The Physician's Assistant - An Inspector's Perspective (Part II)

Continued from part I.....

Most of the castration clinics are run the same way, although there is nothing in the law that requires them to be done a specific way. The law just mandates that a felon be castrated, and so how it is done can very, as long as it is accomplished and the process is not drawn out excessively. Of course, there is pain, as pain killers are not funded or authorized. That was a big discussion item when the law was originally being debated, but the consensus at the time was that this was a punishment, and making sure it was painful would serve as a good deterrent.

In the deep south things are done differently than in the north, but the result is the same. The center in Atlanta is the most different, and one of my favorite facilities to visit. Yeah, I especially like the Georgia facility, and sometimes I'll set up an inspection there just to watch a session. The Atlanta facility has a woman physician's assistant for one thing, and she is a no-nonsense individual who likes to get it done. She's a lady with big tits, and while I'm not a ladies man myself I do think for many of the men she castrates the very idea of her unmanning them just shocks them to the core. Most of the men of course think women are for fucking, so when she's holding the knife in one hand and their balls in the other the expression on their faces is just priceless. They sure don't like it at all!

She's strictly all business, and could care less about the men or boys she nuts. She does them in batches, and while that is unusual too, as far as other facilities go, it's not illegal and it works well the way they choose to do it. The state of Georgia is the only state that doesn't use the standard "Horse" to restrain the men being nutted. Instead their facility uses a specially designed castration rail to unman their felons.

The castration room is a large room in one of the wings in the prison, and bolted to the floor are steel pipes that are formed into inverted "U" shapes and lined up next to one another. Much like a metal saw horse, these pipes are bolted and braced so they form a rigid structure over which a man can be restrained, which will then expose his balls from behind and make them available for his castration. These sections of pipe are braced and separated, so that each station can be adjusted up and down independently of the others. The castration stations are numbered, one through twelve, and are close enough together that they are side by side, yet far enough apart that it is possible to walk between them.

The height of each rail can be set as needed. Normally it is set to be even with the waist of the man to be nutted. There is a rubber pad that is zipped over the horizontal portion of the pipes, so that it will be more comfortable for the men being castrated. It’s a very simple, but very effective restraint device. Directly in front of each inverted "U" is a vertical pole, which is equal in height to the pipe the prisoner is restrained over. This vertical pole has a locking device at the top, and is used to secure the felon's wrists, stretching his arms outward and preventing him from using them.

When it is time to castrate a prisoner, three guards go to his cell and there the felon's wrists are cuffed into a restraint bar, which is exactly like the one used in the northern facilities. Of course, the restraint bar fits perfectly into the locking mechanism of the vertical poles in the castration room, so that once the prisoner is cuffed the cuffs can stay in place until after the man has been nutted. It's very effective, and helps to control even the most stubborn felons. After their clothing has been removed, their legs are shackled together, with a length of chain, and then they are escorted to the room where they are then deballed.

When they arrive for their appointment they are immediately secured over the rail, and their cuffed wrists are locked to the pole in front of the horizontal bar. Where they are standing, the floor plate has a number of holes, each designed to accommodate a quick release pin. When the prisoners are brought in their legs are already shackled with a length of chain so it is easy to put a pin through one of the links and lock it to the floor. Entering the room they are walked right up to the rail, and pushed over it and their wrists cuffed in place. Then one of their legs is pinned into position on the floor. Their other leg is pulled apart then, so that their legs are widely split, and when that's been done their second ankle is pinned in place as well. Usually their legs are spread so wide they are standing on their tiptoes. Held by their wrists and widespread legs, and bent over the rail with their bottoms jutting up and out, they are then ready to be castrated.

In Atlanta, they can do up to twelve at a time, and I enjoy the mass castrations and think it sends a strong message that the state of Georgia means business. Once the felons are all secured in place, several teenage workers go down the line and prep them one after the other. First they are gagged, then once their bonds are rechecked, their chastity belts are removed and then afterwards they get shaved. Once their legs, balls, and pubic hair are shaved smooth, then a little disinfectant gets splashed on their balls and then they are ready.

The prep time goes pretty quickly as there are more than a few teenagers that are working there to make it run well. The state hires them for just over minimum wage, and the job can be messy. During a castration some men will piss the floor and I've even seen men shit themselves when their balls were being cut out. Even so, there are scores of teenagers waiting for job openings, as the work is popular and the job is in demand.

The way the rail is built the felons are all facing a wall, about ten feet in front of them, which has windows down its length and allows for viewing by selected witnesses from a room on the other side. The viewing area is actually quite large and contains comfortable seating, built almost like a theater. Usually, the crime victims receive an invitation, and there is also some press spots available. For some castrations, I've seen the room completely packed. I personally think they have a good idea with the viewing area, as it does increase the deterrent factor when people are allowed to watch the punishments carried out.

It's always a show of sorts. These men have for the most part been locked in a chastity belt long enough that sexually they are extremely frustrated. Consequently, by the time the men are shaved they are almost always rock hard, their pricks jutting parallel to the floor and their balls hanging down and ready to be taken. The room is kept very warm, so their nuts hang low, which is intentional and makes the subsequent castrations go much easier. In front of each of the boys waiting to be castrated there is a small table, and on each table is a glass specimen cup that has been pre-labeled with their name, age, social security number, and the number of their castration station. The cups are used to collect the mandatory semen sample. Unlike other states and facilities, the state of Georgia doesn’t use a condom to collect the sperm from the men, but instead uses sterile glass vials that can be closed with a screw on lid. I don't think it matters really, as long as the load is captured and can be sent to the lab for storage.

The physician's assistant usually walks down the row of men, one after the other, and pauses to look each one in the eye. She likes looking at them before she nuts them, so they know who is going to do their unmanning and they can prepare themselves for it. As she pauses, she inspects the prep work, and then she places a modified box cutter on each table, so that a separate knife will be used to unman each felon. They look like regular box cutters you could buy in any hardware store, except that the razor blade is curved, with a hook, and the knives have been sterilized. It's much cleaner that way, and safer too.

I think it's funny to watch each man's expression, when they see the woman who will do their unmanning. Some of them stare at her tits, longing for them perhaps, and sometimes their cocks will bounce up and down when they first gaze upon her. More than a few of the men will get so excited their cocks will literally start drooling, a line of clear fluid just dripping out of their pricks and hanging downward toward the floor. I guess perhaps it's because most of them haven’t seen a woman in a while. Still, when that happens, and they start to sling a line of goo that almost looks like snot dripping from a nose, I always think it's funny. It's almost like their pricks are so excited to see the woman, even though it is her that will be unmanning them.

You would think their cocks would shrink and try to hide instead, but they don't, and instead they all jut up hard and stiff and oh-so-eager. They stare at the woman, and their cocks quiver, up and down, the end flared and ready as if they actually were about to fuck her. I love looking at their expression as the men stare at her and contemplate the woman who will take their balls. Still, there is something that draws their gaze more than the woman and her big tits. When she lays down the knife that will do the job, they always follow it, staring at it then instead, looking at it there, waiting for them. Once they see the knife they don't look at her again. Instead they stare at the blade, and after that the look on their faces is something to observe. God I love the anticipation!

On a table at the very front of the room is a round cage like basket, mounted so it can be rotated, like you would see in a bingo parlor. In the basket are numbered ping pong balls, and there is one ball corresponding to each station where there is a man waiting to be castrated. I always think it is a hot scene to see so many naked men, standing with their legs spread, stretched out over their padded metal pipes and struggling in their bonds as they wait to be nutted. Of course, what makes it especially so is that every man is hard as a piece of steel, each cock jutting up and out and his balls filled with cream and he anxious to spurt it. For most of them, they have been locked into their chastity belts for at least six months, and sometimes longer, and they are so desperate to cum that usually their dicks are drooling.

The state has a 'ball lottery' of sorts, and if you can pick all of the numbers and in the proper order there is a lot of money to be won. The lottery tickets sell well, and the state derives a good deal of income from the entire process. The way it works is quite simple. When it is time to begin the castrations, the cage full of ping pong balls is rotated, and one of the balls at random slides down into the chute, where it is removed and placed on the table corresponding to the man who is tied over the rail at that castration station. As he sees his number come up, his face will go white, and of course that's when his unmanning begins.

The lottery is open to the public, and so there is a great deal of local interest in who gets castrated first. A lot of money changes hands, and while for most of the players they are really just a string of numbers, like in any lottery, in this case the numbers have meaning and the order is important to the men who will be affected by them.

Once a man has been selected for nutting, one of the teenage boys who has been hired to help picks up the man's specimen cup, and takes the felon's hard cock and places the tip so it is pointed downward and into the opening so his sperm can be collected. Since they are bent over the rail anyway, their cocks are at the most level with their bellies, and then only if they are very hard. Otherwise they are already pointed down slightly depending on the firmness of their erection. So, it is an easy matter to slide under them and to put the tip of their cock into the specimen jar, so that it is pointing down into it and ready to capture anything that comes out of it.

Once that is done, the woman picks up a device with a wooden handle about two and a half feet long. On the other end is a shiny chrome stimulation prod, which has been prepared with an electrolyte solution that allows it to be slid easily into the prisoner's ass. The handle itself is filled end to end with batteries, just like on a cattle prod. The woman just pushes it up against his hole, and then presses it inward, until it pops past his ring of muscle and enters into him deep. As it enters the man, his eyes will always go wide, and then he usually grunts and tries to pull his legs together. The woman slides the prod into his ass an inch at a time, until the red ring that is painted on the handle is just barely touching the ring of muscle that outlines his anus. Only then is the probe in far enough and at the right point. The woman then lifts up on the end of the pole, which forces the rounded metal end directly downward, and into the man's prostate, hidden deep in his rectum. She's done it so often and to so many men that she knows exactly how to do it and exactly how much force to use.

Then she says in her commanding, no nonsense voice: "Boy, I need a semen sample. You need to give it to me now so I can nut you. So, start squirting..."

As she says that, she presses the button on the prod, and as she does almost 15,000 volts of electricity surges down the rod and into the man's rectum, passing through his prostate and forcing an immediate, and somewhat violent, ejaculation. While the voltage is high, the amperage from the batteries is quite low, and so no permanent harm is done. Still, it is very effective. The entire man's body spasms and he jerks against his restraints even as he shoots out his wad with rhythmic contractions of his penis. Most men bite down on their gags, hard, and they usually slam their heads back when they grunt out their loads. With the length of time it has been and the need for their release so desperate, they usually squirt out a hell of a load and they usually do it with gumption.

When the woman presses the button and the man starts ejaculating, most of the other men turn to watch. God they looked scared then! It's always intriguing to see just one man in the group jerking against his rail almost as if he's humping it, squirting out his last load of semen while some teenager holds his dick and collects it. The woman holds in the button for approximately twenty seconds, to get the biggest load possible. Then she pauses for ten, and then hits the button a second time just to make sure. The male usually slams his head back again when that happens, and his body jerks in a giant spasm, and then a second wad comes firing out of his prick with a vengeance. She holds the button on the prod in for about fifteen seconds this time, and then releases it, waiting once again for ten seconds to pass. Usually by then, the man is totally spent and totally exhausted. Even so, she hits the button one more time, which usually results in a dry orgasm; the man grunting it out even though his cock spurts nothing. After that the man's shot his load and he's pretty much been milked completely dry. It is fun to see their sample cup, how it gets filled up and holds his last load, almost as if the man was anxious to donate it to the state even if he was not.

As soon as he's pumped himself dry another of the hired helpers will hand a special banding device to the woman waiting for it. She pulls the stimulation prod out of his ass with a "pop", and then trades it for the bander. While she is banding the male's sac, the boy helping will clean up the shock probe, and get it ready for the next felon which will soon be needing it. The state of Georgia uses a modified cattle bander to expedite the castrations, and it's very effective and helps minimize the surgical risks. The state bander is loaded with two bands, one that is red and one that is green. The twin bands are clipped over the banding jaws, one on each notch, and then they are slipped over his testicles that are hanging down and waiting for them. The woman just goes about the task without comment, and it happens fast.

When a man feels the loops of rubber being slid over his nuts, most of them will jerk within their restrains and try desperately to close their legs to keep it from happening. Of course, it doesn’t matter how hard they struggle. As soon as she has the rubber loops where she wants them, she pulls the lever and the twin bands snap off, shutting off the top of the man's scrotum in a single instant with a loud SNAP. Of course, they always buck their hips then and start grunting like a madman!

I love looking at a man's banded sac. The little ring of red rubber is always at the top, against his body, while the green ring is just below it. The way the state bander works the rings of rubber are placed about a half inch apart, one above the other, with only the little piece of skin between the two. The thick rubber rings are so small that they literally close off the man's scrotum, so that after they are in place the testicles themselves are no longer being nourished by their blood supply. As the man bucks his hips and fights the sting he feels, his doomed nuts swing back and forth, hanging down and trapped and dying and with all hope gone. As they scream for nourishment the man feels the pain, and as he does so his expression will change as he makes the realization that his castration is now in progress. There isn't a man alive that likes that feeling, and they start struggling then like a crazed animal.

Usually, if they are going to piss themselves it happens about now. If they didn't have an erection it would almost certainly happen, but since the men have only just ejaculated most of them are still for the most part erect, so luckily it's not that common of an occurrence. Still, ever since the man shoots his wad his prick is shrinking, and so it can go either way and certainly many a felon will lose control of his bladder. At any rate, once their balls are tied off it isn’t very long before they lose them altogether.

At the same time the prisoner is being banded the teenager who was helping to collect the man's sperm screws a top onto the man's filled specimen cup, and sets it aside to be sent to the lab for storage. Then, he picks up the modified box cutter, handing it to the woman on the other side of the rail. Of course, the man sees this happen, and knows by then that the end is near. She doesn’t hesitate, not at all, and instead just reaches down between his legs as if it's something she does every day, and hooks the curve of the blade between the two bands. The man feels it of course, and stares, usually straight ahead, and since the woman is behind him he stares at the teenager whose been helping instead. Usually, their eyes meet, the felon and the boy, and for a single priceless second the two stare eye to eye, the man in fear and the boy grinning with eager anticipation.

I always like that moment, the boy with the fuzz on his lip and the smooth face, staring at the man who has reached the pinnacle of sexual maturity. Of course, everything hangs in the balance, and at this point the mans nut's are only attached by that single piece of skin and what's under it. Time stands still, but only for a second. With a single, quick pull, the PA jerks her knife and takes his banded nuts, sac and all, unmanning him in the single quick move and leaving him ball-less forevermore. Of course, in that instant, where before the man was staring down at the boy who was sprouting his way into manhood, now the boy with his growing nuts is looking down at a eunuch instead. You can actually see the change on their faces, each realizing what has been done and how things have suddenly changed. Usually, the boy grins even wider at that point, and sometimes he even laughs out loud. The new eunuch, totally humiliated, usually looks away in embarrassment and his face flushes crimson.

I love the reaction in the room when the balls are stolen. For the man, he usually jerks wildly, crazily, fighting the feeling and struggling like there will be no tomorrow coming. I've seen men struggle so hard they shake the rail, which is no small feat since its made of steel. They usually hump the air with their ball-less dicks, thrusting wildly almost as if there was something to fuck. While they are doing this the other men are staring, the expression of shock on their faces as they realize they won't be able to stop it and so it will happen to them.

The castrated man's wild thrusting never lasts very long. Usually, after a minute or so they stop struggling, the realization then that it's been done finally registering. They usually collapse then, just falling into their restraints, the fight gone from them and the feelings of loss consuming them instead. As soon as they stop their wild thrusting, which they always do, the physician's assistant gives the man his shot, which is a mixture of estrogen and medroxyprogesterone acetate, or DepoProvera. That finishes off his manhood, once and for all, and after it's entered his bloodstream his testosterone levels will fall to pre-puberty levels. Of course without his balls, and with hormone therapy not authorized, they will stay that way. By this time, the eunuchs spent cock has already begun to shrink, and within a few minutes it will hang down, lifeless, a worthless wet noodle limply hanging, all alone, from a bald mound.

The woman usually pats the man on his ass, just to let him know she's done, and often she will run her hand up his sweating back and feel the wetness from his earlier desperate struggles. Usually at this point the man is collapsed against his bonds, but even so they often will turn their head and look at the woman who has unmanned them. When they do, she shows them his sac. About half the time she winks at them, and then, with a toss, she dumps their bag of severed nuts in the trash.

The cage of ping pong balls is rotated then, and a new number falls out and a new man is nutted. By the time she is doing the third or forth felon the others are screaming for mercy and jerking against the rail, each knowing their time is coming and each desperate to keep it from happening. You would think they wouldn't struggle so, having been convicted, especially since most of them deserve their punishment without any doubt at all. Still, they fight it, wanting to keep their manhood more than they want anything else on earth. As each man screams and struggles and then loses his balls, one after the other, the fear and trepidation for those still waiting gets worse and worse.

During my last visit I remember this one red headed man, who was in his mid twenties and desperate to keep his balls. I think his case illustrates a typical castration using the Atlanta method. By the time his number came up he was already in a panic, screaming into his gag and fighting and grunting for mercy. The man had a big sac, really big, and as he struggled it swung down between his legs, under the rail, giving the impression he was trying to fuck.

The woman slid in the prod, and lifted it up so that it was pushed into his prostate. As the teenage male helping her took the man's cock and pushed the tip into the collection container the man started screaming and shaking his head from side to side. Yeah, the red head was screaming, and he twisted his neck downward and watched the boy holding his cock. He did not want to provide a sample! Undeterred, the woman said "Boy, I need a semen sample. You need to give it to me now, so I can nut you. Start squirting..." He started shaking his red hair back and forth again, screaming "NO!" His eyes were staring, open wide with fear. It was obvious he had no intention of ejaculating. But then she pressed the button, and he bit down on the gag and his head jerked back, hard. Of course, he squirted then too, dumping his load of sperm into the cup and giving the state what it needed to allow his nutting to continue. He bucked his hips, humping the rail, and squirted out his goo in spite of his desire to stop it.

As he was squirting the woman held the prod and pushed it in and out, fucking his ass with the electric pole and making sure he was milked completely dry. As soon as that was done, she banded him, and after that he bucked his hips and slammed even harder into the rail, struggling and desperate to stop his castration. She didn't care, and instead just laid up the curved blade to the top of his nuts, directly between the two bands.

This time she said: "I'm going to castrate you now. Your fucking days are over." Just as she said that, she pulled the knife and the boy shuddered, quivering, his entire big sac of nuts coming free in less than a second. He grunted from the pain, and struggled, still humping with his hips up and down and up and down. This went on for a few minutes, before he suddenly stopped and then just collapsed, the fight gone out of him like the wind goes out of the sail.

The men on both sides of the castrated man were screaming, going wild as they watched him get nutted. Both of them realized they would not be able to stop it when their number came up, and so they panicked, fighting the feeling of dread that was oh-so-warranted.

To be continued.....

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