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Carter’s big organ swung – violently erect as the trolley was pushed down the corridor towards the doors – a sign above the door read “Gelding Theatre”. One of the four white-uniformed nurses pushing the trolley smirked at him and slapped his erection, which amused the others. Carter was utterly helpless, strapped in numerous places with his legs spread wide – his organ swinging more after the slap. He was slapped again – it did not hurt – it was meant to humiliate. In the theatre the Geldress approached with her young assistant – the four nurses watched, all loved to watch a castration – especially when the man had a big erection like this. The young assistant stared mesmerised at the huge column and the deep mauve plum pulsing at the top – she was a virgin and would like to have played with it alone – perhaps even using the thing like her dildo before castrating the sex-offender herself. “Prepare him Emily please,” stated the fulsome 38 year old Geldress – who had lost count of the testicles she had dropped into the theatre bucket – but this was Emily’s first. Emily took the surgical cord and looped it around the offender’s scrotal sac – tying it tightly in the correct manner as she had been taught. The sac ballooned and the skin became taught and reddened - something she found fascinating. She then dabbed at the helpless male sac with anti-septic ready for the ‘procedure’ – after which she looked up at the man’s face – with his head propped on a pillow she realised he had been watching her every move intently. “My God – she’s only sixteen thought the gagged Carter – and look at the little breasts on her – I can’t believe this is finally happening to me.” Carter had been in restraint for some weeks now – denied any form of sexual relief – it was not in the ‘programme’. The nurse who had slapped his organ twice had teased him unmercifully in the previous weeks – actually unharnessing her breasts before him and hitching up her skirt and sitting on his iron erection so that it was jostled between her full and shapely knickered bottom cheeks while she masturbated herself – she had to frantically crush and twist his balls when she realised he was going to come – this actually triggered her own orgasm ironically. Carter could only scream into his gag in the isolation ward. The 24 year old temptress now watched avidly as the 16 year old assistant was instructed to pull the erection out of the way – she actually had to wrestle with it’s hardness which caused the plum to be more fully exposed to the women. The prim Geldress secretly enjoyed castrations and liked to make them last – she unnecessarily felt for Carter’s spermatic cords and unashamedly felt his balls with one hand whilst clutching the gelding shears menacingly close to Carter’s ball sac. She pretended that Emily needed to be more firm with the erection – telling her she would demonstrate. The reality was that she was excited by this male’s blatant arousal and attractiveness – she knew he was moments from coming and wished to see him come – such things amused her and aroused her, but they were rare. She gripped the column tightly and bent it back almost to Carter’s stomach – faintly squeezing and releasing whilst telling Emily not to be afraid of it and that it was not unknown for a man to ‘display himself’ like this despite the situation. She instructed Emily to re-grip the column knowing that he was ‘imminent’ and quickly positioned the shears around his bound balls – breathing deeply with suppressed excitement. “Now Emily – pull it back, that’s it grip it tightly, go on tighter….” Carter’s senses were overwhelmed – he had been staring obsessively at the young girl’s apple-sized breasts, which had not gone unnoticed by the Geldress – and had been fantasising about her pert round little bottom. The feel of the cold metal around his balls was almost unnoticed as he felt himself explode. The organ came alive in Emily’s tightly gripping hand and an incredible salvo of come shot out of Carter’s organ – flying four feet – past Carter’s face and spattering onto the theatre floor close to the nurses. The Geldress’s actions were rapid, “You bastard!” she yelled – almost as if she had caught him raping her daughter – stared straight into his eyes – and slowly closed the shears on his trapped and helpless balls – feeling them slice his male flesh – her womanhood lubricating with excitement as she sliced his manhood away – even as Carter’s come shot out before Emily’s mesmerised gaze. The evening came, Carter’s balls had been incinerated along with much other hospital waste, his sperm had been mopped from the theatre floor and he was on his way back to jail to continue his very long and miserable prison sentence. Emily, on the other hand, was travelling back to her nice new flat reflecting on her new job. She had been extraordinarily lucky – the job was a virtual ‘scam’ – better paid than nursing because of the ‘surgery upgrade allowance’ – short hours and easy work – only one procedure today and three at the most, the Geldress (Mrs Fisher) had told her. With good qualifications and an excellent school record Emily had been at the right place at the right time when Mrs Fisher’s previous ‘Junior Geldress’ had left to raise a family. Emily was a girl who didn’t want to work herself to death – and was happy to have an easy job which could allow her to pursue her reading hobby in her ‘down-time’. The brief theory lessons she had received on her post-selection course had covered male gelding but they hadn’t prepared her for the reality. The spectacle of it had been quite bizarre – the big strong man completely at their mercy – and his powerful orgasm even as Mrs Fisher had un-manned him before her very eyes. She had very much enjoyed the feel of his erection in her hand – especially when it had spasmed during the orgasm – it had made her feel sexy. There was little blood from the procedure due to the very tight surgical cord she had applied – Mrs Fisher had resumed her composure, held the severed balls for a few seconds (during which time Emily had seen the scrotal sac open slightly to reveal the balls within) and then drop them into the theatre bucket. The man had sobbed and moaned into his gag while Emily still held his erect penis - – come spattered across the man’s naked body, on the floor and drooled from the ‘plum’ onto her hand – though the penis was not erect for long. The nurse wheeled the man out, his head rolling from side to side, and Mrs Fisher congratulated her whilst commenting on the unfortunate incident that had occurred and that it would be his last such act. Emily had no sympathy whatsoever for these sex-offenders – they simply got what they deserved. When the first eventful week had finished, Emily had assisted with seven geldings and actually castrated another herself, Mrs Fisher had allowed her to operate on the single man due for Friday – though technically she wasn’t qualified. Some of the men had simply sobbed with fear the whole time - their penises small and shrivelled, but another two had displayed their excitement to the secret delight of all the women. Emily had noticed that Mrs Fisher had prolonged the geldings of these two men – but this was not spoken about afterwards, nor did the men come on these occasions. She was disappointed that the man she gelded was not excited but rather struggled against the straps – which was completely futile. She had secretly been rather cruel and squeezed the man’s balls a little harder than she needed to before cutting through his sac. The act had thrilled her as they came away in her hand – still warm and alive – and she had watched the man characteristically buck in his straps with the sharp pain and the realisation of what was being done to him. Mrs Fisher had told her that many of these sex-offenders valued their manhood above all else and that they were doing to them was worse than a death-sentence to such men – so be it, mused Emily. She was determined to do many more - and would continue to squeeze their balls for them on each occasion. She wondered whether a very hard ball squeeze would stop a man from coming if he was about to, or had started to come in the theatre – or indeed if the balls would actually ‘pop’ or be crushed flat. It was Friday lunchtime in the small private hospitals cafeteria that Emily met Karen, one of the nurses who ‘looked after’ the sex-offenders whilst they were awaiting surgery at the hospital – she had been in the theatre each day. She was a senior nurse over-seeing the offenders arrival from the various UK prisons, working out a schedule for the ‘batch’ and certifying that each was medically fit to return to prison after surgery. The small private Surrey hospital made a very comfortable living from such specialist activities – and done so for a number of years under the new government. The gelding wing was effectively separate from the rest of the hospital and because of it’s profitable nature was left to it’s own devices. The new regime had even created new words for the dictionary – ‘Geldress’ being one, as it was felt that the gelding of sex-offenders was, appropriately, ‘woman’s work’. The two girls, despite their eight year age difference had ‘clicked’ immediately – Karen had asked Emily how her first castration had felt that morning and had soon known that they were going to be good friends. Emily had invited Karen to come and see her new flat that weekend and the two had talked to the early hours. It was after a few drinks that Emily admitted that she was a virgin and still very naïve about sex – and that she would like to play with the men privately – perhaps even using a ‘nice’ one to lose her virginity to, so that she could control things at her own pace. Karen had some admissions of her own for her new ‘confidante’, and was soon telling Emily what she got up to after the other nurse had left. Emily was both shocked and fascinated – “but what if you were discovered or the men complained later?” she enquired. Karen reassured her that with the doors locked no-one would discover anything - and no-one gave a damn what sex-offenders said about anything – and were in any case afraid of being branded a ‘liberal’ which could ruin a career in the new regime. Emily also enquired whether there was any danger of her becoming pregnant or becoming infected by some disease when she put the men’s excited organs so close to her knickered ‘parts’. Again Karen reassured her that the men were thoroughly checked for diseases before arrival and that she put the ‘male pill’ in with their food – so that any ‘spillages’ would be completely harmless. Karen also confided with Emily that as well as enjoying her cruel teasing she would like to castrate a man herself one day. The pair agreed that each would do their best to assist the other if at all possible – though each was aware that in their positions they would undoubtedly be able to assist each other in time. Emily saw the opportunity much sooner than she had dreamed possible – during the next week Mrs Fisher informed her that she was taking the Monday of next week off to make a long weekend with her husband. She asked Emily how she would feel about doing a procedure herself – so that she didn’t come back to too much work on Tuesday. She said that although Emily wasn’t technically qualified yet, no one would know or quite frankly care – and that she had shown excellent aptitude.
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