This is a variation on the story, Crime and Punishment, posted on the Eunuch Archive in May, 2000, by Erik ([email protected]). This variation was done without the permission or knowledge of Erik. WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sex between minor boys, the castration of a minor boy, and the putting to death of a minor boy. If such situations disturbed you, or if it is illegal in your jurisdiction at your age to read or possess a story containing any of these descriptions, please exit or delete this story now.
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Crime and Punishment - A Variation (Part 1 of 2) by Green Sky This is a variation on the story, Crime and Punishment, posted on the Eunuch Archive in May, 2000, by Erik ([email protected]). This variation was done without the permission or knowledge of Erik. WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sex between minor boys, the castration of a minor boy, and the putting to death of a minor boy. If such situations disturbed you, or if it is illegal in your jurisdiction at your age to read or possess a story containing any of these descriptions, please exit or delete this story now. Part 1 Twelve year old Marty sat naked on the bed in his 8 by 14 foot cell, his arms hugging his legs to his chest and his face buried in his knees. In only a few hours it would be midnight; he would be 13 years old, and he would be put to death. Marty thought back to his last day in court, just a few short months ago. The judge ordered him to stand and told him that he had been found guilty of the crimes of rape and murder. Because of his age, he could not be put to death right away, so the judge ordered Marty to be castrated and then spend his days in solitary confinement until his thirteenth birthday, when he would be hanged. Marty's mother had fainted and his father looked like he was going to cry. Marty himself had collapsed to his knees in tears. Marty felt more tears escape and wet his knees as he thought about his castration the day after his last day in court. The guards came into his small cell and woke him up. Marty was already naked. The guards put hand cuffs on his wrists but let him leave his arms in front of him. They then put leg cuffs around his ankles and attached a short chain from his leg cuffs to his hand cuffs. The four guards then marched Marty down hall after hall, until they came to a room that look like a cross between a gym shower and a doctor's office exam room. The guards unchained him and told him to sit on the exam table. Marty went and sat down and did his best not to look scared. A few minutes later, an older man dressed in a doctor's lab coat walked into the room, took a small chair and sat down next to the table close to Marty. The doctor was a nice man, and he talked openly to Marty. He told him how he was sorry but that he must remove his balls, and he told Marty each step he would be doing to castrate the boy. The guards and the doctor were pretty impressed at how well Marty was able to keep himself from breaking down and crying. They had all seen older and tougher men break down in tears. After the doctor was done explaining the procedure to Marty, he stood up and patted Marty on his leg just above his knee. He then told Marty to stand up and masturbate to drain his testicles before the operation. The doctor went on to explain that some of Marty's sperm would be saved and frozen in a sperm bank should his parents wish to have grandchildren after his execution. Also, some of the sperm would be used in a State study of the genetics of sexual offenders. Marty turned a bright red in color from embarrassment. He stood, and the doctor handed him a small beaker in which to catch his ejaculate. Marty was uncircumcised since he had been born prematurely when his parents had been on a trip to Europe to visit relatives. Marty grasped his cock lightly and started to stroke it, rolling the foreskin hood back and forth over his cock head. After three or four minutes Marty's dick had still not responded. The presence of the guards and doctor were stifling any sexual impulses. The doctor gently told Marty that he would have to use electrical stimulation if Marty could not achieve self-arousal in the next few minutes. Marty closed his eyes and thought of his best friend, Pat. One reason Marty knew he was innocent of the crime he had been convicted of related to the fact that he had discovered he was gay just the year before. At the time of the crime, he and his best friend were at his friend's house butt fucking each other. Marty was adamant against letting Pat testify at the trial because he knew it would mean the end to their relationship. Both of their parents were extremely religious conservatives. After certain beatings, Marty was sure both of them would have been sent to either religious-based quasi-psychiatric hospitals or to strict religious boarding schools at opposite ends of the country. Also, Marty was sure the DNA evidence would clear him. A mix up in the labeling of the evidence at the police station caused Marty to be identified as the felon. Marty's lawyer, somewhat more liberal than his parents, knew that, in Marty's State, DNA evidence was never disregarded by a jury. It didn't help that the assistant State attorney general, Joe Burns, was running for the office of State attorney general. He persuaded the local prosecutor to let him handle the case, and he used it to prove to the voters of the State that youths, while being denied many of the rights of adult citizens, would be subjected to all of the penalties of adult citizens, and then some. Burns' conduct in the case appeared to reasonable bystanders to be a personal vendetta against a boy who he had never even met, and who he publicly stated he did not care to meet, boasting that, "I deal with criminals, not meet with criminals." All attempts by Marty's lawyer for a plea bargain and to ensure a fairer trail were bitterly contested point by point by Burns, who had so intimidated the local judge that all the rulings went in Burn's favor. The only way Pat could have testified truthfully was to admit Marty's and his relationship. In a State which sentenced twelve year old boys to death, the penalty would be almost as severe for two twelve year old boys who admitted to sodomy. Marty's lawyer knew Pat would never be able to withstand the sharp, vicious questioning of Burns. Therefore, Pat was prevented from testifying, and Marty felt good that at least one life was saved from the hell he was going through. As all this passed quickly through Marty's mind, he thought back to that last day he was with Pat. He brought to mind the kissing and hugging foreplay they had engaged in, the gentle masturbation and foundling of each other's ball sacks, and finely the wonderful tight velvety smoothness of Pat's rectum as he slid his hard tool into his body for what was to be the last time. As he did so, Marty once again took hold of his cock. This time, his tool quickly harden and his breathing started to quicken and deepen. In less then a minute he felt the now familiar churning sensation in his balls as they started to rise into his body. He had just seconds to move the beaker in his other hand under his scrotum and guide the now exposed cock head partially into it. With a loud groan, Marty shot four long strings of cum into the beaker's bottom. As he did so, his knees began to weaken and he collapsed back against the examining table to brace himself, still breathing deeply and trying to recover from his orgasmic high. When he was finished, and his breathing returned to normal, the doctor took the beaker from Marty's hand and wiped the last droplet of cum from Marty's cockhead. He then told Marty to go take a hot shower to get himself clean and to help his balls relax and loosen further. Marty went to the shower and turned it on. He set the hot water to as hot as he could stand it. He used the noise of the shower and the water hitting his face to finally let go. As he washed his lean, preteen body with the bar of soap, he cried. By the time he had scrubbed himself from head to toe and fully rinsed himself, he had cried his last tear. Marty dried himself and then walked back up to the doctor. The doctor asked Marty to lie down on his back on the exam table. Marty laid down and the guards came up to him and started to tie him down to the table with thick leather straps. Marty was soon fully secured to the table, and he could only move his head. One of the guards cranked a hand crank, and soon Marty was in a seated position. He saw that his legs were slightly bent at his knees and spread very far apart. His butt was right at the end of the table and his cock and balls were hanging freely. The Doctor came up to Marty with some shaving cream and a safety razor and used them to shave the very few hairs Marty had around his crotch. When the doctor was done shaving him, he used a piece of medical tape to tape Marty's penis up out of the way of his balls. The doctor took a syringe off of the medical supply tray he had next to him and proceeded to inject all around Marty's scrotum. His ball bag soon felt numb and the doctor picked up his scalpel. The doctor made an incision down the center of Marty's scrotum. Marty felt a little bit of the cutting, but it was mostly numb and he had felt worse pain when he skinned his knee last year, so he did not cry out in pain. The doctor finished his cut and put down his scalpel. He then picked up some forceps and inserted them into the opening he had made in Marty's scrotum. Marty kind of felt the instrument inside his scrotum, searching around. When the doctor felt he had a tight grip on the cord, he pulled it out of the opening. With skilled hands he then used stitches to stitch closed the cord as close to the body as he could. He then took the scalpel and cut the cord just below the stitch line. Marty watched the top part of the cord get sucked back into his body like when he slurped down an extra long piece of spaghetti. The forceps still held the bottom half of the cord and the doctor used that to pull, and soon Marty saw his right nut pop out of the opening in his scrotum. The doctor dropped Marty's nut into a medical pan. The doctor then searched inside again with his forceps until he found the left cord and pulled on it. Again he pulled out the cord, stitched it up and cut it. The cord also got sucked back into Marty's body. The doctor pulled out the left ball and dropped it into the medical pan with the right one. He then stitched closed Marty's scrotum, and placed a bandage on it. The guards unstrapped Marty and half walked, half carried Marty back to his cell. Every day the guards took Marty back to the doctors office so the doctor could look at his wound and change the bandage. Marty found this pretty funny. He thought to himself, "Oh, we don't want him to get sick from an infection and die. We still need to hang him!" After a week the doctor removed the stitches from Marty's scrotum and then asked Marty to masturbate. For the second time in his confinement, Marty's face turned a bright red from embarrassment. He took hold of his cock and started to play with it to try and make himself hard. It took a while, but Marty finally got a kind of soft, hard on. His right hand stroked up and down his dick. While he masturbated, his dick kept getting soft, but the doctor told him to keep going until he had a orgasm. Marty closed his eyes and dreamed once again as he pumped his cock. This time, he thought of his brother, Mike. Mike was only one year younger than Marty. After his last afternoon with Pat, Marty had come home to find his brother anxiously awaiting him. Mike wanted to show Marty something had "learned" in school that afternoon. Mike had been in the shower after gym class when one of the other boys had slipped on the locker room floor and cut his head badly on the corner of a locker. The gym teacher had to leave the rest of the class unattended while he took the injured boy to the school nurse. Marty and one other boy had stayed late in the gym putting away equipment. By the time they got to the showers, all the other boys were out and half dressed. When the teacher had left, the other boy had kindly allowed Mike to learn about jerking off and blowjobs, using himself as the demonstration subject. The bell rang before Mike had time to experience anything himself. Mike could hardly wait for Marty to come home so Mike could be the demonstration subject. Mike was not aware that Marty already knew about these things. However, the boys parents were coming home late due to a church dinner meeting, so Marty decided to take advantage of the solitude and play along with Mike's wishes. In the boy's room, Marty enthusiastically followed Mike's instructions as Mike proceeded to "teach" his older brother how to do these new lessons. Mike and Marty really did love each other as brothers, so there was no meanness in what ensued. Mike had not quite entered puberty, so both Marty's gentle caressing and sensual blow job resulted in only dry orgasms. It took no persuasion for Marty to get Mike to agree to reverse the process, only Marty asked Mike to start by sucking him off. With his brother standing in front of him, and his hands kneading his buttocks, Marty stood nude in the bedroom running his fingers gently through his younger brother's hair while the boy's lips and tongue played a symphony on his rock hard dick. Just as Marty felt the cum in his balls start to churn, the door bell rang. Marty rushed to pull on a pair of shorts before running to answering it. He figured Mike could resume as soon as he got rid of the visitor. It was the police. Marty had walked past the local convenience store on his way home from Pat's house, and his face had been captured on the store's outside security camera. A short time after he passed, a customer noticed a dog barking loudly behind the store. Going around back to investigate, he found the nude body of a nine year old girl who had been raped and strangled. There were seven other men and boys, twelve and over, whose images had been caught on the surveillance camera. All of them were being taken in by the police for questioning. Marty was asked to go voluntarily, as much as any twelve year old can really volunteer when a policeman wants a child to do something. Marty went in just his shorts, after telling his brother to stay home and that he should be back before his parents were. At the police station, Marty was smart enough to keep quiet about his afternoon activity with his best friend. However, his evasiveness made the police more suspicious. As with all the suspects, Marty was told that he could go after a simple test was administered to confirm his innocence. The test consisted of giving a small blood sample, about 20 mm. of blood. The police had a supposedly "quick" DNA identification test. However, in all the commotion in the station surrounding the brutal murder, and the attempt to deal with eight suspects simultaneously, Marty's blood sample was mixed up with the real culprit's. With Marty's evasive answers and a positive match on the preliminary DNA test, Marty was immediately placed under arrest. Marty had stuck to his story that he had not committed the crime, but he had been under tremendous pressure in the next twenty-four hours. Before he got a chance to see his parents, or talk to the lawyer they had hired, Marty's name had already been broadcast nationwide as the guilty party. The national media had a field day, with hundreds of experts who, having never met Marty, were more than willing to denounce him as the devil himself. Conveniently inserted in the least obvious place in the publications or broadcasts were statements pointing out that everyone is presumed innocent until proven guilty, and that absolutely none of these people had ever met Marty and therefore had no idea of what they were talking about. Marty knew little of this, and he would have cared for it even less if he had. No, what finally brought Marty to the very last orgasm of his life, was the vision of himself standing in his bedroom with his brother kneeling devotedly as his feet, and that one orgasm that never came. It took a long time for all this to go through his mind, but this one thought finally enabled Marty to have a weak orgasm. For his last cum, he was able to shoot only a few light strands of a cloudy fluid. The doctor scooped up some of the fluid and put it in a test tube to be sent off to the lab. The doctor then had Marty take a shower. After he was dry, the guards took Marty back to his cell. Thinking back to his castration three months ago, Marty looked down and felt his empty ball bag with his hand. Over the past few weeks, he had tried to jerk off, but soon lost the urge to get even a soft hard, despite how often he replayed love scenes with his best friend over and over in his mind. Soon after that, Marty lost the urge to even want to jerk off. During his stay in prison, the guards let Marty go outside every day for an hour, even though it was just a 20 x 20 plot of grass reserved for those on death row, and even though he was kept naked the entire time. Also, he was able to take a shower every other day. The guards weighed Marty once a week and kept careful track of his body weight. The time passed slowly. Marty became friends with the guards, and since Marty was such a good boy, the guards all pitched in and bought Marty a small TV for his cell. One week before Marty's birthday, he was moved to the death cell. The back wall were a set of large twin metal doors that opened up to the upper level of the gallows chamber. The morning before the day he was to die, Marty saw his parent's for the last time. A kind guard had given Marty a regular prison shirt to put on before he was taken to the visiting room. The shirt fell down to Marty's thighs, so he did not have to show his nakedness to his parents. However, his parent's were treated just like any other prison visitors, separated from inmates by a plexiglass shield. All Marty could do was to touch the glass which his parents' hands were touching on the other side. Marty had desperately wanted to see his kid brother for a last time, but children under the age of fourteen were not allowed. The authorities thought a prison was too gruesome and disturbing a place for a child under the age of fourteen to visit. "However," Marty thought sardonically, "it apparently was not too gruesome a place for a child under the age of fourteen to be executed in!" All Marty's parents could do was to show him a picture of his brother which had been taken the day before, and read a good bye letter which his brother had sent. Both Marty and his parent's broke down in tears when the thirty minute visiting time expired, and Marty's mother had to be helped from the room by his father and one of the guards. The afternoon before the day of his execution, Marty saw his attorney for the last time. Due to the DNA evidence, and the viciousness of Burn's prosecution, the attorney had not even tried to appeal Marty's sentence. His lawyer was there to tell him that an appeal to the governor for clemency had been vigorously opposed by Burns and had been turned down. Marty was naked once again, but, the man being his attorney, he could meet with Marty in person. The only thing the lawyer could do for Marty was to wait while Marty wrote two letters. The first was a good bye letter to his brother. The second was his first and last love letter to his best friend. In both, he asked the two to care for each other as if they were the brother and best friend neither of them would soon have. Marty had not been allowed to see his kid brother or his best friend since he was taken from the courtroom in shackles the day of his sentencing. He made his lawyer promise that the letters would be delivered without any of the boys' parents finding out. Only a lawyer could take the letters and have them delivered without the prison guards reading them first, and thus exposing the boys' relationship. That night, the guards brought Marty his final regular meal, and Marty shocked himself and the guards by eating everything on his tray, and even asking for seconds. After this meal, Marty would be on a special diet in preparation for the execution. Marty cried himself to sleep that night. However, as morning came, he resolved to face his last day as bravely as he could. He realized that crying would not stop what he had to go through, and that all he could do now was to try to face the situation with some dignity. For breakfast that morning Marty was given only a roll, an apple, and a quart of water. The hours wore by. Occupants of the death cell were not allowed out in the exercise yard. For lunch, Marty was only given water. At four o'clock, Marty was given one last quart of water, and the water faucets in his cell were locked so Marty could not drink any more. At six o'clock that evening, the guards once again cuffed Marty's hands and feet, and connected a chain between them. Marty was taken for a final trip to the doctor's room where he had been castrated. There, the doctor made Marty lean over on his elbows on the procedure table while he inserted a greased rubber enema nozzle up his rectum. As the water from the two quart enema bag flowed into Marty's bowel, the doctor placed his hand on Marty's stomach and massaged it to ease the pressure. The doctor could easily see that the effects of Marty's castration were now permanent. Even this intense anal stimulation had no effect on Marty's shrunken tool. When the bag was emptied into Marty's bowel, the doctor inserted a small rubber dildo into Marty's anal opening and escorted the boy, still in handcuffs and ankle chains, to the toilet to relieve himself. The entire procedure was only slightly uncomfortable. However, Marty blushed red when the doctor had to remove the dildo and guide Marty onto the toilet seat to relieve himself. He blushed even further when the doctor had to wipe his bottom. The procedure was repeated twice more. When it was done, the doctor had Marty brace his backside up against the procedure table. He then took a small catheter and placed some anesthetic cream on it. He lightly grasped Marty's now permanently soft dick and gently rolled the foreskin back. He inserted the catheter tube up Marty's penis into his bladder and drained all of Marty's urine into a large receptacle. While this was being done, two guards had gone into an adjoining room and changed into swim trunks. As soon as Marty's bladder was emptied, they helped Marty over to the shower area and gave him a thorough shower and hair washing. Unlike the first time he had been there, Marty was now an occupant of the death cell and prison rules prohibited its occupant from being unchained outside the death cell for any reason. Even the day before, Marty had been handcuffed when he wrote the letters to his brother and friend. After Marty was showered and dried, he was returned to the death cell and unchained to wait out his final living hours. The whole procedure had taken about an hour and a half, so Marty had a little less than four and a half hours to live. At ten minutes to midnight the guards came back into Marty's cell. The guards had the naked boy stand at attention and Marty could see the sad looks on their faces. The guards took hold of Marty's arms and put his hands, palm to palm, behind his back. They then used a thick leather belt around his wrists to secure his arms together. It was the first time in the prison's history that the belt had been pulled all the way to the last hole to get a snug fit. Each guard stood on one side of Marty and took hold of his upper arms. Right at midnight, the wall started to roll apart. The sound of the doors pulling apart sounded like death screaming in Marty's ear. When the doors were fully open, Marty felt a small pressure on his upper arms, signaling him to begin his final walk into the chamber. Marty took a deep breath and started forward. The guards walked Marty into the chamber. The only people he saw inside were the warden and the hangman. Marty saw the rope with it's noose hanging above a trap door in the floor. The guards carefully positioned Marty on the center of the trap door. One of the guards told Marty to put his feet tightly together. With some twisting and turning the guards soon had Marty right in the center of the crack in the trap door. Marty hoped he did not look too weird. One of the guards bent down and used another leather belt to secure Marty's ankles together. The guards stood back and the hangman came up to Marty and pulled a hood over his head. Then the hangman pulled the drawstring on the back of the hood until it was tight, but not too tight. Marty started to hyperventilate as he felt the hangman place the noose over his head and around his neck. The hangman cinched up the knot so it was snug against Marty's neck, just below his left ear. Marty tilted his head to the right in a attempt to relieve the pressure of the noose at the point were his jaw and neck met. His heavy breathing was causing the hood over his head to get sucked in and out of his mouth. Marty started to cry as he heard the hangman walk over to the lever in the floor that would open up the trap door. Marty knew he was only a few seconds away from death. He heard a loud CLUNK sound, and felt the floor fall away. Marty let out his last breath in a scream as he fell into the lower gallows chamber. As his body pulled the rope taunt at the bottom of the drop, the strain snapped Marty's neck and abruptly cut off his scream, leaving just its echo resonating through the upper and lower chambers. Marty was dead two seconds after the drop. The guards, hangman, and warden all saw the rope go tight and then give a few light jerks as Marty's body twitched for a few seconds. The doctor who had castrated Marty pronounced Marty dead at seven minutes past midnight. That morning, Marty's parents came and picked up their son's body for the funeral. At the funeral, all of Marty's friends showed up. It was the largest funeral the small town had ever seen. However, like a stone thrown in to a still pond, the ripples from Marty's execution rolled outward in an ever increasing circle, affecting the lives of all it touched.