"The Medical"

Eddy Booth looked around him from the comfortable padded leather bench to which he was strapped securely. On day-release from a prison for sex-offenders, he'd been sent to a private medical clinic for a full medical check-up - 'contracting out' was all the rage these days and was said to be more 'cost effective'. Eddy could not believe his luck when he saw the proprietor, an attractive dark-haired Doctor of about 30 and her young medical assistant - an athletic blonde of about 18 or 19 years of age. The Centre only had one very solid door and an armed female security guard manning the reception desk, who doubled infact as the receptionist. Even she was not unattractive, being full-bodied and about 25 he guessed. The prison van had dropped him off, and he had been been informed that he would be picked up in 24 hours time. Eddy reflected, 'Damn it! Even the two bloody prison van guards were nice young females like so many of the prison guards. It was a plot to frustrate the prisoners! They all seemed to be sporty and fit, yet so completely unattainable - though rumours persisted that some lucky prisoners were 'graced with their favours' on occasions. What had puzzled Eddy, however, was the way the bitches had been smirking at him in the mirror so much as he sat in the back in his straight-jacket. The smirking had continued as he was handed over to the Doctor and her assistant. He had been marched along a corridor to the clinic room, after the clinic guard had joined them, and they had collected electric cattle-prods to threaten him with. Once in the spotless clinic room the assistant had stripped him naked and removed his straight jacket whilst the other two watched. He hardly had time to stretch his limbs before he was coerced onto the towel-draped padded bench and securely strapped in a spread-eagled manner - a strap was even passed over his chest to further restrict him. Finally, a rubber ball-gag was pushed into his mouth before he could ask what all the fuss was about. Unbeknown to Eddy the latest election had seen yet more female MP's elected to Parliament, giving them a majority of the seats. Radical feminists had entered the new Parliament, and at last a Law to deal firmly with sex-offenders had been introduced - which included castration for rapists like Eddy.... and he was to be one of the first. The women had left Eddy on his own in the clinic room, shortly after strapping him down. His thoughts began to roam, and soon Eddy was fantasising about his upcoming medical, oblivious of his impending actual fate. Eddy watched with some alarm as his penis rose to a full erection, the glistening dome coming into view. Eddy, like all prisoners, was forced to masturbate regularly to relieve the frustration of prison life. However, he also liked to deny himself so that he would appreciate the sexy female guards more and enjoy his self-denied orgasm when he finally allowed it. He had known his medical was coming for over a week now, and had been determined to deny himself so that he could enjoy the attentions of any nurses involved even more. Nevertheless, he was a little nervous about displaying himself like this; would they ignore it?; he doubted that they could, after all he was a very large man and his erection was a very solid 8". He was after all a sex-offender, and they may become angry - he thought nervously about those cattle-prods, but his erection throbbed on. He heard footsteps and the door suddenly swung open, the Doctor and her assistant's plimsolls squeaked on the polished floor. He noticed that they had changed out of their white coats and were now wearing green rubberised apron/gowns and matching half-face masks. Instantly, he saw the Doctor's eyes widen and fix on his huge erection; the assistant audibly gasped. The Doctor paused for a moment and then strode purposefully to him. She spoke to him for the first time, " Prisoner Booth, I don't like sex-cases with hard-on's, especially when they're very large hard-on's." She punctuated her words by slapping the large column, making it waggle lewdly. " You must be around 8".", she continued, capturing the column in her hand and holding it steady. "You realise of course that if I want to rid you of this state I can do so very efficently, and you won't like it at all." Booth shivered slightly with nerves. The Doctor continued her almost playful slaps to his enormity and continued, " I must unfortunately tolerate this display temporarily. Do you know why?" Booth moaned a little into his gag, he could see both girl's thighs below their short green rubberised gowns, but her slaps were beginning to sting his erection, even though it remained defiantly hard. She continued, " Because, we have an arrangement with a local fertility clinic. Sperm is a valuable commodity these days," her hand mercifully stopped slapping and suddenly gathered up his very large balls in her warm grip, " and you have plenty for us, don't you boy.", she cooed now. She looked at her assistant and continued, "Annabel is going to help you - we want you to have a good full discharge for us." Booth's mind raced, 'This is incredible, I can't believe it...', his thoughts were rapidly interrupted as the athletic young girl climbed aboard the surface, her gown riding up to reveal a tight fitting pair of white knickers. His eyes bulged as she brought her crotch against his column and pressed it back towards his belly. He could see and feel her pouting labia-lips beneath the tight cotton knickers, and even a few stray blonde hairs at either edge of her knicker crotch. She began moving herself maddeningly slowly against his straining column, her knickered lips moving against the underside of his flesh column.... He suddenly started, the Doctor had injected his arm. She sat by his chest cooing quietly, " Don't worry, that's just to keep you strong down below, because I want to tell you someting else and I don't want to upset Annabel's work.... " Booth felt something happening, lustful fever such as he never known began to fill his brain and he felt his erection swell and harden even more. He heard Annabel make a little noise of involuntary appreciation, as she pushed harder onto his straining manhood. As he looked up he saw her unbutton her top and push out her small but firm young breasts, apple round with full pert nipples. The Doctor continued, " I want to keep you hard no matter what because what I'm going to tell you may reduce that magnificent stand you're showing us - but I do so want to tell you.... You see, Prisoner Booth, you're a kind of 'Guinea-pig', a brand new law has just been passed and it means that dirty rapists like you are going to be..... Castrated...", she breathed the last word into his ear sensually. He saw Annabel's lovely face smile knowingly down at him even as she continued her gyrations against his manhood. He was suddenly conscious of his vulnerable balls nestling between his spread legs, only millimetres from Annabel's gyrating young bottom. His tormentress continued, " This will be your last ejaculation and possibly your only useful act in life so far - we're going to castrate you and send you back to prison as a eunuch - but that's not all - the new law allows us to make you absolutely 'safe' to women and perform a 'full' castration - that means we're going to cut this off too." Her hand snaked under Annabel and quickly squeezed his penis root; Annabel smiled at him again as she paused briefly to allow her employer to make her point. "We've decided that as soon as you've performed your 'duty', we're going to take your 'cock' first,... and it will still be hard after you've come I can assure you. Then we're going to take your balls - and put the whole lot in a specimen jar to show visitors. There will be many others, but a girl's 'first' is always her most special, don't you think." , she taunted him making an obvious reference to female virginity. The cruel and taunting words penetrated Booth's drugged brain, but the powerful drug kept him violently rampant, despite the full horror of their words. The Doctor reached for a steel bowl and continued, "Nothing you can do can prevent Annabel from forcing a nice big load from you, into this bowl, and then we can get to work on you." With that the Doctor climbed aboard his bound form and straddled his face. He stared up at her black-knickered crotch, beneath her short green gown, and could see the swell of her large, firm buttocks as she swayed slightly over him. The horrific words had slowed his orgasm a little, but this fantastic view of the Doctor's firm thighs and knickered womanly parts, together with the fact that Annabel had begun fondling and rolling his big balls was driving him once more to the brink of orgasm. The Doctor positioned the bowl, ready to capture his precious ejaculation - worth at least �1500 to her business. Everyone was disturbed as the buzzer on the wall sounded. Annabel paused as the Doctor dismounted reluctantly and went to answer the intercom unit. They all heard the Security guard speak, "Doctor Rawlings, the guests are here, shall I bring them in." The Doctor closed the button, "Annabel, they're early - quickly, get off him and cover your breasts. Damn, I wanted to get this part done before they came." She opened the comms button again, " Claire, could you give us one minute and then bring them in please." Despite the need for some haste, Annabel lingered a little as she dismounted, purposefully causing his huge erection to catch in the knickered groove of her gorgeous rounded bottom, his very plum nudging into her cleft - it would have touched her anus were it not for the separating knicker material - a tiny string of his pre-come even briefly clung to her knickered bottom as she lifted herself off him. Claire, the small Medical Centre's receptionist come security guard, led the VIP's, as arranged, to view the country's first castration. The guests, all female, were mainly women MP's, young and mostly quite attractive, their ages ranging from 25 to 45. Three young female journalists were also present to write up the event, as well as a 20 year old sexy young female photgrapher sent to photograph the event for a feature article in a very popular and raunchy women's magazine (the article had already been given a title by the lady Editor- 'Cutting back on sex-offenders' - she intended to run it as her top story and she knew it would be an extremely big-selling magazine issue ). The fifteen strong female audience entered amid a hubbub of female chatter, but as they entered the noise ceased and was replaced by gasps and several discreet nudges. They had all expected to see a naked man at a castration, and certainly his intimate parts, but none had expected the man to be sporting an erection - and probably the largest erection any of them had ever seen. Dr. Rawlings quickly explained the fertility procedure and the importance of collecting sperm from such fertile men - she even made her little joke about it being his only useful act in life, to which there was a good deal of nervous laughter. She also explained the drug he had been given and added that the forced ejaculation may be upsetting to some Ladies and that they were free to leave, and return when it was done - to view his castration. The audience remained silent, this was simply an added spectacle for their eager eyes and morbid curiousity. The audience was further surprised when Dr. Rawlings nodded to Annabel and she pulled her gown over her head to reveal a tight white leotard. Booth's fevered brain registered that her white knickers and white lycra sports bra had infact been connected and part of the same garment. Dr. Rawlings explained that the female form is always likely to enhance the ejaculation. (Annabel was something of an exhibitionist and had no problem in flaunting her athletic figure before the women.) The fertility clinics were a growing phenomenon, allowing many 'independent' women to raise families without men if they chose to - most of the women MP's present were fully in favour of them, and aware of the difficulties involved in obtaining good quality sperm from fit and healthy men (infact one of the MP's present was a client of the very fertility clinic in question!) � Dr. Rawlings began tying up the man's huge balls, placing a rubber ligature noose around the root of the sac. The young photographer's camera flashed as she did so. She tightened the noose and the sac ballooned until the trapped balls waggled between his legs in their taut, shiny sac like a piece of fruit. She then placed another noose over the massive erection and lightly secured it at the root - she didn't want to restrict his discharge. Annabel moved around to the opposite side of the bench with her two bowls, one for his sperm, and one for his sexual organs.... Dr. Rawlings placed a pair of steel tongs around the root of his balls and tightened them, she would be able to use them to pull on his balls as she severed them shortly. Annabel gripped his massive column and began pumping it steadily. The audience of women were mesmerised by the proceedings and seemed to focus on the very plum of his organ as it glistenened with pre-come and was jostled above Annabel's tightly gripping fist. Eddy Booth's time as a man was short as he rolled his head left and right, first taking in his masturbator's pert little apple-breasts, being joggled within her tightly clinging white leotard by her actions, and then to his right the strangely erotic sight of the audience of women - many of whom wore quite short skirts - he could see their stockinged legs. He made out the full hipped but young and quite innocent form of the photographer in her very tight brown corduroy trousers - even as her flash went again and she caught the moment in her camera for the readers of 'Liberated!' women's magazine. Dr. Rawlings held her scalpel close to his excited sex organs - she was impatient to aquire his valuable come and then begin cutting him. Annabel had her bowl positioned and angled ready to catch what she suspected would be a very powerful ejaculation, whilst Booth's tied balls jiggled lewdly in the clamp as her delicate hand worked on the iron-hard shaft. The female MP and fertility clinic user, knew then that she would use her influence to obtain this particular sperm for herself, after all he was young and very fit-looking. She silently egged him on in her mind, 'Come on, come for me you brute - give it up, make me pregnant, shoot for me.... I want to see it...' Many women were excited, including one sexy young MP who felt she would like to try a castration fantasy with her lover (who liked her to tie him up anyway). It could be a surprise for him once he was bound - she could threaten his balls with one of her kitchen knives for fun - pulling them and holding the sharp blade to his stretched sac. She could pretend to suspect him of having been unfaithful to her to heighten his fear - and if he confessed to something she didn't know about who knows what she may do in her passion.... The sexy young photographer was not the only one to have become moist in her knickers..... She was not privy to the fact that a full castration was about to take place and infact she was amazed when she saw the scalpel hovering near the root of the man's amazingly large erection. Surely they were not going to cut him there, she thought castration mean't the balls were cut off. God, that was so cruel she could hardly believe what she was seeing - to cut a man's very erection! Yet, perversely, her innocent and highly imaginative young mind was excited by what was going to be done to this helpless man, and she even had a brief sexual fantasy as she stood there. In her daydream-fantasy she was bold and brash, not shy; she was naked in front of the audience of powerful women and it was her forcing him to come - because he was inside her tight young vagina and she was actually fucking him, whilst knowing what would follow for him as a result when he came in her. The Doctor and her Assistant had clamps and scissors positioned at the very root of his iron-hard erection and around his tied-up balls. As soon as she had forced his come out into her the women would literally cut everything he had off - even whilst his penis was still inside her....... Annabel was herself becoming very excited, she wished she could grind herself on his hard-on again - he was so big. In the back of Booth's mind lay the fear of his imminent gelding, and this was delaying his discharge - he could even see the scalpel in the Doctor's hand, though the drug kept him violently rampant. Fear kept Booth on the edge of orgasm for a long time, counterbalancing the drug, and Dr. Rawlings was becoming more and more annoyed and impatient. A whisper and a nod were exchanged and some in the audience were further surprised when Annabel clambered onto the bench and sat heavily on his face, though the women seemed to collectively understand that he needed that little further stimulation in order to 'produce' his seed. It was indeed what was required to finish prisoner Booth as a complete man once and for all. Annabel's thinly covered pussy literally mashed his face as she settled herself and he could clearly smell her excitement and all of her feminine odours, even a little urine, infact the smells filled his nostrils. He was going over the the edge, he was going to come - and there was nothing he could do to stop it as his brain boiled in lust. Somehow the women seemed to sense that he was going to come, as did Annabel and she quickly positioned the bowl and angled it to 'catch him'. The erection jerked hard in her insistent hand, Booth screamed into his gag, and Annabel's smothering crotch - as his come literally fired violently into Annabel's waiting bowl - even as the camera flashed yet again. "Goodness!", exclaimed one of the women MP's, "he's an animal!" The MP fertility clinic user breathed out, she tightened her thighs and felt that she might come too. Dr. Rawlings allowed four big shots of seed to escape into the waiting bowl as Booth experienced a height of ecstasy he had never known in his life. Annabel pushed her crotch harder onto him. Then, before his come had properly finished, Annabel pulled cruelly on the noose around the root of his erection - instantly halting his ejaculation. Booth felt intense pain as his next shot of sperm tried to escape and his erection swelled obscenely, almost to bursting, and darkened. Annabel put her sperm-filled bowl carefully to one side and selected the other, without moving from her face crushing, squatting position. Her grip on his massively erect penis became rougher and crueller now that she had his sperm safely in her bowl and she bent the massive, bloated and darkened erection up so that the plum nudged the inside of her second bowl. A blob of come smeared the inside of the bowl as she held it there, her fingers gripping it tightly and her nails now cruelly digging in as Dr. Rawlings positioned her scalpel carefully against the root of the iron hard erection (which was now numb to Booth). The room was deathly silent as the women concentrated on the coming event. Dr.Rawlings made her cut slowly (the camera flashing again), the trapped blood did not spray out, rather it ran out, a very deep and dark red. Annabel pulled as the cutting continued, and Dr. Rawlings and Annabel were close enough to see some of his sperm ooze out of the urethra tube as the Doctor cut through it. As the blood escaped, the erection deflated in Annabel's hand, until finally she twisted it a little as Dr. Rawlings cut through the final part. The penis, now flaccid but still not small finally came free and Annabel dropped the large cock in her bowl, as both women breathed out with satisfaction. Booth could not see or feel the events below but began to panic as he felt the warm blood running on his thighs. Bound as tight as he was and with Annabel's weight on his face, restricting his breath, there was nothing he could do other than jerk in his bonds. His balls were not numb, however, and he could feel the Doctor pulling his clamped balls painfully taught, and then the knife cutting at the root of his sac. The sensation was sharp and sweet, the drug having dulled his pain, and incredibly he still felt randy and 'rampant', his 'rampancy', of course amounting to no more than a 'phantom erection'. Booth's balls were soon cut free and joined the large flaccid penis in Annabel's bowl. The plum, still protruding from the foreskin, emerged from the edge of the bowl and a globule of sperm could be seen at the 'eye'. Annabel lifted herself from his sweating face, and she smiled at him as he looked down to see his empty crotch and the bloodied 'meat' in the bowl - he fainted. The camera flashed again as the women clapped. Annabel took her bowl with his precious come in to the incubator unit, her gorgeous buttocks rolling in her leotard as she did so. Some of the guests moved over to look morbidly in the other bowl, still on the bench, with Booth's severed and bloodied manhood in. There was special interest in the globule of sperm which oozed from the eye of the penis head which jutted lewdly above the steel bowl - and the fact that one of the testicles had 'escaped' from it's severed sac and was hanging out. Later, when the guests had gone, the sex-offenders manhood was stored in a sample jar, and the cruel Annabel made sure that he was watching as she placed it all there, whilst he was 'recovering' on his bench. The following day his smirking female prison guards collected the un-manned Booth, and taunted him in his straight-jacket with mock sexual teasing - a degradation which finally broke Booth and left him an empty shell. That evening the sexy young photographer masturbated herself with her vibrator as she went over the day's events in her mind. She had kept extra copies of all the photos she had taken, even enlarging some for the extra details, and they were beside her bed as she masturbated. She turned her head and looked at her favourite, the one where the girl's fingers are cruelly digging into the fantastically large and hard erection as the Doctor's scalpel is pressing into the base of it - the cut is imminent. Her fertile imagination played out another sex-fantasy in which she was sitting naked on the rapist's face, and had been used to help tease out his valuable seed, though some of it splashed out wastefully onto her full young breasts and belly, actually dribbling down into her pubic hair and onto her most personal parts. The other two women have safely extracted the remainder of his incredibly copious and precious sperm for the fertility clinic, and now have him ready, awaiting her instructions. She is grinding herself on him, staring alternately at his monstrous erection and massive bouncing tied balls, all held captive by sharp-nailed fingers, cruelly digging in, and steel clamps;.... and the bowl at his side, almost full with his fantastically copious and fertile sperm. He would have come more if the women hadn't stopped him on her orders - they had enough for the fertility clinic. The two female castraters have him 'ready' for her instructions, whilst she is heading for an almighty orgasm. As her vibrator brings her to her peak, her fantasy reaches it's conclusion too, and she breathes out audibly, moaning, "Cut him.... cut him....cut the dirty rapist, he came on me....he soiled me...." In her minds eye she sees the knife cutting into the helpless erection, which was still trying to come until it was noosed so tightly - she sees the blood ooze out and then some of the trapped sperm ooze out too, as her orgasm explodes from her gorgeous little vagina - and 'onto' the prisoners face..... In time, many more jars will be collected for the Clinic's little collection, but Annabel seems to treasure Booth's very large manhood in it's pickle-jar. As Dr. Rawlings reminded Booth that day, a girls first is always her most special.....