because the previous warden hadn't done anything, and after Sergeant Frank Kingston got killed and that young inmate got cut up the state's tolerance just went to zero. The final straw was the prison riot in the fall of 66 and after that they fired Henson and put me in charge and told me to take care of things any way I could.

The Fucking Table we had was an old one, but it worked well, and after I read the operating manual I knew it was just the ticket. It was all mechanical, and anyone could operate it, and since it did the castrating for you I didn't have to try and find some other doctor to do it. Sure, the table was old, but the beaver pelt that lined the hole was like new, and the leather straps were in good shape, as was the mechanism. It was a hell of a thing, the motor and the wire and the way that contraption worked.. The original castration wires were long since gone, but we used a thick stainless steel wire, right out of supply, and it worked fine.

Once it was twisted around the scrotum and connected to the take up wheel then it was all over. That wheel would just go around and around, making a twist every thirty seconds, noosing off the prisoners nuts in less than ten minutes. It pinched them off of course, and by doing it that way, and slowly, it crushed the cords and blood vessels as it pulled the wire through the scrotum. Consequently, as it did that there was actually very little blood and not much of a mess. The doctor himself said he couldn't have done it any neater. It was certainly effective, and once we had the loop over their balls they were as good as castrated.

Now, you have to understand, that the entire facility I was in charge of was designed to handle the most incorrigible of youths. Most of the inmates were in there for at least twenty years, and more than half the prison population was serving a life sentence. As a group, they were a bad lot. I think we had members from eleven different gangs operating within the prison walls, and even with the lockdowns and the cell searches we still had an injury rate that was higher than every other correctional facility in the country.

We had the worst of the lot. We had murderers, rapists, robbers, and even a couple of real sadistic groups, and when I took the job the place was out of control. Daily we had rapes, and sexual activities were rampant. In fact, there was a total hierarchy for prison sex where the younger prisoners were bartered and used by the older ones on a daily basis. If you walked the cell block somebody was getting fucked somewhere, and that's just the way it was. In fact, in the entire facility I don't think there were any virgin holes, at least not for the younger boys. In fact, once a prisoner was processed in it didn't take long for him to find himself bent over and raped in every orifice you can be.

It was a real mess, and the prisoners as a whole didn't have much to hope for. Consequently, they didn't have much to lose, and so they would attack each other, and even the guards when they could. You could say we had the roughest juvenile offenders in the country. We got the worst boys, and when they came in they were always between thirteen and nineteen. When they grew older we tried to get them away from the boys--mixing adult men with younger offenders never worked very well. So, as they reached twenty-one they were transferred to other adult facilities. Still, we had more than a few in their early twenties, waiting for their transfers, and some of them were just totally out of control. All the kids were dangerous, but the older and stronger inmates were by far the most dangerous.

After I got there I interviewed the guards, and tried to identify the problems. Nobody had any ideas to remedy the situation, and everyone was curious what I, as the new warden, was going to do to turn things around. With my mandate from the state I had a lot of power to do what had to be done, but still I don't think anyone thought I could do anything that would be effective. I decided right away to set some firm rules in place, and hold the prisoners accountable for any infractions. I also decided that I'd castrate the worst offenders, since it was legal to do so, and I hoped that using them to set an example would get things back under control. Of course, I had no idea just how successful my ideas would be.

Our facility was small as correctional facilities go, and was originally designed to hold exactly one hundred inmates. We were already at two hundred and eighty, and there was talk of building a second cellblock to handle the overflow. As it was, I had a total of one hundred cells, arranged in a giant square that was two tiers high. Most of the cells had three teens in them. It was a situation that was ripe for problems. With three to a cell it was overflowing, and if you dumped them all out into the big exercise yard it was an invitation for disaster. Still, you had to exercise them sometime.

The second day on the job I gathered all of the prisoners in the big lunchroom, and then I made the announcement. I told them in no uncertain terms that I would no longer allow any fighting of any kind, and that any disobedience what-so-ever would have severe consequences. I further said that all sexual activity would cease immediately, and there would be no more sexual acts involving other inmates under any circumstances. I'm not totally cruel, and so I did allow for sexual release through masturbation, although I insisted that it would only be tolerated when done in the privacy of a prisoner's own cell. I don't think anyone believed that I was serious, and from the smirks and giggles my little talk generated I knew I would eventually have to prove I was serious at some point.

Well, they tested me right away, that very first day in fact, and while I knew it would come I was somewhat surprised at how quickly it did. I had already decided I'd nut the first one that crossed me, to set an example, and so I had the table oiled and readied in anticipation. I knew I had to use the table to make a point if I was going to keep any respect. That first one I did was Billy Rickson. He was twenty-one, and awaiting his transfer. He was the worst of the lot, a real bad apple and he had his own agenda and he liked to say he'd eat the warden for lunch if he got in his way.

At any rate, he had been in our facility since he was thirteen and he was serving a life sentence for killing two men during an armed robbery. Anyway, everyday he worked out in the prison gym, and he had chiseled his body to perfection. He was a big man now, especially for a twenty one year old, and his muscles were hard and his body was perfect. Compared to a lot of the younger kids in our facility, he was a man to be feared and his strong body made him a powerful man among a group of mostly teenagers.

Just a few hours after I had made my announcement we caught him fucking one of the younger boys, a fourteen-year old kid that had just come into our facility. Now, don't get me wrong, the young thug was no angel either, and was in our facility because he had beaten up some drunk until the man had died. It had all added up to murder, second degree, with a ten year sentence. Of course, as a young virgin he was prime meat and Billy Rickson had pounced on him right away.

Well, the young boy hadn't been able to stop it, but he had sure squealed like a pig when Billy had raped his ass in the shower room, and he had yelled so loud that we had been able to catch Rickson right in the act, his ass going up and down as he slammed his cock in and out of that boy's virgin rear.

I was furious, and as they pulled him off that young boy and his big fat prick popped out of that kid's anus, I was so mad that I knew something had to be done. Rickson didn't care, and even when we showed up he wasn't scared of getting caught. In the past, for most infractions of a serious nature, the previous warden had sent the culprits to solitary for a day or so to cool down. I guess he too was expecting that I'd do that to him. In fact, all that Rickson said after we dragged him off the boy was "Shit warden...let me finish him at least before you send me to the hole." God. Anyway, I had the boys all locked down in their cells then, and sent the young kid to the doc. The cells were all set up in a square as I said, two tiers one above the other. Since all the cells faced the central floor, that's where I had the guards put the "Fucking Table." I wanted to make sure that every prisoner got to see that things had changed.

Yeah, I had that big table brought right up to the main hall, and set right down there on the main floor right in sight of every single cell. Needless to say, I had quite an audience that first time. Then, as everyone watched, I had the guards drag that Rickson boy right into the room, across the big room stark naked, and strap him right to the table that was waiting for him. It took four big guards to fight that young man--he was as strong as an ox and he didn't go easily. I'll never forget the way he yelled and cussed either, and the way his naked ass stuck up in the air once they tied him to the table. As they were strapping him down I had them slip a little string over his soft cock and then they threaded that down into the hole in the table. That made it easy and with a gently tug on the string they pulled his soft cock through. The hole was lined with that soft beaver pelt, and as he felt that his prick started to go hard almost immediately.

Of course, none of the prisoners had any idea what was happening, and Billy Rickson had no idea either. He kept yelling "Don't whip me....hey, you can't whip me you fuckers. If you dare and try to whip me I'll get an attorney...I'll sue your ass I swear I will!" I just laughed. At any rate, we got him strapped down to the table in only a few minutes, and once the big leather straps were around that young man's muscular thighs and the leather strap was tight in the small of his back, he wasn't going anywhere and was pretty much helpless.

Then, with a nod, they slipped that loop of stainless steel wire over his nuts, with a single half twist to hold it in place. He had quite the scrotum---boy was it fat! I remember how his literally bulged with his big balls, stuffing his sac, and as he struggled and fought the restraints you could see that fat sac resting against the table between his legs. He was a powerful young man, and I think every prisoner in our facility was afraid of him. Of course, we changed that then and there, but at the time nobody suspected where things were going.

I took a microphone then and announced to the entire cell block that I was serious in my earlier announcement, and since Mr. Rickson was unable to follow my directions then he would pay the price. I then said "Your fellow prisoner chose to ignore my edict, and is obviously unable to control his sexual urges. He forced himself on a younger prisoner, which I warned all of you, him included, not to do. Well, I suggest you not ignore me in the future. Now, to make my point I'm going to have him castrated as an example to the rest of you."

You could have heard a pin drop, and the Rickson boy spun his head around and looked back at me as if I was crazy. He said "You can't do that!" I just smiled at him. I also remember there was quite a bit of murmuring at that point, as I don't think most of the prisoners believed me either. That’s when I said "OK...plug in the table and let's get this done."

As soon as the table was plugged in you could hear the whirring sound of the big motor, as it drove the take up wheel and started twisting the thick stainless steel wire that encircled the top of his scrotum. The two ends were secured to the take up wheel under the table, and the loop of wire came up from underneath through the small hole adjacent to the bigger one that already held his cock. As soon as he heard the motor he felt the wire...as it began to twist and twist around and around his sac. Of course, he gasped then, and stared, and then as he realized I was serious he started struggling like a man headed to the gallows.

I went to the edge of the table, and stood behind him so that I was looking right at his young rear as he bobbed it up and down. He was screaming and yelling then so loudly that there was no way to talk, so I had him gagged so I could talk to the prisoners and make a point. Even gagged though he bucked his hips and fought against those restraints, and he grunted and jerked and thrusted like a wild man.

I knew it was important that every inmate knew what was happening, and I figured that if they could watch me unman a big, powerful man that they all feared then there was no way they would cross me in the future. To prove I was totally in control, I reached up, between his legs then, and gently fondled his balls as the wire wrapped itself tighter and tighter around them. As I was holding his nuts, feeling his fat sac and the twin balls inside that defined his manhood, I took the mic and spoke to the prisoners that were watching. Of course, I had their full attention.

"Billy Rickson ignored my policy, and insisted on raping a fellow inmate. Now, if you look you can see that I'm holding his balls, feeling them, and there is nothing he can do about it. As you all are watching he is being unmanned. UNMANNED. Did you get that? CASTRATED. Yes, I'm castrating him! And I'm sure you can see he isn't too happy about it, but make no mistake, he made his choices and now he's going to pay the price. And there is nothing he can do to stop it either. Right now his balls are warm and fat and full of cream, and yet even so I'm going to hold them in my hand until they are no longer his but are mine instead. Don't any of you forget this lesson, or I'll take your balls next time."

The twenty one year old went ballistic then, feeling my fingers tickling his balls, holding them and fondling them as if they were already mine to do as I pleased. It's hard to describe that sense of power of holding another man, holding his balls and feeling his manhood as you take it from him. The table worked flawlessly, the wire wheel spinning and the loop of steel twisting tighter and tighter. As the man felt it strangling his balls he really started to buck his hips, slamming his cock in and out of that hole in the table in the process.

Of course, all the prisoners were watching, staring really, as the big man struggled desperately and literally fucked the Fucking Table. As he fought his bonds he pumped his hips and rammed his cock up and down through the beaver fur. Of course, the soft beaver fur caressed his cock, in a way stroking it, rubbing it and tickling it as he fought his bonds. He grew as hard as a piece of steel...rock hard, and his cock was stiff and eager and literally jutting. His cock was so hard the end of it was sticking out the bottom of the hole, under the table sliding in and out of the beaver fur as if it was a pussy. The young man was totally hard, and as he jerked his body and struggled against the restraints that held him fast to the table, his hips bobbed up and down and his cock went in and out of that hole in a blur. Faster and faster he thrust, and his cock was moving like a pile driver as he fought against the bonds that held him tight.

Even so, the wire grew tighter and tighter, squeezing his balls, and his entire scrotum was soon bulging, pulsating really, as the wire slowly cut into his manhood and started to take it from him. Billy's eyes were wide, in total panic as I held his balls and the machine unmanned him. He struggled like a wild man, totally desperate as that table did its thing. As his balls bulged even more, and the wire started to disappear, down into his sac, I gently tickled his balls and played with the hairs growing on the outside of his scrotum. He felt me holding him of course, feeling his balls and tickling them, playing with them, even as the machine was castrating him.

He spun around and looked at me then, his eyes pleading, and that’s when he started to grunt out through his gag. Right after that he started cumming then, shooting his last wad onto the prison floor, squirting out his goo as he ejaculated for his last time and everyone there watched him do it. He grunted, and shot.....bucking his hips as he squirted, and yet even so as his goo came out I had to work hard to suppress my smile. I never let go of his balls, and just kept feeling them, holding them, as he emptied them and the wire cut through them while he was doing so. He screamed then, screamed and then he threw his head back and that’s when I felt his entire scrotum just come free, quivering in my hand as the wire pulled all the way through and separated his bulging manhood from the rest of his body.

The young twenty-one year old collapsed then, as the twist wire disappeared down through the hole in the table. I held his balls up for everyone to see, hefting his sac of nuts high over my head. Of course, I had made my point then, and I have to say that after that minute things started to turned around for the better.

Afterwards things in the prison quieted down quite a bit, and I had the table taken out and cleaned up to keep it ready. The prison demeanor immediately changed, and for a short while I thought perhaps I'd never have to nut another inmate. I was wrong of course, and actually the second kid tested me way before I thought it would happen. The next afternoon there was a big fight in the exercise yard, and two boys from two different gangs beat the crap out of each other while the others stood around and cheered. The homemade knife made the fight pretty uneven, and event thought the were there fast by the time the guards got them separated one of them was cut up pretty bad and on his way to the hospital.

The whole thing was over gang rivalry, and the kid that had started it was laughing afterwards like it was some kind of a game. He was a Cobra gang member, and his friends laughed with him. His name was William Girder, and he was barely eighteen, although he had the body of a sixteen year old. He sported two prison tattoos, one on his chest and one on his leg. He was one mean son-of-a-bitch. I asked him what the HELL he was doing, and his only response was "Go fuck yourself warden." His fellow gang members laughed when he said that to me. I just smiled, and said to him: "Nah Girder, I'd rather watch you fuck your balls off." With that, I had the prisoners locked down for the evening, and once again we brought the table out.

This time there was a lot of yelling as we dragged him down to it. I had the guards just go get him right out of his cell, and there was quite the struggle as he fought them off. His two cellmates started to help, but I warned them in no uncertain terms unless they wanted to lose their balls too they had better back off, and they did. I think by this time everyone knew I was good for my word and nut cutting was certainly something I would do.

William Girder fought all the way to the table. He had that body of the still developing adolescent, with a firm ass and strong legs, dusted with jet black hair that emphasized the degree of his development. The boy's cock was still thin, but it had a good length to it, and his big balls were low hangers, hanging down loose in his scrotum. His back was defined, into that inverted "V" of youth, and his stomach was flat and ripped. He had some hair under his arms, but not much, and his pubic bush was small and looked like a round patch covering his cock. On his lip there was a dusting of hair, a mini-mustache so-to-speak, and as I looked at what he was trying to grow and contemplated the changes I was about to make, I realized it was a total waste of his time.

Girder's hair was unkempt, and he smelled and needed a shower. After we had him strapped to the table and his thin cock stuffed down the hole, he started struggling crazily then and you could see the sweat glistening off his back. I kept watching his firm ass, rising up and down, sliding his young cock in and out of the table's artificial 'pussy.' I think the feeling surprised him, and perhaps it was the closest thing he ever had to a real twat in his life. We pulled up the wire loop then, and slipped it over the top of his big scrotum, giving it a half twist and setting it in place high up on his sac. His balls were loose and rested on the table top, with that little shiny ring of steel twisted around the top. After that I hesitated, and the room grew quiet.

I took the microphone, and once again made an announcement. "Boys...I told you straight out that things have changed here. I hope you get the message soon. William Girder's about to lose his balls because he ignored my warning, and if I have to castrate every one of you to get your attention then I'll do it. I'm dead serious. Gang violence will NOT be tolerated in my facility!" Then, with a nod, I had the table plugged in, and the big motor came to life and started to twist the wire that encircled the teenager's young and tender nuts.

He screamed, and jerked his thighs together, to the extent the leather straps would allow, and then realizing that wasn't stopping anything he tried to rise up off of the table. The strap across the small of his back wasn't as tight as it should have been, so he was able to rise upward almost far enough to pull his cock out of the fur. Almost, but not quite. As he rose up, sticking his naked ass high in the air, everyone could see his dangling sac that hung between his legs defining his manhood.

Of course, the wire kept twisting, even as he held his ass up and tried to pull his cock up and out of the hole. Around and around it went, tighter and tighter, and as he felt it twisting around his balls he started to beg like a little boy. I had to laugh as his pubescent voice cracked, and then cracked again, and between the squeaks and yelps the youth struggled like there was no tomorrow coming.

He jerked against his restraints, and then suddenly he slammed back down, into the table, as if by doing so he could somehow stop his castration. After that he jerked back up, high, and then back down, and then up and down faster and faster. Soon he too was fucking the Fucking Table, slamming his young teenage ass up and down, pushing his teen cock in and out through the beaver fur, driving himself toward ecstasy even as the machine was unmanning him.

I looked around the cell block, and every face was watching. A few of the teenagers that were watching were squeezing the front of their pants, and three boys, standing side-by-side in the cell directly in front of the table, actually were masturbating as they watched. I didn't care...if watching another boy get nutted turned them on, then perhaps they'd remember the message and things would soon be under control.

I could see the wire getting tighter, and as I stared at that teen and watched the boy sweat as he struggled, I reached out and put my hand on the left cheek of his ass. I left it there, cupping it, feeling his hard ass muscles as he struggled, desperate to save what was already doomed. I liked that table, and the way it nutted him, and once it was running it was fun to watch it happen. His ass was so firm, and he pushed it up and down like a teenager in heat as he humped that table and struggled to get free.

The boy kept moaning as he fucked, "Oh....oh.........oh GOD....oh...oh NO...oh...oh...NO...NO!!!!" Still, his ass went up and down and up and down, and everyone watched as he fucked that table. Of course, his big dangling scrotum started to draw up some, against the wire, and his two big orbs were literally visible in his sac as the skin stretched tight. His balls were big, especially for a still growing teenager, and it was very obvious the boy wanted to keep them. Well, as far as I was concerned he didn't need them anymore, and I knew once they were gone his fighting days would be over.

Up and down the boy slammed his ass, and in and out his cock went through the fur lined hole. I was holding his ass, feeling his muscles when he started to ejaculate. He yelled out "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and started cumming, and his semen just jetted onto the prison floor as everyone watched. The boy squirted and squirted, his teenage cream pumping out of his dying nuts and splattering across the floor like raindrops. I think he squirted for close to a full minute. Finally, he was empty, and that’s when he started just shaking the table, as the wire disappeared into his scrotum and cut its way through his manhood. He continued to buck his hips and struggle as the wire was pulled through his nuts, and I felt his ass and enjoyed his struggles as he screamed and screamed and screamed.

He threw his head back and screamed even louder, and then his entire body shuddered and his eyes rolled back in his head. That's when his nuts came off. As it happened the motor accelerated when the resistance ended, and the little loop disappeared down the guide hole and his balls dropped free on the table. The boy arched his back as that happened, and he gasped one more time and then his chest heaved in great sobs, sucking in air, his eyes open wide with disbelief at the emptiness he was feeling between his legs. As his balls came off his thin cock squirted one more little squirt of jism, a final, defying last act as his growing manhood was taken from him forever.

Some of the watching inmates applauded, obviously happy to see the gang member castrated. I looked to the boys in the cell that had been masturbating, and it was obvious they had cum as the boy was nutted. Well, so be it...at least they would remember the lesson. As for the teenager on the table, he just laid there after that, quietly, the sweat dripping off his body as he collapsed, defeated and now a eunuch and an example for the others. He had tears in his eyes as I walked around and looked at him, face to face. I reached out and stroked the wisp of a mustache with my thumb, and as I felt the fuzz I had the thought that this boy's rush to manhood was over. That made me smile.

Anyway, that's how it all started, using the table at the boy's prison where I was the warden. It was certainly effective, and needless to say things at the prison improved rapidly once I put that table to use. One thing for certain is that I had every inmate's attention after I nutted that second lad. I guess I could go on, and tell you about the others, but by now you have the idea and I certainly don't want to bore you. Still, I'm proud of what I did, and I'd do it again given the same circumstances.

[Authors note: Adult fiction. © Copyright July, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments appreciated.]