Romanian Castration Clinic, Part 1

To pay for medical school, I castrated over 600 Romanian boys and 
men. Here's part 1 of my story.

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To offset the cost of my education, I agreed to work at a government 
hospital after I graduated from medical school. My name is Jiri 
Ipkin, and this is the story of my three years at the Romanian 
Institute for Psychological and Physical Well Being (roughly 
translated).  During my tenure at the clinic I was assigned to the 
Social Hygiene unit, and performed roughly 600 castrations an boys 
and men from the ages of 11 to 31.



I had no idea what I was to be doing when I first arrived at the 
clinic on a hot day in the middle of May. I was assigned to Dr. 
Djanic, a large man in his early 50's.  He asked me to scrub up, 
because we had a patient ready for surgery in the next room, and he 
wanted me to assist. 



After scrubbing up and putting on our rubber surgical gloves, we 
walked into the surgical chamber.  On the table was a male, about 18 
years old, lying on his back, with his legs in stirrups, slightly 
elevated, and spread apart. Dr Djanic led me to the boys side, where 
he proceeded to check him over -- lifting his eyelids to check for 
consciousness (he was thoroughly sedated at this point), feeling his 
pulse, prodding and poking him. As I got closer, I could see the boys 
genitals -- they were shaven, and were bright pink.  Dr Djanic began 
to examine the boys testes, squeezing them and assesing them. 



Have you ever performed a castration? he asked me. I had only done 
one on a horse once, back on my uncles farm.  "Well you will learn 
very quickly, because we perform sometimes 10 a day here ... 
sometimes 15. We're asexualizing boys who are genetically unfit for 
breeding; we are taking them out of the gene pool forever," said Dr 
Djanic with a matter-of-fact tone.



"Why are they unfit to procreate?" I asked the Dr. he explained that 
there are a variety of reasons that a boy is asigned asexualization 
surgery. Most of them are orphans, wards of the state. Most have been 
troublemakers, and many are retarded.  Often boys who have been 
caught stealing are sent in by the police or the court system. 
Sometimes the boys seem to be perfectly fit, but have been sent 
involuntarily by school or family doctors. 



"I am going to be retiring in a few months, and you will be taking my 
place. I am the primary castration doctor for the entire country, and 
now you will be performing almost every castration that takes place 
here. Are you ready for the task?" asked Dr Djanic.  As he spoke, I 
found myself getting very aroused, and I had an almost uncomfortable 
erection underneath my surgical gown. It was throbbing, in fact, and 
I was worried that the nurse would see it. "Sure I am ready, I 
understand the importance of what were doing, trying to keep society 
free of unwanted genetic influence," I answered, trying to sound cool 
and professional -- trying to hide the fact that the prospect of 
castrating boys all day long was very exciting to me.



I asked to see this boys record, to see why he was being 
asexualized.  His chart had his name -- Jon Olmstead, 18, from 
central Romania. He had been caught stealing food at a market, and 
the judge had sentenced him to 18 months in prison. The prison wardon 
had ordered the asexualization -- it indicated that Jon had gotten 
into two fights the first week of his incarceration, and would 
therefore be subject to involuntary castration by the state.



Jon looked so innocent there on the table -- he still had the face of 
a boy, with the lean body of a young well-developed man.  His manhood 
large -- a proud looking piece of equipment he'd probably put to good 
use in his short eighteen years. I wondered about all the virgins he 
must have broken in with that tool, all the many women he'd no longer 
desire after the asexualization surgery.  "So are you ready for your 
first operation?," asked Dr Djanic. "Yes, let's do it," I answered.



Dr Djanic ordered me to perform a complete testicular excision -- not 
a standard capsular castration, where just the mid-section of the 
testicle is removed.   I made the first cut over the right side of 
Jon's abdomen -- and cut layer through layer until we could pull the 
flesh back, along a cut about 8 inches long.  We were looking for the 
cords, which ran from here all the way down to his testicle. I 
finally found the cords, and attached a surgical instrument to them. 
Now the trick was to coax the testicle out of the scrotum and all the 
way up through the opening in the abdomen. So I reached down with my 
thumb, and pushed his testicle up into his body, and at the same time 
pulled on the cord.



It was harder to get it out than I thought -- I had to push extremely 
hard, and force the testicle up deeper and deeper up into his 
abdomen. I kept tugging the cords, and finally it came out with 
a "pop".  I was holding the right testicle and it's entire cord in my 
right hand -- now all I had to do was cut and suture it.  With a 
quick slash it was off -- I held it for a moment, feeling it's now 
dead weight. 



I let Dr. Djanic perform the same proceedure on the left side of Jons 
body.  When he was done, Jons scrotum looked completely deflated -- 
his ball bag now just a useless empty flap of skin.



end, part 1