The prison inmate they called Rosco had to be fifty, with a bald head and more fat than muscle, and yet he had been here a long time and nobody dared to question him or fail to do his bidding. He ruled the cell block, and he was, without any doubt, a man to fear, and right now he wanted my ass and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt his cock enter me, slamming deep and I grunted. Fuck he was big! When his pole bottomed out, the end of his dick was stimulating my prostate, but it didn’t matter, and my limp dick was lying flat on my belly, just a useless worm of a pole really. I had my last boner a few days after my castration, and since then, without any testicles to feed my dick it had withered away and become fairly insignificant. It had only been a month, but my once proud cock was now just a useless worm. It was so damn unfair! In contrast, Rosco’s cock was as hard as a piece of steel, and he grinned, his missing teeth accentuating his ugliness, and then I felt the bastard’s big set of balls right up against my ass. I was envious of them, of his big sack stuffed with what I no longer had. As he started his pumping I felt his bag of hen-sized eggs slapping against me, and his stiff and eager rod driving like a piston, and I hated it. I tried to pinch closed my hole but that only increased the pleasure he was feeling and he was in me and there was nothing I could do about it. His big cock was fat, and he was thrusting hard, pounding my hole as the other prisoners held my legs up and apart and waited their own turns.

Of course it hurt too, and I tried to struggle, but there was a group of them, and I was flat on my back on one of the prison shop tables and they had my legs up and apart and there was nothing I could do really but just live through the experience. I was being raped, and yet in this prison that was not an uncommon thing for me to endure and I knew from experience that the guards didn’t care and they certainly would not interfere. Hell, they were probably watching on a monitor for all I knew! I had only been castrated and behind bars for a month, and already I had been violated more than a dozen times. Yeah, I was the newbie, a convicted sex offender and castrated by the state, and without balls I was as close to a woman as there was in this place. So, as far as the other inmates were concerned I was fair meat, just a prison whore for them to use, the hole of choice to fuck and so they fucked me often. Yeah, it was so unfair! I tried to fight, but two men were holding my arms, so all I could really do was stare and feel him fucking me, the big brute of a man enjoying the tightness of my hole as if it was his girlfriend’s pussy.

I tried to yell out in protest but they had stuffed my own dirty underwear in my mouth, and so all I could do was grunt and talking was impossible. There was no mercy, none at all, and he was just slamming his dick into me, seeking his own pleasure at my expense and glad to be doing it. For all of the men waiting to rape me, holding me down and just waiting their turns, I was just a hole to fuck, a sexless ball-less whore and my unwilling hole was as close to a pussy as they could get behind bars and they were each eager for it.

After five or six minutes the big man jetted his cream into my ass, filling my hole with his jism, and I could feel his cock pumping it out, his hot seed shooting out under pressure. The other men laughed as he ejaculated, and somebody pinched my right nipple as he was cumming. After he was done he just laid against me, his big cock deep in my hole, and he savored the post orgasmic feeling and the way my ass gripped his rod. Finally, as I watched, he pulled his spent cock from my rectum, and almost before I could comprehend what was happening another man took his place with hardly a moment’s hesitation.

This second one was younger, a man I recognized as a nineteen year old who had knifed his girlfriend to death in a drug induced rage. He was here for the long haul, as was I, and now my hole was the closest thing to a pussy he was going to have for a very long while and he knew it too. He was a punk, with spiked hair and I sure didn’t want to be fucked by him! But what I wanted wasn’t important, and the boy was eager, and he grinned as he pushed his thin teenage rod through the ring of muscle that I tried to tighten in a useless gesture of protection. His cock was long, but it still was thin the way it is on an adolescent male, and his matt of pubic hair was small and defined and lacked the full bush of an older man. Nevertheless, he was man enough to fuck me and his nuts were full of desire, and he was rock hard too, and so without any hesitation he thrust it in deep and fast, penetrating into the depths of my soul until his young balls were up against my rear. I closed my eyes, unable to really do anything else, and forced my mind to drift away, thinking back about HER, about my ex-wife and her anger and how she had put me here.

It was hard to believe, but only four months ago I was married, living the good life, with a big house in a nice neighborhood and driving a very hot car. My son Jeremy was doing well, by all accounts, and as a fifteen year old he was keeping his grades up and behaving himself, so I had no complaints. He was a great kid, sprouting his way through puberty and already chasing the girls with gusto. As for the marriage of sixteen years, well, that wasn’t going all that well though, and sexually Kathy and I were at rock bottom. Yeah, the woman just wasn’t interested in me anymore, and on the rare occasions when she did allow me into her panties she just laid on the bed like a sack of potatoes, and basically the sex that followed just wasn’t worth it. So, well, yeah, I jacked off a lot and finally, without too many other options, I cheated on her too. I went outside the marriage and found some younger twats that were ripe for fucking. None of them really amounted to anything, but they were warm and hot and eager, and I fucked them hard and fulfilled the need that I could no longer get at home.

Yeah…that was wrong, but Kathy just wouldn’t put out and I was so horny I had to do something. I know, and I probably deserved her anger, but not to the degree it went and no man deserves what she did to me. Yeah, I still don’t fully understand her wrath. It took a while before she caught onto me, but she did, and I never tried to deny it or lie to her. I admitted it and asked for her forgiveness, but instead she filed for divorce and tried to take me to the cleaners. But I outsmarted her there, and hired the best damn law firm and paid them well, and they dug into her past and pulled all kinds of stuff out that I had never even known and which she had never told me. None of it was flattering, especially her arrest record and her multiple drug convictions and her lesbian relationships during her college years. It turned out the judge liked her past even less, and her job paid as much as mine, and in the end I got the kid, and with him I got to keep the house and the most of the bank account, and she got her piece of shit automobile, her dumb dog, and not much else. Yeah! Well, it felt good actually to have beaten her, and the reality was there was no love between us by the time it was over and having her gone from my life was more of a blessing than it was anything else.

During the divorce I hadn’t dated anyone, at the advice of my attorney, so needless to say I was pretty damn horny when it was finally done. I should have been careful, but I wasn’t and frankly I just considered my ex as pretty unimportant once it was all done and over. But she was a lot smarter than I made her out for, a lot smarter, and I never saw it coming and never even considered she might seek her revenge. Yeah, that was my mistake, plain and simple, and in the end it cost me everything. It even cost me my balls.

I was suddenly jerked back to reality as the teenager inside of me screamed out “OH GOD….I’M CUMMING!” The image of my wife’s face faded from my mind and I opened my eyes, staring instead into the face of the young punk that was fucking me, and I watched him as he ejaculated his wad into my bowels. He was sweating, and the wisp of a mustache he was trying to grow seemed to accentuate his youth. As I looked at it, I could feel his warm seed spurting into me, and as he was squirting I could feel him shudder as he pumped out his goo. No! I started to panic, and for a few minutes I jerked and grunted and struggled, but there was nothing I could do about it but feel him empty his nuts and enjoy himself at my expense. It seemed to go on and on, and the young prisoner had a hell of a wad, and I think he spurted for close to a minute. Finally, satisfied, he pulled his spent cock out of my hole with a slurping sound and when he did I could feel his jism running out of my ass! Then, with a big grin on his face he moved to the side to allow one of the other inmates to have his turn!

No! The next one was bigger, a huge powerful man somewhere in his thirties, with a defined chest and a big grin spread across his face. His cock was huge and fat too, and I stared at it as he pushed the big end of it up against my hole. He was strong and powerful, and ripped with muscles, and he had a horse dick and it was without doubt the biggest dick I’ve ever seen on any man. I tried to beg him not to fuck me with it, and shook my head side-to-side but the underwear in my mouth held my words. From the appearance of his huge rod I didn’t think it would even fit in my hole! I grunted and struggled with every muscle to stop him, but he speared me anyway and there was nothing I could do to stop him. God it hurt! He just pushed forward and I felt his big pole rammed up against my ass, and then he pushed harder, and harder still, and then with a gasp his big shaft penetrated my hole until he had it deep inside. Fuck he was so damn big! As he pushed into me he said: “Yeah….this mother fucker’s got a tight hole!” Someone laughed then, and another man tweaked and twisted my nipples as he too began his fucking, in and out and in and out, slamming his big fat sack of nuts up against me with every single thrust of his massive rod.

I shut my eyes, and remembered. My son had taken a real interest in some girl of his from school, and so I had given him the lecture and we had done the talk, and I had even bought him a box of Trojans and given them to him as a gift. That might have been a little early but he was fifteen, and I’d rather be early than be sorry, and I sure didn’t want to end up a grandpa. I knew for sure that my kid was looking at the girlie mags and jackin his pole whenever he could, and so I knew at some point he’d find a pussy. Hopefully he would wait a year or two, but you can never be two careful these days!

My ex had visitation rights, and she got my son every other Saturday, as part of the divorce decree. I remembered back to that last Saturday, when he was gone and I was in the grocery store shopping. Yeah, it was there that I happened to run into one of Kathy’s friends, an encounter I had assumed happened by chance but in hindsight was clearly more than that. I had known Linda for many years, and she was a divorced woman with the blond hair and big tits and hard body that all men crave. My wife had once told me she hated all men, and with that information and knowing she was a good friend of my wife’s I should have been careful. But, she came right onto me in ways she had never done before, and she told me flat out that she had liked me for a very long time.

I was caught totally off guard, and in spite of what my ex wife had told me she clearly didn’t hate ALL men. In fact, almost to dispel that rumor she said straight out that she had had her eye on me for years, but as a friend of my wife’s she had never said anything. But now that it was officially over between us, she said it made things different, and as I stared at her perfect body my cock stirred in my pants. Hell, she was hot and I wanted her! She was standing there in that grocery store in her halter top and oh-so-short shorts, definitely coming onto me and I stared and stammered and tried to think of something intelligent to say. Shit, she was literally begging me to come by her house later in the afternoon. I should have said no, but she was hot as hell, and I hadn’t had a fuck in a damn long time and I was thinking with my prick more than with my head. So, I agreed.

Two hours later I pulled up into her driveway, and her car wasn’t there. There was a boy’s bike lying in the driveway, but other than that nothing else. In hindsight that should have prompted my caution, but I didn’t give it much of a thought at the time and I just figured her car was probably in the garage, and so I went to the door. She must have been waiting, because just before I knocked she opened it. Fuck—she was dressed only in a nightgown of all things, and it didn’t hide her perfect tits which were exposed and visible, and the open front revealed her blue panties and they were so small and tight that they were showing her crack. God she was hot! She clearly had sex on her mind, and things moved fast, and she took me right down the hall and into her daughter’s bedroom. I started to protest, but she pulled me onto the bed there, kissing me deep as she did so. I probably should have insisted we go to her room, but I was rock hard by then and she was opening my pants, and so I just never did. Hell, I would have fucked her anywhere, and while doing ‘it’ on her daughter’s bed seemed a little strange, it didn’t hit me as all that strange at the time. Besides, she had my pants down two minutes after I was in the house, and she rolled a condom over my dick and laid back and spread her legs wide almost before I knew what was happening. Fuck she wanted my dick! I didn’t hesitate, and sucked her tits and fucked her cunt, feeling the warmth of her womanhood and savoring every single stroke of my cock. She scratched my back with her nails and tossed her head back with the pleasure, enjoying my dick in ways my wife had never done. In the end I shot a hell of a wad, and filled up that rubber with my hot seed and she too had a mind blowing orgasm. It was so fucking intense! When I finally pulled out of her she took the condom off of me, and tied the open end into a knot so nothing would spill out of it. Oh she was so damn neat!

She wasn’t done though, and after I came she didn’t let me get up, but instead insisted that we lay side by side. It was nice, and she talked to me, telling me how much of a man I was and how big my balls felt in her hand. She really liked hefting my nuts, feeling the big gonads that were stuffed in my scrotum, and she kept complimenting me on the size and weight of them. I’ve always had big balls, and it was nice to be with a woman who appreciated them. She toyed with my nipples too, and played with my pubic hair, even plucking out quite a few strands which she seemed to relish. I laughed at that! She also fondled my spent dick, and kissed me deep. Yeah, I enjoyed the time with her, feeling her soft body up against mine, and after a short while she did something my wife had never done, at least since we had been married. She slid downward and then started to lick my cock, and that was an incredible sensation and soon enough she had me rock hard all over again. Once I was, she sat up and slipped another condom over my pole and then climbed up on top of me, and then she road my cock up and down and up and down. Damn she was an incredible fuck! She rode me for quite some time, until finally it was just way too much and I shot another big wad of jism, spurting out my seed and filling up another condom.

Afterwards she went to the bathroom, taking the two tied up condoms with her, and a few minutes later I heard the toilet flush and assumed she had flushed them down the drain. She came out with a devious smile on her face, and a glint in her eye that was hard to gauge. Then, it was my turn to use the bathroom, and when I came out she had a drink for me. She set me back down on the side of the bed there, and then she started to talk to me about her daughter and she asked questions about my son. We compared notes, and she showed me some of her daughter’s things, which I looked at with interest. She handed me a lot of different stuff to look at, including a well worn and obviously well read sex book meant for teenage girls to read. It was by the same author as the book I had given my son, and we laughed at that too. It turned out her daughter was only about six months younger than my son, and then I made the comment that we probably ought to keep the two teenagers separate, and definitely out of her daughter’s bedroom.

That struck me as a funny thought, and I laughed, but then she said “Well, I don’t know. My daughter would probably like your son, and I’m sure if she could she’d try to get him to fuck her. I think kids these days are a lot more mature than we used to be, and if they want to do it then it’s OK with me. If your son is fifteen, I bet he’d love a teenage pussy. I’m sure he would think you were a great dad if you arranged it for him.”

Wow…we sure didn’t look at parenting the same way! I shook my head, the very idea of my fifteen year old fucking a twat just seemed ridiculous, even though of course you never know these days.

Suddenly, I was snapped back to reality when the man inside of me grunted out his load. He had a massive dick, and a massive load to go with it. I could feel his seed, and I hated it. He didn’t pull out after he finished, but rather just worked his spent rod slowly, in and out, until he started to grow soft. It was only then, when his cock was completely spent and totally satisfied, that he pulled out his big dick. There were a couple more men waiting their turns, but then the big man who had fucked me first interrupted things, and said: “Turn him over. NOW! I want to fuck him again!”

It was issued as a command more than a request, and so the other inmates turned me over, so I was face down now and on my stomach. I tried to protest, to beg him to stop, but they were kicking my legs apart again, forcing me over the end of the table. Someone used some twine and tied my ankles to the table legs, and after that before I could do anything the bald inmate Rosco was sliding his big cock into my ass for the second time. This time he fucked me faster, and even more vigorously, and the entire table shook as he pounded into me like a jackhammer. Then, one of the other prisoners took the underwear out of my mouth, and I tried to get the feeling back in my jaw as I grunted from the man’s thrusting. But then, before I had time to really understand what was happening, there was a patch of red pubic hair in my face, and an eager cock jutting out from it, its single eye weeping precum. No! I looked upward and recognized the inmate, a twenty-five year old in for armed robbery, with bright red hair and with the freckled face of a boy. His cock was uncut, and it smelled of urine. I sure didn’t want his cock in my mouth and I’m definitely not a cock sucker, but he was holding my head in his hands and forcing his knob up against my lips and there was nothing I could do about it. Someone started slapping my ass as I was being fucked, and then someone else grabbed my head and pulled it backward, cupping another hand under my chin and prying open my mouth in the process. As they did the man who was fucking my ass said: “SUCK HIM! SUCK HIM RIGHT OR ELSE!” I started to protest, but before I could say anything the red headed cock owner slid his rod into my mouth, and suddenly I was being fucked in my mouth and in my ass simultaneously. There was nothing I could do about that either, and the other men were holding my arms outstretched and encouraging the men who were fucking me.

I closed my eyes in shame, and forced my mind back to Linda, and that day, and the moment when it was all taken from me. We had laughed there on her daughter’s bed for quite some time, and then she had kidded me about being a man and liking any kind of girl. I told her that wasn’t the case, and she had said: “Well….let me try something. Just wait there and let’s see. I’m in the mood for an experiment.” With that, she had gone to her daughter’s dresser, across from the bed, and opened it up and pulled out a pair of pink panties…..they were quite small actually and were made of silk and I’ll never forget them as long as I live. I asked her what the hell she was doing, and for an answer she dropped them on my dick and started to slide the soft material very gently over my just-fucked and very soft cock, and as she did she said “All men are the same…I bet you’d fuck a teenage pussy if you had the opportunity.”

I assured her I would not, but then she said: “See! Yes you would! Your cock likes the feel of a young girl’s panties almost as much as it liked my pussy!” To my surprise my dick was stirring, and I laughed, and she laughed, and then as she stroked my pole with the soft pink silk from her daughter’s underwear I watched my rod filling with blood, and soon those soft panties in her hand had my cock jutting. I didn’t really think about what she was doing, more than just enjoying the feeling as she stroked me, but soon she was jerking my cock with those teenage girl’s panties and I grew harder and harder and harder. It felt so damn good!

This went on for several minutes, and soon I was getting close and it felt really good. That’s when she said to me: “You’re cock sure likes her panties! By the way, where do you think my daughter is, right now, while you’re getting off on her underwear?” I had no idea, and told her so, and that’s when she said: “Well, she’s upstairs with her boyfriend, in my bedroom, and he’s fucking her. Yeah…he’s fucking her right now! I’m letting them use my waterbed, and if I was guessing I figure he’s probably popping her cherry at the same time you’re fucking her panties.”

As she said it she was working my cock with her daughter’s panties in a frenzy, gripping my shaft with her fist and sliding the soft silky material up and down my shaft rapidly. With each downward thrust, the material was dragging across the end of my dick, and the feeling was mind blowing. I looked at her in disbelief. Suddenly, it was all way too weird, and all of a sudden I wanted out of there. She had to be lying, but it was way too weird, but even for some strange reason the thought made my cock grow harder, and after that I stared at her and those pink panties that were just a blur in her fast-moving hand. I wanted to move, to stop her even, but my balls were boiling by then and I couldn’t help myself and so I shot another huge wad into the pink material that was wrapped around my cock. I wasn’t exactly proud of myself, but nevertheless I shot my load into that fourteen year old’s underpants, and I couldn’t believe it even as I was doing it. Oh well, they were just panties, and it was a hell of an end to a great afternoon. The reality was that I had cum three times in an hour!

Right after I soaked those panties I heard some grunting from somewhere in the house, and she heard it too and that’s when she told me I probably needed to leave, before the two teenagers upstairs finished their fucking and caught me at home. I couldn’t believe it! Sure as shit though, when I went out into the hall I could actually hear some kid grunting, working up a sweat and then quite loudly and very plainly I heard her daughter calling out: “Oh…OH YES! YES! OH YES! DO IT! THAT’S IT! DEEPER! OH YEAH….FUCK ME DEEPER! YESSSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

I looked at Linda, horrified, but she was grinning, and that’s when she said “He’s a cute boy, and my daughter likes him a lot. I’m sure you would like him too. I figure she’s old enough to start having some fun and he sure seemed eager to pop her cherry.”

I knew right then it was time to leave! And I did, and in a hurry too, and in fact I was still buckling my pants as I walked out of the house. The next door neighbor was getting ready to cut his lawn, and he looked at me with a strange questioning expression as I was doing so. I know my face went beet red, and I just ignored him. Even so, I saw him glance at his watch and stare at me as I got into my car and backed out of the driveway. As I was pulling away I also noticed he seemed to be writing down my license number, but as I headed down the block I didn’t think much of it.

Two hours later, I was sitting in my own home and making dinner for my son and me, thankful to be home and my mind still on Linda and her fucked up parenting. As I waited for my son, I was curious about how his day with the ex had gone, and I wanted to surprise him with his favorite meal when she dropped him off. She did that right on time, just before six, staying in the car and letting him out at the curb. When he came through the door he was in a really good mood, and I didn’t want to pry but I could tell he must have had a great day with his mother.

God I was curious, but although I tried to strike up a conversation I didn’t get much out of the fifteen year old. However, he did want to talk about girls, and he asked me flat out what age I was when I did “it” for the first time. I looked at him, trying to gauge where the question had come from, and then, I took a few minutes and gave him my philosophy about women. I didn’t want to put the ex down in front of him, but I wanted him to know he needed to be careful which women in his life he got involved with. I had sure made my mistakes! So, with the memory of my own afternoon fresh on my mind, I took the opportunity to talk to him about sex and how a guy’s balls make him stupid sometimes and forget to think about what he is doing and who he is doing it with. I told him he needed to be careful when he was growing up so he made smart decisions, and when the time was right he would know it. I emphasized the need to always use a condom, and he said “I know…I know that already. You don’t have to lecture me. I’m not stupid you know.”

And so, I let it drop. As it turned out, that was the very last conversation I ever had with my boy. Yeah, right after that we were just about to eat, and I was about to dish out the food when the doorbell rang. As it turned out that was the moment when my life changed forever. When I opened it, there were two policemen there, and I was immediately placed under arrest and taken into custody. I was totally flabbergasted. I had no idea what I was being arrested for, and when I found out I was accused of raping a minor, it just blew me away! It just seemed ridiculous but of course what I never anticipated was that I had been set up, and my wife’s long time man-hating girlfriend and her daughter had sprung the trap. Yeah, they had done my wife’s bidding and I had fallen for it like a stupid schoolboy.

All I can figure is that after I left Linda’s house she had gone out the back door and went through her backyard to the street behind her home, where she must have stashed her car. I figure that had to be it, because according to the neighbor that saw me leave the house, shortly after I drove away Linda had driven up and “arrived home.” Then, according to her testimony, she had walked in and found her crying fourteen year old daughter, who was bleeding from her vagina and claiming someone had come into the home and raped her! And, of course, that someone was ME! I was accused of raping the fourteen year old!

Shit! It was all ridiculous of course, except that the problem was that the hospital confirmed that her vagina had been forcibly penetrated, and her hymen was “newly broken” and bleeding, and her vagina was also definitely filled with semen, which just happened to be a perfect DNA match with me! What the fuck? My pubic hair was found in her bed too, and my prints were all over her things where Linda had shown them to me, and my semen was found in a pair of her pink panties in “copious amounts” that became exhibit “A.” The only part of it all that I can’t be totally sure about is how my sperm got into the girl’s pussy, but all I can figure is that Linda had kept those condoms, and taken the semen out of them and put it into her daughter before she took her to the hospital. I tried to tell them my side of things, and begged the police to search for the boyfriend to corroborate my story, but both the mother and daughter had denied there was a boyfriend at all, and I had no way of proving otherwise. I certainly had no idea who the boy had been or any way to find him.

Yeah, hard as it was for me to believe, at the mother’s invitation some teenage boy had given the girl her first fuck, obviously wearing a condom, and no doubt had enjoyed every minute of the experience. In doing so he had popped her cherry, and after that the mom and daughter had set me up, putting my jism into her pussy and then rushing her to the hospital where the police were summoned. Fuck! I was framed! Yeah, with Linda’s help my ex had clearly set me up and I was in very serious trouble. I told my lawyer my suspicions, but clearly they were not believable, and even my own attorney didn’t buy my story. Oh I was fucked!

My attorney recommended I plead guilty, and accept a plea bargain, and he said if I did I’d probably keep my balls and be out of prison before I was sixty. Shit! I was innocent! I refused to do that, and instead proclaimed my innocence, believing in the system and figuring the truth would prevail eventually. Besides, to me it all hinged on the daughter’s word, and since I hadn’t touched her I was thinking I’d be exonerated eventually once all of the evidence was really looked at. I just didn’t see how the daughter would be able to hold up a lie on the witness stand.

Well, as it turned out, I was very wrong. For one thing, the daughter was a great little liar on the witness stand, and she had been well-coached and she even pointed me out as the man who had fucked her. Of course, the neighbor confirmed he had seen me leaving the house right after the “crime” had occurred, in a hurry and still putting on my pants as I left the home. Shit! The police testified about my pubic hair being found in her bed, about my prints on the girl’s things and all over the glass left on the nightstand by her bed. The girl testified she had scratched my back as I was raping her, and of course when they had arrested me the scratches on my back and been found and photographed. The most damning evidence by far though was that my DNA was a perfect match with the sperm the hospital found inside her teenage pussy and soaking her pink underpants, and that alone was enough and in the end it took the jury less than thirty minutes to find me guilty as charged.

As a convicted rapist of an underage minor, the judge came down on me with the full force of the law, and they made an example of me. I was given the maximum sentence under the law, which was to be given a state mandated castration procedure, followed by life behind bars without parole. I was so stunned when I was sentenced I almost fainted. And, to top it all off, my ex got my house and my car and my money and my son. And, she even got my balls.

Yeah….I was taken to prison immediately, and two days after I was in-processed they dragged me down to a special room for my mandated castration. God I fought them, and I sure didn’t want to have it done! The orderlies stripped my clothing off, and then strapped me naked to a special gurney, with cuffs on the sides to hold my arms and legs apart. They then shaved my pubic hair off with an electric razor, followed by a closer shave with a blade. They shaved the hair off my balls until my scrotum was as smooth as a Q-ball, and they took all the hair on my legs and thighs and even up and around my hole. There was nothing I could do about it, and my legs were strapped wide apart and it didn’t take them very long to make me look like a ten year old from the waist down. Afterwards, they painted my genitals all up with betadine antiseptic, and after that the state was ready to take my balls.

After I was prepared, the state-approved castration technician came into the room and went straight to work, without any hesitation. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and then just walked right up between my legs, and then she hefted my cock and felt for my testicles. I begged her, told her I had been framed, and that it wasn’t like they had said. Her expression didn’t change, and it was obvious she could have cared less what I was saying. I kept trying, begging here, but she finally cut me off and said “Listen bud, you were tried, and convicted, and all I do is carry out the sentence you were given by the judge in a court of law. You can save your breath, because you were sentenced to be castrated and I’m definitely going to castrate you. And, I’m going to enjoy it too.”

I wanted to cry. It was so unfair, and yet as she prepared for the procedure it was obvious that it was going to happen, and with all hope gone I decided to at least beg for some painkillers. I figured that wasn’t too much to ask, and I had assumed from the beginning that they would at least numb things up first, if they didn’t put me out altogether. But, when I asked she looked at me and grinned, and then she said very matter-of-factly, “Well, I’m sorry, but the state doesn’t authorize them. These procedures are meant to serve as a deterrent, and convicted child molesters deserve to feel it when they are nutted. Don’t worry, you deserve it, and while it will hurt like hell I think you’ll find that once your testicles have been removed the pain will at least be manageable, and if it isn’t then the prison infirmary is authorized to give you something once your scrotum is empty and you are back in your cell.”

No! Then, she nodded and the orderlies place a rubber ball into my mouth, and then they secured it in place with a piece of tape. As that was done, the technician said: “You can bite down on that when you need to. It will help somewhat. I’m going to unman you now. As I do, I suggest you remember what you did and accept the consequences for your actions. You are a pedophile, and have been convicted of forcing sex on a young girl. You don’t deserve to have your balls, and you ought to realize that. In fact, I hope you realize that I’m actually doing you a favor.”

Then, without any warning and without saying anything more, she took my cock in her fist then, and pumped it, and she did it very mechanically and worked it up and down until the blood surged into my dick and I became rigid. She worked me faster and faster, taking me right to the very edge of ejaculating, but just before I exploded she stopped abruptly. With my cock literally pulsating and throbbing and with the big end flared and purple, she dropped my cock, and then, turning to the orderly, she said “He’s ready now, all nice and eager and ready to be nutted. Open the witness window. It’s time to get him done.”

What the fuck? As I stared the orderly opened the curtains covering a large picture window, which I hadn’t even noticed, and directly behind it was a witness room and sitting there watching were my ex wife Kathy, and her friend Linda, along with her daughter and my son! They were only a few feet away, on the other side of the glass, and they were staring at my rock hard dick and my big fat set of balls. I noticed that my son Jeremy and Linda’s daughter were holding hands, and it was obvious looking at my boy that he wasn’t too happy with me, and no doubt he too believed I had raped the girl. I hadn’t seen him since they had taken me away, and he had not been at the trial and so I had no idea what he had been told. But he was here now, and looking at him and my ex, it was pretty clear he wasn’t happy with me, and the angry look on his face was clear and unmistakable. Hell, from his expression I could tell he was looking forward to watching me be castrated!

I went crazy, struggling with ever muscle I had, and I tried to yell and tell him the truth but the rubber ball was stuffed in my mouth and I could only grunt and mumble. As I stared at those staring at me, the technician said: “The women I believe you know, and the girl is the one you violated. Your son is ashamed and angry at you, and actually asked to accompany the girl and to watch you get what you deserved. Hopefully, they will all gain some satisfaction out of watching your unmanning.”

No! It was all so damn unfair! I started to struggle, but the technician just picked up the scalpel, and taking it out of it sterile wrapper, she placed the tip up to the side of my scrotum, near the top and directly above my right nut. I felt the sharpness of the point there and my eyes went wide with fear. My rock hard cock was jutting upward, pointing toward my chin almost as if it was eager and trying to stay out of the way to facilitate my unmanning. No! I didn’t want to lose my balls! She was standing off to the side, so that those watching through the window could see everything clearly, and then she turned to them and said: “I’m going to remove his balls now. As you can see, he has a very randy penis, and he’ll be much better off once we’ve emptied his big scrotum. As you can see, he sure has a big set of nuts! Well, it won’t matter, and they are no match for my knife. He deserves to be castrated, and I think he knows it too. I hope all of you get some satisfaction out of watching justice being done. If you would like, you can keep his testicles as a souvenir once I have removed them from his scrotum.”

Linda nodded, and grinned, and Kathy grinned too and the two of them looked at each other and laughed. The daughter leaned over and kissed my son, and he grinned too. This couldn’t be happening, but it WAS! Suddenly, there was this sharp pain greater than anything I had ever felt in my entire life, and I bucked my hips and jutted my groin upward, as the technician sliced through the outer skin of my scrotum with a twisting motion, slicing downward in a curving cut that opened the side of my scrotum with a well practiced motion. I almost bit the rubber ball in my mouth in two it hurt so fucking bad!

Then, she squeezed my scrotum, and my big fat right testicle was pushed out through the slit, and was exposed to the air and I stared at it in disbelief. It was the size of a hen’s egg! I had my head lifted up, so I was watching, and as I stared she flicked the knife, and with that little motion my big nut came free and I felt the pain and my entire body shuddered. I also ejaculated. I don’t know why, but my stiff cock just shot out a final load of cream, squirting it up onto my chest between my nipples in spurt after spurt after spurt. Perhaps it was my body’s final attempt to fertilize something while it was still making sperm and could do so? I had no control of it as I shot my last wad in front of everyone, spilling my seed in a wasted effort on my stomach and chest. I have no idea why I came, but I did, and I just shot and shot and shot as they all watched me doing it.

The technician with the knife waited until my stiff cock was done spurting, and then she shifted my half-empted scrotum in her fist, and then in another movement of her wrist she opened up the other side of my sac. I screamed into the gag in my mouth and bucked my hips from the pain. OH FUCK SHE WAS CASTRATING ME! SHE WAS LITERALLY STEALING MY BALLS! I sure didn’t want to be castrated, but there was nothing I could do to stop her. I screamed and bit down on the rubber ball in my mouth, and shook with every single muscle I had to try and break free. It didn’t do any good though, and she pushed out my last ball and exposed it to the air. I shuddered again, and my eyes went wide, and then I heard her say to those watching: “OK….here it goes. I’m going to make him a eunuch now.”

There was another stab of searing pain, and then a dull emptiness, and as I felt the pain shoot up between my legs she said: “There………OK. OK. It’s done. His fucking days are over. His scrotum is empty, and I’ve excised both of his nuts. He’s officially a eunuch, and will be for the rest of his life.”

My wife laughed, and I heard some applause, and then I looked up and the technician was putting my two severed testis into a glass jar of preserving fluid, obviously to be handed to the women who had set me up and had me castrated. It was so fucking unfair! I looked over to them then, overwhelmed with a feeling of total defeat. I was beaten. Done. Castrated. I had been unmanned! The two women were staring at me, relishing their victory and grinning with their happiness. Behind them, the two teenagers were already looking away, and Jeremy was kissing the girl and her hand was squeezing my son’s package that was stuffing his pants!

Of course, at that moment my fifteen year old boy was a lot more of a man right then than I’d ever be again, and he seemed to care less that I had just been castrated and was clearly more interested in the hot girl next to him. Of course, she was coming onto him, and clearly she had his attention and my boy had her on his mind. Yeah, as I stared I had the thought that without any question, soon enough he’d be fucking her, if he hadn’t already, and the two women seemed to be even encouraging it. It was just so wrong! I looked away from the window then, ashamed and defeated and now just a neutered nothing. Simply put, I was unable to look at any of them anymore.

So, I watched the technician instead, who was cleaning up things and preparing to stitch up the slits in my sac, but then I heard my wife laugh again, and that brought my attention back to the window. She was holding the jar that contained my balls! God! THEY HAD GIVEN HER MY BALLS! I went crazy then, jerking against the restraints and trying to get loose---I was just so angry! As I struggled I shook the gurney I was strapped to, and it rattled, which seemed to emphasize my frustration.

Then, they all stood up and turned to leave the witness room, the show over and my unmanning complete. I watched them leave, but then, just before they all walked out of that room, my son turned around, and walked back in and right up to the window, until he was only a few feet away and looking at me straight in the eye. That’s when he said: “You’re a bastard! I’m glad they castrated you! I am! You raped my girl---YOU RAPED HER, and right after I was with her too! I hate you!”

Then, he turned around and was gone.

Suddenly, I remembered the bicycle, the red one I had seen at Linda’s, and realized that it was the same bike my ex had given to my son. Oh GOD….it was him….my own son that was up on the waterbed fucking the daughter while I had been downstairs falling for the trap! The two women had used my own son to help them, to fuck the girl and to take her cherry, to make sure her pussy was freshly fucked and her hymen broken and bleeding for her trip to the hospital. Oh GOD….my son had done their bidding and he had unknowingly helped set the trap that was ultimately my undoing. She had used my son against me!

OH FUCK HER! And my son didn’t even know it! All he knew was what he had been told, and from his comment he thought I had raped the daughter AFTER he had left and had his fun. Suddenly, my wife came back into the witness room, and for a second she was alone, staring at me. I looked at her, it all becoming crystal clear then, and when she saw my expression, she winked at me, and then burst out laughing, holding the jar containing my balls and lifting them to the window for me to see. I think that’s when I passed out. When I saw her holding my severed balls and laughing, knowing what she had done to me, it was just way too much, and my eyes rolled back into my head and that’s the last thing I remember. I don’t remember the stitches being put in, or the curtain being closed, and I don’t remember being taken back to my cell to heal. But I do remember waking up a few hours later with my new reality, still in prison and staring at my empty bag, and realizing that I was no longer a man and would never fuck a pussy again. My ex wife had literally stolen my balls, and used my own son’s budding desire for pussy to help her. It was not a good feeling!

Suddenly, as I lay there thinking about my balls, I tasted sperm, and my eyes snapped open as I felt the red head’s cock spurting into my gullet. He was cumming! I gagged, and swallowed, and gagged again and yet even so there was no way I could swallow it all. The other man, pounding my ass, started to cum too, and I could feel his wad splashing into my prostate as he emptied his nuts of their cream. At the same time, the cock in my mouth continued to spurt out a huge wad, and for a few seconds I thought I was going to vomit. Fuck he had a big load of sperm! I swallowed one load while my ass was filled with another, and while the other prisoners laughed my holes were filled with man-cream. I was literally the prison whore.

I had the thought that she had put me in hell, and without any question I was in for a life of being used and fucked, my hole stretched wide as I was forced to satisfy cock after cock after cock. I would never fuck a woman again, and never feel a twat or shoot another load of sperm. It was just so damn unfair, and yet, somehow, somewhere, I knew my ex wife was laughing her ass off at what she had done to me, and there was no doubt at all that she had my balls on display somewhere at home where she could look at them regularly and laugh.

[Authors note: © Copyright September, 2007. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. If you like any of my stories, I’d like to know. Thanks. -Nathan// nathan9001 at yahoo dot com]