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Guilty There wasn't really any doubt about it, although I still had to go through the motions before I nutted him. The girl was there, to seek her revenge, and her brothers and parents were there to watch it be done. As for the male, he was tied into position, still wearing his boxer shorts but otherwise stripped of his clothing. As per the law, I would extract a load of semen from him and then wait for the DNA check. Then, once the crime was confirmed, I would take his balls. My name is Janice Heffimeyer, and I am a state punishment specialist. I have been trained in the appropriate medical procedures required, and I am board certified to perform judicial castrations. I've been doing this for quite a few years, and I enjoy my work and I'm good at what I do. I looked at the crowd and it made me smile. Several of his college mates were there allegedly to give him support and to root for him, although the reality of it was probably somewhat different than that. I figured that they really just wanted to see it be done, even if they would never admit it. Sure, they probably sincerely wished him well, but the reality in my experience is that most of them had probably come with at least some subconscious hope that they would witness an unmanning. Well, they would not be disappointed. He had about thirty minutes left to be a man, if he was lucky, and there was an eagerness in the crowd that had gathered to watch that is difficult to describe. I don't know why that is, why other men are so enthralled when they watch another being castrated. Perhaps it's something primal, perhaps a subconscious satisfaction in knowing that a competing male has been taken out of the gene pool. Perhaps, or maybe it is just because it is entertaining, as long as you are not the male who is being nutted and it's not your bag that's getting snipped. The man waiting for my knife was just a typical college kid, a sophomore and hot to trot and oh-so-cool. He was tall, with a thin build, but he had muscles in the right places and his legs were strong and powerful. He struck me as a runner, or a swimmer perhaps, and his ass was firm and his thigh muscles rippled underneath his boxers. I couldn't see his bag, not yet, but soon enough it would be exposed for everyone to see. Right now it was so important to him, the all important purse that held his balls, but soon enough it would be empty and after that it wouldn't be very important to anyone anymore. I almost giggled with that thought, but I held it in check, and instead waited for the time and for it all to begin. He was secured faced down to the judicial restraint bench in the usual manner, with his ass over the metal bar, keeping it perched up and high, and with his ankles, thighs, and wrists tied out with leather restraints. The table was positioned so the male was facing the crowd of witnesses, with his legs spread wide and held apart. There was a metal ring locked around his neck that kept his head pulled forward, in a way forcing him to stare at the people that were staring back at him. He wasn't able to look down, or behind him, so he would not be able to watch me when I castrated him. Still, he would feel it, and know it was being done, and that would be enough to teach the lesson and to make an example of him. Behind his ass was a rather large mirror, that was set up so that the witnesses could watch me empty his sac. I liked the mirror, as I thought it was appropriate to show everyone when it was done. Right now he was scared, but still hoping for a miracle I think. His lawyer had told him to plead not guilty, to deny the charges and hope for the best. If he had admitted fucking her, then it would have already cost his him balls, and there wouldn't have been any need for a DNA check. Of course, the one advantage of pleading guilty is that it would have got his sac numbed up with lanocain before it was emptied, but he'd have ended up castrated non-the-less. As it was, he had taken the other route and claimed nothing had happened, daring to say that he hadn't done anything to her at all. Of course, he knew what had happened, and her pussy was definitely filled with some man's cream, so somebody had done her and of that there wasnt much doubt. His only hope to stay a man was to claim it wasn't his and hope like hell that the lab agreed with him. Of course, I could tell, just looking, that it was a long shot at best, and from his expression and look of worry it was obvious to me he had had his cock in her pussy and had no doubt filled her with his cream. In my experience, the miracles are rare, and so I was virtually certain I would be nutting him. Of course, you never really know for sure, and until it was confirmed then it could go one of two ways, and we wouldn't really know for sure until he had squirted and the lab had done their work. I knew what his lawyer was banking on. Many college girls will fuck a handful of men in a single night, and then later point the finger at one of them. In those cases the DNA may not match, and if it doesn't then the accused man goes free. But for this boy, I didn't think there was much chance of that. It hadn't been that kind of a party for one thing, and she wasnt that kind of a girl for another. Well, no matter; we would soon know. He would stay locked down onto the bench until he was found to be innocent and released, or until his unmanning was completed. So, he was waiting, and when you are waiting to lose your balls and know you have been fucking when you shouldn't have been then it's not a good place to be. I looked at him, and studied his hard body. A college stud, young and sexy and just oh-so-perfect. He had dirty blond hair, and wide, green eyes, and there were a few pimples on his still adolescent looking face. For a twenty year old he was strong, and sexy as hell, and it was easy to see why the girls would go for him. Under his chin he was letting the hair grow, but there wasnt enough of it yet to call it a beard. It was mostly fuzz, although it was thickening up somewhat. Of course, if I took his nuts then it was a wasted effort. Right now he was sweating as I looked at him, and there was a dampness to his armpit hair that was obvious and apparent. His back too glistened, and his eyes were darting around. He was scared shitless As I looked at him I noticed that occasionally he would strain his muscles and test the bonds that held him fast, and when I saw him doing that I wanted to smile. I really don't know why young men like to fuck so much, and why they aren't more careful and think before they chase the girls that get them into so much trouble. I've castrated more than fifty young men within the last year alone, and you would think they would figure it out by now. Hell, half of them were high school boys! If I was a teenage boy, knowing the law, I'd make damn sure I waited until marriage, when the act would be sanctioned and the risk would be zero. But I guess boys have been fucking unmarried girls since time began, and they will probably continue regardless of the risk. This kid was no exception. With a little underage booze to cloud his thoughts, and a hot girl with big tits wanting to party, the sex that resulted was no doubt quick and spontaneous. Still, you have to be careful, and you have to know and to trust the girl you take to bed. For him, hell, he had barely met her, and now it was about to cost him everything. I had little sympathy for him. He knew the law, like every boy his age. Unless you are married, then you don't have a license to copulate. Without the license, if you jump in the sac with a woman that is not your wife then you are taking a risk, and you had better be darn sure she likes you and wants it to happen. Even if she consents, if she was under the influence of booze or drugs then she has until 24 hours after the act of intercourse to change her mind and to file charges against you. And that happens more often than you might think. It rarely goes to trial. If she goes to the police and files charges against you, and they find a load of semen filling her vagina, then the law requires the accused male to be arrested and restrained until such time as his guilt or innocence can be determined. If the semen in the girl matches yours, then you are guilty, plain as day, and when a man is guilty of sexual assault then castration is the mandatory punishment. I looked at the college girl, the one with the big tits that was waiting now to see the crime against her avenged. It was easy to see why she had attracted the boy and had drawn him into her pants. She had long, silky blond hair, and she was as sexy as any woman on the cover of a magazine. Her big melons were firm and jutted up in her blouse. Yeah, it was easy to see why the kid had wanted her. Sadly, she had probably wanted it too, in fact, no doubt she had urged him on and had encouraged him in a hundred subtle ways. Of course, afterwards she had changed her mind. I noticed the religious emblem around her neck, and perhaps it was the guilt from her upbringing that had made her go to the campus police the day after the party. I don't know why that is, why some girls feel ashamed and dirty after they have done the deed, but a lot of girls do and this one obviously was one of those. Once she made the assault accusation, then the blame for the act rested squarely on the boy's shoulders. And of course, it also rested on his balls. Once she had made her accusation, things happened quickly. The police sent her to the hospital, where the swab was taken and the rapists DNA was isolated. Since she wasn't married, as soon as they swabbed out the load of semen from deep in her vagina, then that confirmed that a sexual crime had taken place. And with the boy as the only likely suspect, he had been immediately arrested and restrained. Now, he waited, with his legs spread and his balls hanging down in his underwear, right now out of sight but there non-the-less, waiting to be taken and her purity waiting to be avenged. It was time. I walked up behind the boy, and put my hand on his ass, feeling the soft cotton of his boxer shorts. The kid's entire body tensed. I'm a thirty-two year old woman, and I do enjoy feeling the young studs, their powerful bodies stretched out and oh-so-vulnerable. I leaned forward then, and tossed his hair, just to show him I was there and I was in control. I walked around then until I was looking at him, and he could see me. He was scared, knowing who I was and what I was there to do to him. I smiled, and his face went white. Yeah, he was guilty, and he and I both knew it. Still, I played the game, and so I said, loud enough that those in the witness box could hear my words: "Well, its time guy. Do you see the woman looking at you, the one that alleges you assaulted her? You say you are innocent, so you should have nothing to worry about. Personally, I have no idea if you are guilty or not, but we are about to find that out. The woman was raped by somebody, and I'm sure even you must understand that it cannot go unpunished. So, to clear you, I'm going to have to extract a semen sample from your nuts, which will then be compared to the load of cream that was left by the rapist and found in the woman's body. As soon as your DNA is found not to match, you will be released. The entire process shouldn't take more than about fifteen minutes. Do you understand? The boy stared at me. He shook his head, and started to mumble something, but then checked himself. I could tell he wanted to beg, to tell it all, to explain how she had wanted his dick and had opened her hole eagerly. Of course, it didn't matter, not at all, and the fact he wasnt married to her and she didn't want him now was enough for me to take his balls. It might not be fair, but it was the law, and there was no doubt his lawyer had explained it to him. So, he said nothing, his only hope hanging on a lab analysis and a miracle. I motioned for the beaker, and the lab technician brought it forward. I made sure it was clean and empty, and then handed it back to the technician. His eyes got big when he saw it, and he no doubt knew exactly what it was for. I ignored him, and instead walked around behind him, where I reached to the waistband of his boxer shorts and slid them down to his knees. He gasped then, and as his big set of nuts became visible I drew in my own breath and stared at them. The boy had a big sac, really big, and his big nuts were hanging there, full of his cream, the source of his desire and the essence of his manhood. His cock was small though, just a short little worm of a dick that was growing out of his nest of pubic hair. It was hanging down, limp and oh-so-scared. Right now it was about three inches in length, and was thin, more the cock of a boy than the cock of a man. Of course, it would soon look a lot different once I changed it into a boner, and it was obvious that it was time to make that happen. I squirted a small bit of the KY lubricant in my right fist, and then I reached around under him, and found the boy's prick. I felt it, felt his worm, and then I began to roll it in my fist. As I did, I played it up, telling him: "Nice cock....very nice. Just enjoy the feeling boy, and help me get the sample. If you want to push with your hips it will help me get a better load, and once the lab runs your sample then I can let you go. It could help you, and I'm sure your friends would like to see you hump my fist." His face flushed bright red, crimson really, the humiliation of being jacked off in front of his friends almost more than he could bare. I wanted to laugh, but suppressed it. I waited, letting that thought fill him, and just jerked his rod with my slick fist and felt it grow longer and longer, stiffening up and literally growing as stiff as a steel rod. I started to slide the skin over his cock, up and down its length, and as I started doing that the boy's prick stiffened even more in my fist. I knew the KY felt good to him, and from the way his eyes were open as I jacked him I knew the feeling would soon be beyond his ability to control. As his erection started to reach is maximum size, I said: "That's it boy....let your dick get really hard. Enjoy it....if you can. Just remember that if your guilty then its the last boner you are ever gonna have." I saw his face go white. He tried to pull his legs together then, and as he strained against the restraints his ass went up and down, in a way humping the bar and pushing his cock in and out of my fist. There were some giggles from the witnesses, and once again I had to suppress my own smile. The boy's eyes were wide, feeling a woman pumping his dick, staring at his friends and the girl and her family as they all watched it being done. He didn't want to cum, that much was obvious. His lawyer had no doubt informed him that a small load would be harder to analyze and might be more likely to render a favorable result. Well, I didnt care what he wanted. I had every intention of extracting a full wad from him, no matter how much he tried to keep me from doing so. I knew his prick, like all boy's pricks, had a mind of its own and as I jacked it I saw the end grow large and purple and its single eye begin to seep his fluids. The boy's eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, and everyone was looking at him, and at his expression, as his cock was being jacked against his will. As the skin of his prick started sliding up and down, my lubricated fist massaging it, caressing it, it started to make a slurp-slurp-slurping sound, and I knew then that it would not be long. The girl he had fucked was grinning, watching the boy who had filled her pussy fight the feeling, trying desperately to keep his wad and delay what he and I and she all knew was the almost certain outcome. The lab technician held the collection beaker, and put it under him so that his cock was pointed into it. I was staring at his sac of nuts, which were swinging to the motion I was imparting to his prick. Above his bag, his hole was ringed with hair, and it puckered as the boy fought the feelings that were building within him. I wondered if it was a virgin hole, and I suspected it was. That made me grin. I reached out with my left hand, and another technician handed me the plastic ejaculation rod. It was round, about two inches thick, and close to eighteen inches in length. At the base of it was a switch that turned on an internal vibrator, and while it wasn't technically required, I have found that it helps me get a larger load than otherwise is possible. Of course, the boy was not expecting it, and when I pushed the fat end of it up against the boy's anus, right against his hole, he jerked, hard, his entire body suddenly fighting against the restraints as he felt the rod against his hole. He slammed his asshole closed, his ring of muscle cinched tight to keep out the intruder. I pushed, hard, on the rod, and when I did he grunted and threw his head back, and as he did that it popped past his ring of muscle, and slid all the way into him. I felt it bottom against his prostate and the boy's face grimaced, and then he gasped, and said "Oh...OH GOD" as he felt the rod touching his soul. When I had it in position I flicked on the switch, and the hum of the vibrator came to life. His eyes were open so wide then, as he felt his entire prostate vibrating to the pulsations from the rod. I jerked him faster then, like his cock was a piston, and I just ran my fist up and down his shaft until my slick hand was a blur. Of course, at the same time, I used my other hand to work the plastic rod up and down in his ass, bumping it into his prostate with every single thrust. It was too much for the young man, and it took him over the edge. The boy suddenly arched his back, straining every muscle as his entire body tensed. Then he ejaculated. He grunted out his load, which came in thick ropes of white cream, jetting it out of his prick with an intensity that only a boy his age can do. He shot and shot and shot, and as he squirted out his cream and dumped his load of man cream into the beaker waiting for it, I think everyone stared in amazement. The boy grunted as he ejaculated, and everyone watched as the boy emptied his big bag against his will and injected his load of jism into the container that was waiting for it. I milked him with my fist and fucked his ass with the vibrating dildo until he was totally spent, getting every drop of his semen and milking him totally dry. When I had finished, his big prick jutted up, and when I let it go it bounced to the boy's heartbeat, eager and stiff, almost as if it was still looking for a pussy to fuck. I turned off the switch and extracted the rod from his ass, and as it came out it made a popping sound. I then checked the load of cream in the beaker that was in the hands of the lab technician, and nodding my approval. It was a hell of a load by any measure. We all watched then as the technician poured out enough to fill a test tube, and then left to take it to the lab. While I waited for the results from the DNA check, I let my hand go to his ass. The boy's hole was red, and stretched, and I toyed with the hairs there as I probed around the entrance to his body. I wondered if he had enjoyed the vibrating rod in his ass. I couldnt tell by his expression. He was still staring at the crowd, his face beet red from what he had just done, and everyone was looking at him and waiting for what would follow. For me there wasnt much doubt, but I think for the boy he still hoped and preyed, even though he, better than anyone, knew what he had done. Eleven minutes later the results came back. GUILTY. When the announcement was made the boy screamed "NO...OH GOD...PLEASE...PLEASE!!!!!" I grinned. Of course I had been right, and he should not have been surprised. He panicked then, and started screaming, fighting the bonds that restrained him like there was no tomorrow coming. His big ass went up and down, struggling oh-so-hard, with a desperation that only a young man about to be castrated can truly demonstrate. Next, he started to babble, to tell his side and to tell it all. I knew he would try and reason and to explain how she had wanted it and how he was being punished for something she had desired. I've been doing this long enough to know that the boy, if allowed to continue, would rant out his story, screaming his innocence and trying to blame it all on the girl. It didn't make any difference at this point, but still it would draw sympathy to his cause and make the girl look bad in the process. And, he would yell out his story in desperation, continuously, and keep telling the tale and retelling it all the way up until the moment that I took his balls. Of course, once they were gone then he wouldn't say much, but that was till several minutes away and there was no reason to put the girl through any of that. Consequently, I called for the gag and waited until it was in place. The ball gag fitted into his mouth and was attached at the back of his head, and once it was in place it was impossible for him to speak. It was made of soft rubber, which allowed him to bite down on it when the pain came, so it served another purpose and it was useful to have in place. He tried to talk in spite of it, mumbling out his desperation. Of course, none of his words were understandable at this point. I went out in front of him, to stare at his eyes and make sure he could see the woman that would be unmanning him. When he saw me, his eyes grew wide, in panic, as he struggled and fought with everything he had. He did not want to lose his balls! Of course, at this point it was a foregone conclusion, and everyone, including the now convicted rapist, was waiting for it to be done. I patted him gently on the top of his head, like a parent would pat a little boy, and then I moved around behind him and prepared to take his testicles. I grabbed the stainless steel cattle bander, and slipped a ring of rubber in place. Then I opened the jaws, and set them over his big scrotum, until the ring of rubber was up near the top of his sac. I stared at his sac, and the way he was struggling. Of course, he could feel the rubber ring going over his balls, but he had no idea what was happening, and yet feeling something touching him there was enough to make him fight and jerk and struggle. The boy was sweating, and his back glistened. I stared at his bag of nuts, and it was so damn full. His big balls literally stuffed his bag, and as I set their looking at them it seemed almost a shame to steal them. They were pink and well-nourished by their blood supply. I shrugged my shoulders, and then, looking at the girl, I smiled, and then gave her a wink. As I did that, I retracted the jaws of the bander and the green ring of rubber snapped off and closed the top of his scrotum in less than an instant. As it snapped closed around his nuts, the girl and everyone else looked to the boy to gauge his expression. He threw his head back, and screamed into his gag, and his eyes went so wide they looked as if they would pop out of his head. He tried to slam his legs together, to protect his bag, but it was way too late for that and his unmanning was now in progress. Watching him, the girl giggled. He sure didn't like getting his nuts noosed! He grunted, the shock of the elastic band burning into his brain, and then like a maniac he started to buck his hips up and down and up and down. His cock had started to wilt since his ejaculation, but it went instantly super hard for some reason once the ring of rubber had snapped around his scrotum. For whatever reason that band made his cock stiffen again, almost as if the boy was excited and eager to have it done to him. I don't know the reason, but he definitely got hard as I started to unman him. I recocked the bander, and added a new ring, and then, once again, I slipped the open jaws over his balls and put the second green ring of rubber at the top of his sac. I don't think you can be too careful, and I like double-banding them before I nut them. When I had it right next to the other one, I pulled the lever and let it too snap off in place. It made a snapping sound, and he felt it, and that made him go crazy then, the two bands of rubber cinching off his manhood and cutting the blood supply from his balls for all of eternity. At that point his testicles were doomed, and he knew it and he fought with every muscle he had. Boy did he buck and jerk and strain! He was fighting so hard that the entire bench was shaking, and yet, even so, there wasnt anything he could do but feel the bands and know his balls were being strangled. His cock jutted outward, oh-so-eager and as hard as any man can be. It occurred to me it was likely his last erection. I walked around to face him. I always think the male I'm nutting deserves to know when it's going to happen, and I don't like them to be too surprised when I take their stones. When I was in front of him, I showed him the scalpel, and once his eyes had registered it, I said: "See this knife boy? I'm going to walk behind you now and take your balls. When I do, remember what you did, and try and at least understand why you are losing them. It's going to hurt like hell, but not for long, and almost before you know it you will be a eunuch. You deserve this, and it will be a lot easier if you don't fight it so." I tossed his hair again, because I could, and it was wet with his sweat. I winked at him then, and gave him one more pat on the top of his head. I then walked around behind him, and he went crazy, struggling so hard that I thought he might actually pull loose one of the restraints. They held, but he fought as hard as any man has ever fought, straining every single muscle in a desperate struggle to remain a man. Once I was behind him, looking at his scrotum which had already darkened up significantly, I patted him on his ass and felt the sweat in the small of his back. I then grabbed the back of his bag, just below the second tie, and pinched the skin there and pulled backwards on it, drawing it up between my fingers. He grunted, and I saw that his big thigh muscles were straining, trying to close his legs. I laid the scalpel up against the back of his scrotum, and then I said: "OK boy....here comes the slice." As I said that, I jerked my hand, and pulled the razor sharp blade in a horizontal motion, slicing open the back of his scrotum in a single, quick cut. He slammed his hips forward, humping the rail up and down, his head back against the restraint and his eyes wide with disbelief. He grunted, and I squeezed his bag in my fist, hard, and in doing so I literally popped his two testicles up and out through the slit. He was humping the rail as I was doing that, and I just held his bag and let him thrust and grunt. Then I said: "Hold still guy....hold still." He ignored me, and quickened his pace instead, and then he was struggling so hard and so desperately at that point that it was difficult to continue. I grabbed his slimly testicles, which were now exposed and in my fist, and gave them a hard squeeze, pushing the edge of my thumb firmly into the tissue of his right ball. He grunted, and screamed into his gag, and that's when I said "HOLD STILL DAMN IT.....HOLD STILL AND I'll STOP THE PAIN!" He stared. His struggles stopped then, his eyes glassed with the pain of what was being done to him. His mouth was open, and his eyes were wide, staring, the young man feeling his castration and he powerless to stop it. His balls were in my hand, out of his bag, but they were still attached to him by their cords. He was straining his thigh muscles, trying to close up the gap, but his legs were tied out and open. I let off on the pressure I had been giving his nuts, and then pulled gently out on them instead. He didn't move at all, and just laid there then, perhaps resolved to be unmanned. I said to him: "There you go....that's it. Just hold still now." I set the blade of the scalpel under his two orbs, and then, with a gently flick, I pulled the blade through the cord of his left ball, severing the testicle. Half-castrated, he shuddered, and his eyes stared straight ahead as he felt it happen. I then took a better grip on his one remaining ball, and set the knife blade up against it as well. I said: "Almost done now. You're doing well." He shook his head side to side, begging me in the only way he could. I didn't say anything, but as an answer to him, I flicked my wrist and cut off his last ball. He shuddered again, his entire body spasming from the cut, and his dick started pissing out a stream of urine then as he totally lost his bladder control. Because of the way he was restrained, his urine just pooled under the table and it made no difference. I let him piss himself dry, and as he was doing that I put my hand on his bare ass and felt his muscles as they quivered. Finally, when his bladder was empty, the young man just seemed to collapse completely, all of the fight and tension gone in that single instant. Unmanned, he seemed to just give up completely, and after that the fight and the struggle just seemed to disappear. As I felt the change, there was applause from the witness area, and the girl and her family were clapping as they watched the young man's punishment carried out to completion. His friends didn't exactly join in the applause, but I saw that a few of them were sporting erections, and I knew they would not forget what they had seen. I took a minute then to tie off his severed cords, and then to suture closed his empty bag. While I was doing that the eunuch's boner finished wilting to nothing, his last and final erection evaporating, leaving only a useless worm of a dick hanging between his legs. One thing was immediately apparent to me and to everyone else; this boy's fucking days were over. Finally, with his empty bag sewed shut, I took the edge of the scalpel and cut through the two rubber bands that had cinched closed his scrotum when it had contained his balls. Then I set his severed nuts on the top of his ass, in the pool of sweat there at the small of his back. I liked doing that, because it lets everyone see them, and there isn't any doubt that he has been unmanned. There was more than a little of his semen still in the beaker, and I poured it out so that his final load of jism was dribbled over his balls, and they were resting in the small puddle of his semen that pooled under them. With that, I reached up under him and felt his empty bag. It was soft to the touch, and the folds of skin were loose. It was an odd feeling, fondling his empty sac, and yet it was a good one too and I knew I had done it right. I grinned then, and gave his ass one more firm pat, a little slap really, and then I left him there, his legs spread and his severed balls excised and resting on his back, sitting in their puddle of semen and now useless to their unmanned owner. [Authors note: © Copyright July, 2004. All rights reserved. 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