Castration Clinic Series: Erik’s Treatment, Part 3

Erik signed away his balls, and I was ready to take 'em.

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I stuck the needle into Erik’s ass slowly, pushing it all the way 
into the center of his pale white butt- cheek.  My thumb steadily 
pushed on the syringe, delivering a yellowish-brown payload into 
Erik’s young body. The mixture – a combination of hypnotics and 
sedatives – was designed to make Erik completely complaint, almost 
without will – yet keep him fully conscious of what was happening to 
him.

I finally had what I wanted – Erik’s signature on the Compulsory 
Castration form. Not that I needed it – I could have contacted the 
Sterilization and Eugenics authority who would have brought in the 
police.  But that would take time – and I found the most exciting 
part of castrating the boys that I did (over 150, from ages 12 to 31) 
was getting their consent. Just seeing a boy take the pen in his hand 
before signing a castration form was enough to get me aroused, as I 
knew they were signing their own sexual death warrant. I knew that 
they were giving me not only their two most precious organs – they 
were giving me the very essence of their young manhood. I knew what I 
was doing was nothing less than officially sanctioned mutilations, 
but I could not stop myself. It was as if the essence of every young 
manhood I exterminated was somehow transferred to me, and the more I 
got the more I craved and lusted after it. I found myself only 
thinking about castration, and how I would persuade each new 
"patient" to consent to my will.

Erik stood, legs spread, before my examining table. He body was bent 
over, arms, chest and head on the table, ass sticking in the air. I 
quickly withdrew the syringe, having emptied it completely into him.

"How do you feel Erik? You should begin to feel very relaxed within a 
few minutes," I said.

"I felt a sting when you stuck my ass, but now I feel a little light 
headed. Can I stand up now, or should I stay bent over on the table?" 
said Erik.

"Please stay as you are. I want the anaesthetic to circulate evenly 
through your body, so you must stay as you are. In a few minutes 
we’ll turn you over and prep you for the operation," I said in a 
soothing voice.

The injection contained a substance, commonly used to tranquilze 
large animals, that induced a state of almost total imperviousness to 
pain.  I could kick Erik as hard as I wanted, and all would barely 
feel it. I could stab him with a knife, and I wouldn’t even care.

Erik’s porcelein white ass was smooth and firm. I ran my hands over 
it, slowly stroking the soft down-like hairs that covered it.  As he 
was bent over face down, he could not see this, nor at this point 
could he feel it.  Now it was time for his rectal and prostate exam. 
I covered my finger with vasoline and slowly ran it between his but 
cheecks. With the other hand I pulled the cheecks apart, and began to 
run my finger in circles around his anus.  At first I stuck the tip 
in, but managed to massage it in slowly until my entire finger was 
inside his anus.  I probed his silky insides until I found his young 
prostate, a firm meaty lump full to capacity with milky unspent seed.  
I began to massage the prostate, and push into it harder and harder. 
Erik’s cock, dangling between his legs, began to grow, and his 
gorgeous man-eggs would contract up toward his body every now and 
again.  I pushed hard with my finger, and could see pre-cum drooling 
out the end of his hardening shaft. 

After about 15 minutes there was literally a pool of slick pre-cum on 
the floor beneath Erik’s boy-cock.  As I massaged his prostate and 
pressed harder and harder, a thicker sperm-stream began to dribble 
from the head of Erik’s massively engorged organ. 

"Can you feel anything Erik?," I asked.

"No, only a slight tingling sensation," he answered.

"Ok, we’re going to turn you over now and do the final prep for 
surgery. In less than 45 minutes, we’ll have your testicles removed 
and you can go home," I said.

I helped Erik turn over onto his back and get up on the operating 
table.  He looked down and saw his throbbing member and seemed 
surprised.  I put his arms and legs into straps, wich tugged them 
apart and outward. He looked like a naked angel, a divine noble 
creature that had mistakenly fallen through a crack in heaven and 
landed on my operating table.  

"Ok Erik, I’m going to give you something now to make you a little 
drowsy. When you wake up you’ll be asexualized and your treatment 
will be complete," I said. I administered a stong shot of sedative, 
and Erik nodded his head, falling into his last slumber as a complete 
man.

End, part 3