The Physician's Assistant - A Teenage Attendant's Perspective

Hi. My name's Billy Hensworth, and I'm seventeen, in my senior year in high school. I'll be eighteen next month. I'm employed as an attendant, also called an "Extractor," and it’s a really cool job and fun too. Yeah, it really is. I've been doing it since I was sixteen, and while I do take some kidding about it from my friends, it's a lot of fun. The downside is that it doesn’t pay for shit, but it’s a job and it sure as hell beats flippin' burgers.

I want to go into law enforcement, and so my parents think it's good for me to work at the facility and be a part of it all. All I know is that I've been doing it for a while now, and I'd wish they'd pay me more. I think I'll have to eventually take another job, but I like the one I have a lot and it would be nice if I could keep working there.

My primary job is to extract a semen sample from each felon before he is castrated, and then to mark and send that sample to the lab for storage. It's an important job, and until I've done it the prisoner's emasculation sentence can't be carried out, so in a way it's all up to me. I have to admit that its fun too, I mean, there is some real enjoyment jerking off a felon who deserves his punishment. I love watching them fighting to keep me from getting their sperm. In a way it is like a contest of sorts, as I have to get a sample of their semen, and yet they know that to give it to me will be the end of their nuts. So of course, they try to be as uncooperative as they can.

As far as jobs go, it's really pretty easy. I get them ready, and once they're prepped I roll a rubber over their dick and after that it's just a simple matter of masturbating their cock until they ejaculate into it. Still, there is an art to it, and after a while you get good at it and you can even control it to a large degree. Yeah, I can tell when a guy's gonna shoot his load, and so its fun to hold them there, right at that point, right on the verge before they ejaculate.

I like to do that, and it's almost become a game with me. You see, they know that if they shoot their load then they're going to be nutted, and so of course they are trying so desperately not to do what otherwise they would be wanting to do. Most of the men are so horny and have been trussed up for so long in their chastity belt that their cocks are begging to squirt, and if they were fucking a girl they wouldn't last sixty seconds. I think that's one of the things I like about what I do. Yeah, it's funny, reversing that instinctual need, making them cum when they don't want to.

I love working them right on the edge, working their cock just so, sliding it up and down and then stopping, holding them there. Soon they start to look to me with begging eyes as they come to realize it is I that hold their future in my hands. When I have them right there and am barely moving my fist, they have the feeling then and if I jack them faster or twist my wrist or do almost ANYTHING they will cum, and they know it too. At that point, it's all up to me.

What makes it especially gratifying is that the physician's assistant is always there, pushing with the tip of the knife and holding it against their bulging scrotums, so there is no doubt that they will be castrated when they start to ejaculate. They know it, and fear it, and since I’m controlling it they look at me with begging eyes. In a very real way it is I that will in effect cause their unmanning to occur, and so they look to me then, begging, as my teenage fist holds their cock and owns their soul. The fear in their eyes is always intense, as they live their last seconds as men. They know of course that if they cum, then they will be castrated and it will all be lost. So, in that sense, when they are on the edge and I've got them right there, on that cliff, feeling the feeing in their nuts as they boil and churn and prepare to shoot, I own them. It’s a sense of power that I relish, and it’s a lot of power for a teenager to have.

To do it right you have to know how close they are. There are several things to look for. For one thing, their nipples are dime-sized as they approach their orgasm, nice and sharp and pointed. Yeah their nipples always get tight and perked up just before they squirt their cream. They are usually sweating too, and because the castration room is kept warm and they are struggling so, their backs are usually glistening by the time they give me their wads. One key indicator for most of them is that their pricks will usually start oozing a bead of clear fluid, which anoints the tip of their dick and is a sure sign they are about to do it. You have to look for it, but it is visible even within the clear latex of the condom they are wearing. One of the last things that happens is their balls tend to draw upward, their sacs growing tighter. If you watch their scrotums, you can see the individual balls moving within their sac, moving with the stroking of my fist as I make the feeling build.

One of the final things, just before they start to grunt out their wad, is that the end of their prick will enlarge, really big, flared and purple as the blood rushes into it just before they start to feel their wads leave their balls. Right after that happens, if I don't slow the stroking then they will ejaculate their load. If you hold them there though, and make them wait, then they have no control and everything is in my hand. I've also found that if I keep them there for a while, hanging on the edge, that when they do shoot they will come with a vengeance and literally fill the rubber with their wad. Perhaps their balls know it's their final load and that might explain why their loads are usually so enormous. Of course, it could be that it has just been so long since they have last ejaculated.

Most of them have been wearing a chastity belt for six months or longer, so they are hot and horny and their balls are always full. Some are so crazed with lust they will push with their hips and drive their cocks through my fist, even though in a way they doom their own balls in the process. I'd say that is unusual, as most by far try to keep from cumming, using all of their will power to hold it off and to try and save their balls. Still, their wads soon are churning within their nuts and they can't stop it no matter how hard they try. Even so, they always hold out some hope while they are holding it off, but then soon enough they are squirting and then immediately after that they feel the knife. Once that knife goes into their bag they know it's all over of course and after that the look of defeat and hopelessness is the only expression that they have.

If you keep a man on the edge for several minutes, he starts to realize that I am in control and he is not. At that point he will turn and stare at me then with his eyes wide, the feeling of hopelessness taking over as he figures out that I alone control when he will be unmanned. By then he knows he can't stop it, and I now control everything with the movement of my hand. Of course, as he sits on the edge and feels his balls boiling with pleasure he's knows he's going to be castrated, and yet when it's going to happen is really up to me. You can see it in their eyes, when they realize that a teenager has them on the edge, and they have lost control then and after that it's all up to me. Oh how their eyes beg for me to stop and let the feeling subside! I never do though, but instead just keep them there, waiting, knowing it is all but over and yet they will beg me anyway.

The physician's assistant always tells them straight out that when they ejaculate it will cost them their balls, and so they are mentally fighting it from the very beginning when I am jacking them. It doesn’t really matter, and even the ones with the most active imaginations aren't able to keep it from happening. Eventually they all squirt, all of them, and when they do they get castrated. Still, you can see the desperation in their eyes, as they look at me and my hand as I jack their cock. Up and down I move their skin, just faster and faster, and they will watch me and beg me as the feeling grows and their nuts begin to churn.

Occasionally we fall behind and we have to hurry the process to try and get back on schedule. When we are in that mode I usually jerk the men from the side, with my right hand, and then use my left and just lay it across their ass. Their legs are already cuffed and spread apart, wide, so that their balls are exposed and the physician's assistant can nut them as soon as they ejaculate. When we are in a need to hurry I will reach over and slide my middle finger into their rectum, curving it down and inward so I can feel their prostate. It’s about the size of a walnut, and I press right into it at the same time I'm jacking them. Sometimes their prostate is so full you can feel the enlargement, and I just start massaging it with a back and forth fucking motion at the same time I jack their cocks. There isn’t a man alive that won't shoot his wad then, and it doesn’t take long either once you start with that method.

They say I'm "cute", whatever the hell that means. I have blond hair, and bright blue eyes, and I'm growing a wisp of a mustache of sorts, or at least, I should say I'm trying to grow one. My mom doesn’t like it, and it's not much more than a shadow really, but still I like it and it does catch the attention of most of the felons I'm pumping. I think it shows them I'm well into manhood, at the very same time they about to be unmanned, and so I do think that many of them find themselves wishing they were me. I'm not really shaving yet, well, not very often anyway, and what does grow right now is pretty much more fuzz than it is anything else. Even so, the longing that the felons express as they stare at me, and my wisp of hair sprouting across my lip is so obvious that they can't hide it. It's almost as if they realize that while fuzz is all I'm currently growing soon enough I'm going to be a lot more of a man than they will ever be again, and so as I'm jerking their cock and they stare at my lip I want to laugh. They know their castration is about to happen, and the closer they get and the faster I jack them the more desperate is their expression. God I love watching them lose their balls!

It's fun too to shave them. We always take off their pubic hair and shave them below the waist, and most of them fight hard to keep me from doing it to them. When they are first strapped down onto the horse, as it's called, and their legs are wide and open and exposed, they just fight the bonds and struggle without any specific or obvious purpose. The chair I use has four wheels on it, and its low enough that I can slide right up between their legs and get right under them, where I then take their hair and shave their genitals until they are bald. I use a set of electric clippers to take the bulk of it, and then go back with the razor and cream and shave them until they are smooth. I've done so many now that I can do a set of balls in less than two minutes, and their pubes are even faster. We also shave down their cracks and around their holes, and their upper legs and thighs too. I do a good job, and when I'm done they are so smooth their skin feels like a baby's.

Most men will jerk and thrash when I'm taking off their pubes, and it's quite obvious that their forest of hair is important to them. I think too that I'm just a teenager and taking it from them makes it worse. They really hate that. It's like I'm taking off their manhood, when I take their pubes, even though I'm not of course. But still, it is their sex hair, and I take it from them and they can's stop me. They sure fight to keep it. No matter, I take it anyway, and after they get their shot and their scrotums have been emptied their hair won't be growing back either. A lot of them don't know that, but they'll find out soon enough. I've never had any problem taking the pubes, but for some reason when I move to the hair on the man's balls it's another story.

At least a third of the time the man will piss himself when I start to take the hair on his balls. I don't know why that is, as you wouldn't think that would scare them any more than taking their pubic hair. I mean, hair is hair. But nevertheless, if they're gonna piss it usually happens when I put the razor to their bullocks, and perhaps it is then they realize that they are powerless to prevent their pending castration. I think that me being a teenager pushing through puberty is a part of it, because if I can put a razor against their nuts and take their hair, then it has got to be completely obvious to them at that point that the physician's assistant will have no trouble at all when its time to excise their manhood. It's when they make that realization that they usually piss, the absolute terror of their pending castration so stressful that they are suddenly pissing out their urine without control. I hate it when they do that, and of course it's my job to clean it up when it happens.

You can never tell who will piss himself either, and who won't, and so I've learned not to let their cock point in my direction no matter how calm they appear. I also keep a bucket handy in case they start. Some men will only squirt a little urine, and then do some more whenever their fear gets too much again. They try to get the men to piss before they leave their cells, but often they can't, or won't, and so they come to us with their bladders full. Lately, for those types, the physician's assistant has intervened, and in those cases he will insert a catheter and drain the man's bladder before we begin. I always think it looks strange to see a man with an erection pissing down some tube, but if their bladder is full and they can't control it is far better to take it ahead of time than to have them urinate when it's not convenient.

Most men freak when the physician's assistant shoves that plastic tube right up their dicks. They don't like it at all. Some of the PA's will actually slide the tube in a little way, and then pull it out some, and then repeat the process, working it down their dicks a little deeper with each thrust. In a way it's like they are fucking the felon's pricks with the tube, and that thought is not lost on anyone that sees it being done that way. Eventually when the tube reaches their full bladder their yellow urine will begin to flow, and when it does it always looks strange to me.

There are several tube diameters that can be used, but my experience is that the PA's dislike having to catheter the man and so if they end up having to do so they usually don't opt to make it a very pleasant experience. The bigger tubes hurt a lot more, obviously, but they do the job faster and once they reach the bladder the urine is emptied in seconds. I'd have to say that in my experience, when they do have to use the tube, they usually opt for one of the big diameter tubes and then fuck the felon's prick with it until it is done. Some of the tubes are the size of my little finger, and whenever I see one of those monsters going down a guy's dick I am reminded of the stiffness of their penalties. Well, they did the crime, so they can deal with it.

Sometimes a man is so scared and becomes so terrified that when the physician assistant starts to do his castration they will shit themselves. Thankfully, it happens only very rarely, but when it does we have to stop and while the physician's assistant waits I have to clean him up. I hate that, but I know it is important because when they shit it significantly increases the post procedure infection risk, and that is not acceptable. Yeah, I hate cleaning up some felon's shit, especially if his bag's already been split, and that definitely is the low point of my job. Still, some men just don't take their nuttings well, and I've seen men start shitting the floor as soon as the blade is pushed into their scrotums. When I first got there it was a much bigger problem than it is today. The reason of course is that in the last few years the guards check the prisoner's holes before they bring the felons in for their appointment. They do this while the man is still in his cell, and so if his rectum is full then he will be given an enema until his bowels are clean. It's safer that way, and I'd much rather not have to deal with it.

My favorite guys to watch get nutted are the pedophiles, especially the ones that have been going after boys. Yeah, when they see that a boy is going to be the guy that will take their seed that will lead to their castration, they seem to go crazy. They beg in their gags and fight with a tremendous violent struggling, but in the end it doesn’t matter and their sacs get emptied. Boy they hate it, and they are usually bucking their hips in terror as their sacs are opened and their nuts are amputated.

Last month we had one of the catholic priests in. I'm catholic, and had heard of him, although he was in a different parish and so I had never had any dealings with him. But two of my friends from high school had their dicks sucked off by him, and so I was glad in that respect to be part of his unmanning. This particular priest had molested more than fifty boys, and when I saw him there with his legs spread and his big bag hanging down I honestly think we were doing him a favor. Before he got caught, he had sucked off or jerked off most of the young acolytes in his church, and he had talked a few of them into allowing his own cock down a their throats. Looking at him, it was hard to believe he was a man of the cloth.

I think he really knew he deserved it, and he didn't fight like most men. Instead, once he was tied down and his legs were spread, he just waited there quietly for it to be done to him. He didn't struggle at all...just waited patiently with his legs wide apart. Still, his fat cock was all jutting up stiff and hard. He stared at me, looking into my eyes, and his cock bobbed up and down, quivering to his heartbeat, as he watched me and the end of his pole glistened with his desire. He made my skin crawl. Anyway, I jerked him off as fast as I could, just to get it over with. All the time I was doing it he stared at me, staring deep into my eyes with this look of lust that made me sick. When he finally came I was glad, and I have to say I grinned when he felt the knife. He grunted then and struggled, bucking his hips like all the other felons do once he felt the blade.

It took the knife to get him to look away from me, but once he was getting cut he started grunting and fighting it like any other man. He really pulled hard against his restraints as he was being castrated, and I saw him slam his head up and down, smashing into the vinyl pad in frustration. One other thing I remember is that he squirted almost continuously until the physician's assistant had his first ball out. After that, he just grunted and his dick bobbed up and down in dry spasms until we were done nutting him. Once his balls were gone it didn't take long, and by the time he had been given his shot and they pulled him off the horse and took him back to prison, his prick was a worm hanging useless in front of his empty sac. I for one was glad to see it.

Sometimes there are some real benefits of my job, and on those occasions I would do it for free. I remember about six months ago they brought in this nineteen year old felon and when I saw him I gasped. His name was Gary Tanner, and I knew him, although we did go to different high schools. Still, we lived less than a mile apart, and I'd had enough dealings with him over the years that I have to admit I smiled when I saw him in shackles. He didn't notice me when they were strapping him onto the horse, probably because when they brought him in he had obviously been hit with the Tasor once or twice. He was pretty limp when I first saw him, and the fight had pretty much been zapped out of him. Anyway, by the time he saw me he was gagged and strapped in place with his legs spread and by then it was too late for him.

The physician assistant wasn't in any hurry with him, and he let some time elapse so he could come around fully. The felons are supposed to be fully awake when we nut them, so that they can get the full benefit of their punishment. Gary still had that perfect jock body, and once he was awake and realized where he was, he fought with a desperation that was impressive. He was soon sweating like a pig too, and his armpits were dark and pungent and his back was so wet it glistened. I knew him, and he was a first class asshole, plain and simple.

I'll never forget the first time I saw him as long as I live. When I was a freshman and was trying to play junior varsity football, his school was over for a game where we got our asses beat. I sucked at the game, which wasn't anything unusual, and in the locker room I took a lot of ribbing. Anyway, after the game we were all doing the post game shower, sharing our school's only locker room. I still remember when he pulled off his jock. His balls had just dropped down and I had stared at them. At the time, they were the biggest nuts I had ever seen, and when you are fourteen you really notice stuff like that. I just stared at them, swinging there, and he had so much hair and his balls were so big I just couldn't believe it.

Anyway, he had caught me staring, and when he did he didn't let me get away with it. I still remember what he said: "Hey....lookie here....queerboy's staring like he's never seen a set of nuts before! So, you like my elephant balls? Do you? Hahaahahahahahaha I bet you do! Then he had wrapped his hands around his scrotum, and pulled it out and up....making his big balls bulge in his fist and trapped in the bottom of his sac. As he did that, with everyone watching him and my reaction, he looked at my little scrotum and then he said this to me: "...Well pencil dick, these are more than man balls.....see em...take a good look at what a set of ELEPHANT BALLS looks like! If I had acorns like yours I'd be too embarrassed to even show 'em. Go ahead and stare, and dream all you want. Who knows, if you're lucky maybe someday your nuts will grow too. Ahahahahhaahahahahahah!!!!!!!"

I could have died. Yeah...God I had blushed red and freaked out when he said that, the entire locker room laughing then at my little balls and tiny cock. Hell, I was only fourteen, and just barely sprouting hair then, and he was way past me and well on his way into manhood where I was just starting the journey. I remember that his big cock and huge set of nuts looked enormous to me back then, and his cock was one of those that was long and impressive even when it was hanging. For a long time afterwards my schoolmates called me "pencil dick" and "acorn balls", and so as the years went by I learned to hate the guy.

It got worse too, and not better. I stopped trying to play football, and just went to the games and rooted for my team instead. When I was a junior I met this girl at a football game, and as luck would have it she went to his school. Still, she was really hot, with tits that were all perked up and perfect, and I fell for her. Oh yeah I did. It was the first time I ever felt like that. Well, she liked jocks, which I wasn't, but for some reason she went out with me and I was thinking I was something special for a while. I never got in her pants, but I was getting close, and she did give me my first blow and it was a memory I still cherish.

The relationship lasted four months, but when he found out she was dating me then he started putting the moves on. At the time he was his schools quarterback, and when he went after her she dropped me like a piece of shit. Before I knew what was happening she had dumped me for him and I never really got over it. Of course, she was going out with him then and he was rubbing it in at every chance he got. I still remember him laughing his ass off as he took her away from me. One afternoon I decided to go and try and win her back, even though I had no idea how to do it. But I finally got up the courage to go to his school one afternoon and confront him. Well, when they came out together I told him to leave her alone, and a crowd gathered to see what would happen. He just looked at me, and shoved me back with a hard push to my chest. Then he said: "Hey pencil dick, get lost! She's going with a real man now, not some twerp with acorns for balls." Then, looking at her and giving her a big hug, he said "Aren't you baby?" And she had nodded! She had kissed him then, sliding her tongue down his throat, and then she grinned. Then, even worse, she turned to me and said "Sorry Billy. I don't go out with pencil dicks. I've got a real man now! I like men with ELEPHANT BALLS." The crowd had burst out laughing, and my face went beet red. Shit! I was so humiliated, I just ran home. God it pissed me off so bad!

So, well, when I saw him come in, to be castrated, well, of course personally I couldn't have been more pleased. I stared at him for a long while. Finally, he started coming around and finally his eyes met mine, and then his face went red and it was his turn to be humiliated. I think seeing me there to help castrate him was his worst nightmare, and yet when they got him tied down he was scared then to the core. I know for one, I was very anxious, but I wanted to make it last and draw it out before they took his nuts and made my day.

Of course I had to pretend I didn't know him, because if the physician's assistant had had any inkling that he and I knew each other then he wouldn't have let me help out in his procedure. Alas, I wasn’t about to tell him, and since Gary was gagged he couldn't say anything either. So, I was there when we castrated him, and it was one of the sweetest moments of my life. Still, he had got himself in trouble, so his deballing had nothing to do with my feelings toward him.

He had always hung around with the jock crowd and the bad boys, and a group of them had been caught breaking into one of the high schools over in Chester county. They had tripped an alarm, and they were caught red handed. Worse, they were beating the crap out of the janitor when the police showed up, so that didn't help their case much. They were just a bunch of teenagers, but Gary and a couple of the others had already graduated and weren’t students anymore. The rest of them were, and they got off without the felony convictions. But for Gary and the older ones that were out of school it was another story. With the assault and the amount of the damages the felony charges stuck. During the sentencing hearing, because of his age and clean record the judge suspended all but six months of his jail sentence, but not his castration, so in the end his little romp through the school cost him his balls. Of course, that kind of a message travels really fast, and when the former quarterback of your football team gets nutted the news gets out in a hurry. After that the vandalism sprees in the area just sort of ended altogether.

After they had him tied out and ready and he was fully awake, the Physician's assistant just slowly wandered over until he was standing in front of him. Gary was still wearing his chastity belt, and while he'd only been wearing it about three months it he had been it long enough to get him good and horny. Of course, at this point he was scared, really scared, and as he looked at me, and then the PA, back and forth, you could just see his fear mounting. I gave him a wink, and his face went white. When the physician's assistant showed him the key to his chastity belt I wish I could have had a picture of his expression. He looked at it and knew immediately what it was, and then he looked at me and I grinned. I was grinning from ear to ear then, and while I knew with certainty that he had been dreaming of having the belt removed, right now he was worried about other things. That metal cup that was covering his scrotum was the only thing separating his balls from the knife and he knew it. Needless to say, knowing what was about to happen, he wasn’t too thrilled to see the physician's assistant had a key, especially when he was all strapped out helpless and with his legs spread.

The physician's assistant turned to me, and then looking back at Gary he introduced me. I tried not to giggle, and pretended like I was meeting him for the first time. The PA said "Well, I'd like you to meet my assistant, Billy. Billy's seventeen, and he's going to help nut you. Right now, he's going to get you all prepped up, and when Billy's got you ready then I'll be castrating you."

Boy you should have seen Gary then! His eyes were so wide, staring at me, the feeling then just totally wild. He panicked, and struggled, hard, pulling against his restraints like there would be no tomorrow coming. While he was doing that, the PA walked behind him, between his legs, and then put the key into the big padlock that held the chastity belt in place. He undid the lock, and then he swung open the metal cup that entrapped his balls, and then carefully he pulled the tube off of his dick and removed the belt. When he did Gary's big cock jutted up so hard it slapped against his belly.

His bag of nuts were even bigger than when I had seen them last, only this time they were hanging down like a prize between his legs, waiting for the knife and for his unmanning. His nuts were absolutely huge, and once they were out of that belt they hung down, stretching out his sac, hanging there like a bull's balls hang, stuffed full of his big balls. He jerked even harder, and his balls began to swing. As I watched them do that, I remembered his words in the locker room so long ago. He had called them "elephant balls." And so they were.

Gary's cock was already drooling precum, and it ran down like a string from the end of his dick. The physician's assistant looked at it, and then at me, and I said to him "Another leaker." He laughed, and said, yeah, well, this boy's leaking like a sieve. That's a hell of a set of nuts. I think his balls are ready now, and his cock's so hard I think he wants it. Then he turned to me, and said: "OK Billy, get him ready, and I'll be back in ten minutes. I'm gonna go do the thief next door, and then I'll be back. Be careful with this one, as he looks close and we don't want him cumming before we're ready."

When the physician's assistant walked out, Gary looked at me with pleading eyes. Perhaps he was hoping I'd let him off? I have no idea what he was hoping for, but I had no intention of making this easy on him. No intention of that at all. I knew I didn't have much time, and I wanted to make my point before the PA returned. I reached over and ran my hand down the sweat along his back, and then as I reached down further I paused at his hole. I toyed with the hairs there, and the ring of his muscle, and then I whispered "If I had time Gary....I'd fuck you." As I said that I pushed my finger into his hole, then in and out and in and out, just to let him know that I could. He started shaking then, and his eyes went really wide, as the fear took him and my finger fucked his ass. Finally, I pulled my finger out with a "pop", and moved my hand down further, between his legs, and once there I reached up under him and hefted his balls. They were big and they felt good in my hand. I started to squeeze them, and when I did I leaned over to him and put my mouth up next to his ear. And then I said: "Gary....Gary...Gary....you're right, they are elephant balls, especially compared to my.....what did you call them? Oh yeah, my acorns."

As I said that, I gave his nuts a hard squeeze, just really crushing them with my fist, and he rose up hard against the restraints and bucked his hips. He shook his head and screamed into his gag, and after that he was grunting wildly, as he fought the feeling while I worked his balls and kneaded them individually between my fingers and thumb.

He was staring at me, his eyes wide, and I could feel his pulse within his nuts. His heart was pounding, POUNDING, and he was so scared he was on the verge of panic. I whispered: "You know Gary, I'm really looking forward to watching you lose these.....yeah, I am. How does it feel knowing it's me holding your manhood? Huh? Still think I've got a pencil dick? Do you?"

He knew he was in big trouble, and he shook his head side-to-side, pleading. I grinned, and squeezed even harder, and then I said: "Well, in a few minutes my little acorns are gonna be huge compared to the empty sac you're gonna have. Maybe I'll go see Debbie again.....she likes men with balls......remember? Well dude, your girl fucking days are over. OVER! That's one thing for certain Gary.....you've fucked your very last pussy. You know what else Gary? It's gonna hurt like hell when they cut out your balls. Yeah....and I can't wait to see you struggling when we're doing it to you."

I pulled down on his nuts hard then, and when I did he pissed the floor. I slid the bucket under him, to catch most of his stream. I laughed then, as he lost control of his bladder, and let him do it, and then dropped his bag and went and got the razor. It didn't take me long. When he had finished pissing I took his hair with the clippers, and then afterwards I leathered him up and shaved him until he was totally smooth. I made sure I got every single hair, as I knew they wouldn't be growing back and I didn't want any hairs down there to let him remember what he had had. He didn't even deserve the memory as far as I was concerned.

Of course, Gary didn't like losing his pubes, and he fought like a madman. I don't think he could believe it was me that was really doing it to him, and when I stared shaving his balls I of course took a few liberties and gave him a squeeze or two as I was doing the deed. He bucked his hips and grunted, but in the end I shaved him bare and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. I liked the sense of power, and I was just thanking fate that he had come in when I was on duty.

I was staring at his hose, which was so stiff and hard that it was like a piece of steel. It was an impressive cock, and the big purple head continued to drool a line of precum from its tip. He wasn't circumcised, but his foreskin was retracted and the end of his cock was glistening. Suddenly, I had this idea, and looking at the clock I knew I had only a couple of minutes to do it. I reached under him then and took his cock, and pulled his foreskin outward until it was stretched out over the end. Then I started using my fingernail to really scratch the hell out of it, squeezing it as hard as I could, rubbing the skin of his dick and using the edge of my nail to scrape the inside lip of it. I pinched his foreskin and twisted it between my fingers, and scarped it again with my nail. He bucked his hips and grunted while I did it, and I worked it hard and fast. After that, I attached the tip of his foreskin with a vengeance, working it continuously and rubbing it raw. He was screaming into his gag the entire time, and I could tell it hurt like hell. Soon the end of his cock was bright red, really red, and I had scratched the underside of his foreskin so much that it was inflamed. Then, I let it go and let his cock just bob and quiver in the air, the entire thing in shock from what I had just done to it. I let it go just in time, as the physician's assistant entered the room only about ten seconds after I let go of his dick.

He looked down at the shave job, and said "Nice job Billy....he looks ready to nut if you ask me." I tried to hold my voice just right, and then I said: "Thanks....he didn't like getting shaved. Oh....by the way, I think he's got a pretty serious infection going under the skin there next to his glans. You might want to look at it. It looks to me like the chastity belt hasn't been too kind to him."

The physician assistant looked at me, and then he crunched his eyebrows, and then walked around behind him and grabbed his cock. He pulled on it hard, backwards, until it was bent straight back between his legs and he could get a good look at it. Gary didn't like that, and he struggled and you could see his face grimace as his hard cock was pulled in that unnatural direction. The PA looked at it for along while, and my heart was pounding as he did. Gary was frantic, shaking his head side-to-side, screaming into his gag as he felt the man examining the end of his tool, where I had scratched it and pulled on it until it was lobster red.

Slowly, the PA slid the skin back and forth and then finally, he said, "Billy, I think you're right. You've got good eyes. He's got a pretty good case of Balanitis started, and if he wasn't going back to jail I'd just clean it up and let it go. But as it is, and knowing where he's going, it's only gonna get worse if we don't circumcise him before we send him back to his cell. Damn. Oh well, I guess we had better get it done; but it's gonna put us behind. Let's get his sample, and then we'll get him cut and I'll take his balls. After that I'll fix this. But today I'm gonna need your help. Get the kit and fill the syringe with 3cc of Lanocaine. I'll start getting his cock numbed up for the circ procedure, and while we're waiting for the drug to take effect we'll take his balls."

I was feeling brave, and I went and pulled down one of the circumcision kits. I pulled out a syringe, and then went to the cabinet where the drugs were. Painkillers weren't authorized for castrations, but for a circumcision they were, and were typically used. Still, we rarely had to circumcise the men we nutted, but when they had an infection and were going back to prison then it was standard treatment. I started to pick up the Lanocaine, but then, for some reason, I grabbed the bottle of sterile saline solution instead. My back was to the PA, and when I looked over my shoulder he wasn’t watching me. I drew 3cc of straight saline, and then put the bottle back on the shelf next to the Lanocaine and closed the cabinet. Then, I handed it to the PA, who just took it without a word and began to inject it around the inflamed head of Gary's cock. He stuck the needle into his cock in several places, all the while thinking he was spreading out the painkiller. I grinned while he was doing that, knowing that the saline would do nothing to avert the sensitivity of his cock or the pain that was to come.

Gary sure didn’t like the needle, and he sure bucked his hips with every poke. He screamed and screamed and jerked against his bonds in a panic. Of course he knew he didn't have an infection, but there wasn’t anything he could do and no way to express that to the physician's assistant. I loved the look of desperation on his face! It was crystal clear to him at that point that my little trick had worked, and like it or not he was going to be circumcised along with getting castrated.

After the PA had injected the end of his cock with the saline solution, I knew it was time and I opened up one of the collection rubbers. I moved close then, and placed the condom on the end of his pole, and then unrolled it down his shaft until his pole was covered with the latex. As I was doing that, the physician's assistant walked around in front of him and looked him in the eyes. Then he said "Well, it's time to get you castrated. The state requires you to deposit a load of semen into the condom that Billy has placed over your penis. I need you to do that now so I can castrate you. I know your dick is a little sore, but the Lanocaine should help and you need to be cooperative. So, go ahead and shoot your wad and then I'll unman you."

Gary Tanner started struggling then, really fighting, hard, realizing his nightmare was going to happen and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it. I started jacking his pole then, working it up and down, and while I was doing that I watched his big sac of nuts swing, back and forth, like a pendulum of manhood waiting to be harvested. Gary was grunting into his gag, and was sweating so much then that I could see the wetness between his legs. He bucked his hips as I worked his pole, and as he did he would inadvertently thrust his big cock into my fist, fucking it in a way, driving his cock in and out as he fought against his bonds. The feeling was building rapidly, and his nipples went to points and his balls started to draw up. The PA was between his legs by then, with the knife in his hand, and I knew that soon enough we would have his balls in the bowl.

Gary closed his eyes and fought the feeling. Then, I saw him arch his back, and his eyes opened, wide, staring, as he reached that magical point where everything will begin to move on its own. He was staring at the ceiling then, and I slowed the movement of my hand, just barely moving it, holding him there. He stared, eyes wide, on the verge of ejaculating. Suddenly, he realized I had stopped, but just before the feeling subsided, I twisted my wrist and tweaked the end of the rubber with my finger. He was right THERE, and he was gasping, the realization that I was in control just totally too much for him. He looked at me, and our eyes met. I stroked my fist a couple of more times, pushing him even closer, and then I stopped once again. He swallowed, and drool came out of the edge of the gag. He tried to buck his hips, but I just rode the movement and didn't add to it, holding him off a little bit longer. He paused, and I gave him another stroke, and then another, and then once again I slowed the movement and held him there.

Oh God he was frustrated, and his dick sure wanted to cum. Of course, he didn't, and yet he was so scared he would shoot he was on the verge of panic. He didn't want to be castrated! I had him right on the edge, between cumming and not, between being a man and being unmanned. His nipples were points, and the sweat was running down his back and between his legs. His nuts were tight then, and I could see the end of his pole and it was huge and flared, right on the verge and with its single eye open and oozing. I had him, owned him, and he knew it. He knew too he had no control then, none, and his fate was in my hands and there wasn’t' anything he could do about it. Finally, I grew tired of the game, and so then I whispered "Time to cum Gary....time to squirt your load and to give us your ELEPHANT BALLS."

As I said that I stroked him over the edge, and he grunted and started ejaculating then with a force that is difficult to describe. He just shot and shot and shot, his three months of spent up cum shooting into the rubber with an intensity that was something to see. His entire body jerked and spasmed as he squirted, and the end of the condom bulged outward as his semen jetted into it. About five or six seconds after he started ejaculating, the physician's assistant pushed in the knife, and with a twist of his wrist he opened up his big sac. Boy he grunted into his gag then! I leaned over just in time to see this big hen-sized egg pop out of his sac, quivering there in the PA's hand as it spasmed and pulsated and emptied its sperm.

Gary screamed into his gag and thrashed against the restraints when the knife penetrated into his big sac, and then he was thrusting against his bonds with the desperation of a crazed man who knows he's being castrated. He slammed hard against the cuffs that held him, bucking his bald cock and jerking his buttocks, clinching the muscles as he felt the knife do its work while he shot his sperm.

When I saw his ball I gasped, and then I said "Wow...that's a big nut!"

The physician's smiled, and then he looked at it in his hand. Then he answered: "Yeah...that it is. It's a hell of a nut isn't it? It sure seems a waste to unman a guy with balls like these. Oh well, he's a felon, and he deserves to be castrated."

The PA grinned, for the first time, and then he flicked his wrist and took his huge nut, and then shifted his grip on the older teenager's big scrotum and moved the knife to the other side. Gary slammed his head down in frustration, the feeling then of being half-castrated driving him insane. He felt all of it, felt his sac as the knife filleted open the right side, and felt it when his last nut popped out and into the PA's hand. I was looking at him, then, into his face, as I wanted to watch his expression at the moment of his unmanning. He stared at me, and I at him, and then just as the PA made the move I gave him a wink and then it was done. He grunted as his last ball was separated from the sac that had carried it for his nineteen years, and after that his sac was empty and his balls were in the bowl.

Gary bucked his eunuch hips then, driving his last hard cock into the air, fucking it, his hips humping as if he was mounted to a girl. His cock looked funny then, as he thrusted it, and yet as it thrusted out above his empty sac it looked out of place and strange. Without his pubic hair and with his balls gone, he looked like a little boy with a big cock. The look on Gary's face was priceless. I don't think he could believe it had been done, and so as he thrusted and fucked the air we just waited and watched. It didn't last long, and then, like a balloon that has lost its air, he just fell back, into his restraints, and after that he stopped struggling altogether.

The PA gave him his shot then, and with the hormones rushing into his bloodstream his unmanning was complete. I was grinning as he grunted into his gag and stared at me, his eyes still wide and in shock from his unmanning. I just looked at him and smiled. Meanwhile, the physician's assistant had opened up the circ kit and had laid out its contents on the tray by his hips. I slid off the rubber, and showed Gary his last wad, and then I tied the end and set it into the collection vial for shipment to the lab. As I was doing that, Gary's last boner started to shrink, the end still wet with the remnants of his final wad.

The physician's assistant wasn't wasting any time. He moved the lever and raised the back part of the horse upward, giving him a better view of Gary's cock. It was already hanging downward by then, his big hose losing all of its rigidity. With his sac empty, it was a very easy matter to pull his cock down and back. I stood up to see if I could be of any assistance. The PA knew what he was doing, and he slid the plastic guide cap over Gary's wilting tool and clamped it in place. It was over his penis but under his foreskin, and then taking his scalpel he started in on it, cutting down and through the tissue as Gary bucked his hips and screamed.

I laughed. I made the comment "I think this jerk deserves a tight circumcision." The physician's assistant looked up at me then, and frowned, but then he said: "Well....I don't really care....I guess if you think I ought to make it nice and tight, why the hell not? He won't be fucking anything anyway." Then he moved the knife further back on Gary's hose, and cut into it at that point instead. Boy that made Gary go wild! Of course, the pain was so intense that I think the PA was really surprised at how hard he was struggling, but of course he had no idea that the nerves in his cock were feeling everything he was doing. I made the comment: "Guess he doesn’t like losing his foreskin. Well, too bad I guess."

The PA looked up at me, and then he nodded, and said: "Yeah...I guess its still pretty sensitive, even with the Lanocaine. The infection might be deeper than it looks. Well, I don't have a lot of sympathy for him, and Balanitis isn't something that should be ignored. It was definitely red and raw, and pretty inflamed. His foreskin appeared scratched even, and he must have had some grit under it that got trapped within his chastity belt and festered. If they can't clean under their foreskins and keep the area dry, this is what happens. Oh well. Man, this is one tight circumcision I'm doing. Hope he likes it. His cock's sure gonna look a lot smaller."

With those words, I laughed, and so did he. Gary was jerking his head side to side, screaming, and he was literally ballistic with the feelings of having the skin off his dick amputated on top of everything else. I was wanting to laugh so bad, and whenever he would look at me I would wink back at him. He was really hurting, and yet I could tell he was pissed too. I giggled, and the revenge just felt so damn sweet. I could hardly wait to go after his girl.

Gary went absolutely crazy as he was being circumcised, and I've never seen anyone struggle as hard as he did while it was being done. His empty sac of nuts just looked like a folded piece of skin, and his prick seemed to shrink by the second as it was being done. It didn't take that long, and when the PA removed the clamp and finished with the surgical glue, I bit my lip to stifle the laugh. God his cock was a knob! The end was round and glistening, exposed and open to anyone that looked. But the skin on his dick was so tight that it made his entire cock look like a little nub. It was just a little limp noodle that wouldn't even make a ten year old proud. I had the thought that if he did manage to get an erection the skin would try and stretch, but since that wouldn't be happening it most likely would stay that way.

After it was all done the PA took the bowl and showed Gary his two excised nuts and his big flap of foreskin. I remember him staring at them, just staring in disbelief, and he watched that bowl and kept his eyes on it even when the PA dumped it into the trash. His nuts landed on top of the pile of nuts we already had in there, and Gary's eyes were so wide and his face was so white when he saw all of the balls that I though he might vomit. His balls were by far the biggest, and as he was staring at them sitting on the pile and longing for what he had lost his face was one of just utter disbelief. I saw the bile come up in his throat and then he swallowed. Even so, he never took his eyes off of his severed testicles, at least not until the lid was closed.

When the guards came in and unstrapped him he looked down at his groin and he gasped. I don't think he could believe it, even though he had seen his nuts in the trash. He looked and stared and his face was white. His big elephant balls that had once made him so proud were missing altogether, and his long and proud cock was just a little knob instead, hanging like a noodle in front of his empty bag. There wasn't any doubt that his fucking days were over. I giggled, and he looked at me. I saw him look then at my own crotch, which was tented out in my pants. The outline of my boner was obvious, and while it wasn’t all that huge it was a hell of a lot bigger than he would ever be seeing again. He looked into my eyes, and I winked at him and smiled, and when I did his face flushed crimson with his humiliation.

[Authors note: © Copyright December, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. If you liked the story, please write and tell me. Thanks. -Nathan// [email protected]]