Polulaton Centers

© By STEVE ALDEA May 2001

World Population had grown immensely to the point of forced castration of all selective breeding males in society. Human Cloning was common and it became apparent that if the population did not slow down half the globe would starve to death.

Castration centers were as common as gas stations among most Interstate high ways. The U.S. Congress made laws governing testing for I.Q. and Athletic ability to determine who should be allowed to breed and who should be castrated. Other countries around the world soon followed with the same ideas as used in the United States.

I recall specifically in the year 2070 - after males were tested at the age of 14, breeding criteria and population control measures would start. At age 16 all non-reproductive males would be pierced with a 6GA captive bead Prince Albert Piercing. This was to identify them as ones that were going to be castrated no later than their 23rd birthday and it was to keep their penis out of any harms way, as with in the Case of Price Albert.

When they got married, stored seaman from the breeders would be used to impregnate their wives, and therefore a more intelligent society was made. Breeders were required to donate to sperm banks up to their 25th birthdays, so there was always enough sperm to be stored for future children.

A colleague of mine had 7 sons, he and his wife used the sperm bank to have their children because of heredity illness like heart disease and cancer that ran in his side of the gene pool. One of his sons became so brave at the age of 16 to volunteer to be castrated. He wanted to be a Eunuch. He went ahead and got his Prince Albert Piercing, 6ga captive bead ring, and he wanted to wait until his 23rd birthday to offer his testicles to the castration center. Mark played with his PA piercing and enjoyed the erotic feeling it gave to him when jerking off. He had 6 other Stud brothers that had no problem storing up their sperm for him, as they were all chosen to be Breeders! I accompanied Mark on that day of his 23rd birthday to a castration center. It was a very busy day, as 500 guys an hour had shown up to be castrated. Needless to say when mark entered the clinic, he was greeted warmly by the male receptionist Nurse. About 100 men at a time were taken into the big dressing room where they took off their street clothes and put on these hospital gowns. Each guy stood nuts to butts, in single file to have their crotches shaved and bedadine solution scrubbed on their scrotums for infection control. Marks penis was tied to his belly in the up position by a piece of heavy string to keep it out of harms way. There was a long wall with cut out holes in it. The wall had handles on it for balance control, and there must have been about 10 cutters behind doing their handy work. I watched the first 10 guys stand up to the wall for castrating. As mark was next in line he heard the word next, and stepped forward to the wall. He placed his balls into the hole and they rested inside nice and loose. He was injected a local and waited 5 minutes or so before the anesthetic tool over. The castrator asked him if he felt anything and he said no, then proceeded to make a low cut into his ball sack and quickly exposed both testicles, tied off the cords and cut his balls loose. Mark told me that he could only feel a little tugging, but it was a relatively pain free operation. A good cutter could do a cutting and sew you up within 7 minutes flat, I had heard. I started to grow a bone when marks' cutting was complete and he showed me his closed up scrotum without his balls. I followed mark back to the big changing room and drove him home. The clinic could castrate 500 or so guys in one hour if needed too. I was watching all them young men get cut and thinking about the one thousand or so testicles collected that day, and how perhaps the clinics sold the testicles to make into deep-fried Rocky Mountain Oysters!

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