Castration Clinic Series: Erik's Castration, Part II

Erik's castration runs into a few snags before I snag him for good.

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"Castration isn't an option, it’s a requirement," I told Erik’s 
mother over the phone. Her voice was distant and nervous, and I 
could tell something wasn’t quite right.

Ever since Erik and his mother had come in for an appointment, all 
I could think of was Erik’s boyish body, his fair skin, his 
sparkling blue eyes. I thought about him standing in my examining 
room – his body framed by a pair of white underwear just slightly 
whiter than his body – and holding what looked to be a fine example 
of young developing manhood. I remember how my heart raced as I 
ordered him to remove his underpants and sit down on the examining 
table. He shyly reached down and slipped of his clean white briefs, 
letting them drop to the floor. As he stood back up straight I was 
caught off-guard by the perfection of his form … it appeared as if 
an ivory-skinned Kouros had escaped his sculpted fate and come to 
life before my eyes.  I remember asking him to open his legs so I 
could see his crotch – and being astonished by the beauty of his 
dark red manhood. His scrotum was heavy with two egg-like 
testicles, low hanging testament to the virility and power of young 
manhood. I imagined these beautiful mounds filled to capacity with 
their seed, ready to release their payload in a moment of 
explosive, orgiastic triumph.

"What do you mean, he hasn’t signed the papers?" I asked, imploring 
Erik’s mother to put him on the phone.  I waited for what seemed an 
eternity, and could hear her voice pleading with her young son, 
begging him to pick up the phone and talk with the good doctor. 
Finally, I heard footsteps approaching, and Erik came to the phone.

"Hi Erik, you know who this is?" I asked.

"Yes, my mother said it was you on the phone. And I told her I 
don’t want the surgery, I don’t think you need to perform the 
castration surgery on me. I want to be a man, and I don’t want to 
be emasculated by your surgery." Erik spoke very rapidly, and 
sounded as if he were close to tears.

"You know Erik, I understand. Many boys don’t want to have this 
operation performed on them, especially when they think it will 
hurt.  But let me tell you what – let’s have you come down for a 
second examination and see what we can do. I can’t promise 
anything, but if you come down to the clinic maybe we can figure 
out another treatment for you," I said. "And you understand the 
seriousness of this matter Erik, don’t you, with the diagnoses we 
made at your last exam. We are required by law to provide you with 
treatment."

I wasn’t going to take any chances at this point, so I filled out a 
Compulsory Castration Form, and filled it out for Erik.  I would 
present it to him after the second exam, and explain that I had the 
power to order his castration and he basically had no choice in the 
matter.  

A knock outside the office door alerted me that I had visitors. It 
was Erik and his mother, and I invited them to sit down on the 
large green sofa in the reception area. I explained what was about 
to happen.

"Erik, I know we talked about alternatives to castration on the 
phone. Since we spoke on the phone, I did some research into the 
laws regarding these matters, and I basically have no choice at 
this point but to order a Compulsory Castration.  You are free to 
leave my office right now, but if you do I must warn you that you 
will be a felon. And once they catch you you’ll be castrated 
anyway, and probably not by an understanding doctor like myself.
 
"You tricked me, you lied to me … the only reason I agreed to come 
back here was to find another treatment for my problem. You said 
there wouldn’t be any castration," pleaded Erik.

"This is for your own good young man. Castration will calm your 
sexual drive and that’s all. It’s a very minor proceedure, in fact 
we’re going to perform it on you right in my examination room in a 
few minutes. Now you must sign this form, or I will be forced to 
report your felony to the authorities," I said.

I handed the form and a pen to Erik. He looked at his mother who 
only stared back at him in complete silence. Erik started to cry.