STB Law 4, pt.3

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The STB Law 4
Section 3

by Anonymous



	At 8:40 James, the twenty-nine year-old nurse, entered Room A 
and greeted Kevin, who immediately stood up from the chair where he 
was sitting while reading the Bible that was kept in each operating 
room.  "Good morning Kevin.  How are you this morning?"



	"I’m doing Þne," Kevin responded.



	James noted that Kevin’s voice was beginning to break and 
that he changed registers in the middle of his greeting.  Since this 
was one of the diagnostic characteristics of Stage 3, James was not 
concerned that his penis and testicles seemed quite small for him to 
be ready for castration and that there was no pubic hair visible.  



	Kevin looked to be only middle Stage 2 and not the early 
Stage 3 that was normally the minimum required before castration.  
James looked over the paperwork to make certain that everything was 
in order.  He checked the STB Castration Authorization Form for 
Kevin’s father’s signature and was pleased to see that he had signed 
it the day that it had been delivered to him.   



	"O.K. Kevin.  Why don’t you lie down on the table here so 
that I can examine you and get you ready for Dr. Smith."  



	Kevin quickly hopped up onto the table and lay down so that 
James could begin his examination.  First James stretched Kevin’s 
penis to its full length and measured it for the STB records.  It was 
barely two and three-quarters inches long.  Other than the one 
castrato that he had assisted with, James couldn’t remember helping 
to castrate a boy smaller than Kevin.  While it was unlikely that 
Kevin’s penis would have grown since his last Sexual Maturity 
Examination only a week ago, when both its length and its diameter 
were carefully measured while it was fully erect, the STB required 
meticulous record keeping, and occasionally a boy was not castrated 
until several weeks after his most recent exam.    



	After measuring Kevin’s penis length while trying not to 
induce any erection,  James gently massaged Kevin’s scrotum and 
testicles to help them to relax.  Since the operating rooms were kept 
at 85°, the scrotum was already well relaxed and nearly ready.



	"O.K. Kevin.  I’m going to give you a couple of shots of pain 
killer.  This isn’t a serious operation, but since there is some 
cutting, we don’t want you to feel any pain at all."  



	Kevin lay back on the table and only þinched slightly while 
the shots were administered.  He seemed calm, not appearing to be 
concerned about what was soon to happen to him.  James then painted 
some antibiotic on the relaxed scrotum.  



	As James left the room, he said to Kevin, "We need to wait 
about ten minutes for the pain killer to take effect.  Dr. Smith will 
be in to see you soon.  While you’re waiting, I’m going to go next 
door and get Ryan ready for his castration."



	Kevin said, "O.K.," and lay back on the table to wait.



	Every morning as James Þnished his first prep, he couldn’t 
help but to think back to his own castration fifteen years ago and 
how much the system had improved since then.  The STB Law had only 
been passed a month earlier and the clinics were still trying to find 
and process all of the boys who fell under its provisions.  It 
happened near the end of summer vacation, James remembered, that a 
thick, official-looking envelope addressed to his father was 
delivered by the mailman.  For the next few nights, both of his 
parents sat grim-faced at the family dinner table saying nothing.  A 
few days after the envelope arrived, his father had driven James and 
three of his brothers to the local high school which had been 
designated as an emergency STB clinic.  James and his brothers were 
among the over two hundred boys who were processed assembly-line 
fashion that day.  



	James’ father said nothing during the ride and only told the 
boys that they should be good Christians and be fully obedient toward 
all of the adults in charge once they arrived.  James was fourteen.  
His younger brother had just turned thirteen, and his two older 
brothers were sixteen and eighteen.  The boys were gathered in the 
high school gym, where they were Þrst told to take off all of their 
clothes.  Then they stood in long lines while several doctors moved 
through and examined each of them.  



	James still remembered the shock he felt as the doctor felt 
his balls and compared their sizes to a set of testicle-shaped beads 
that he had on a string (which he now knew was a Prader 
Orchidometer).  The beads were green, yellow, and red.  James’ 
testicles were the same size as the second red bead.  The doctor then 
played with his penis until it got stiff and measured its length with 
a small ruler.  It was just a little bit longer than the red mark on 
the ruler.  No one else had ever touched his penis before.  He still 
remembered the embarrassment he felt at his own immediate erection, 
even though he saw that many of the other boys had erections as 
well.  



	The boys were quickly separated into two groups.  The smaller 
group, including James’ younger brother, was told to dress and was 
sent to the school library to wait for everyone else to be Þnished.  
The rest of the boys were divided into small groups and each group, 
still nude, many boys with erections still visible, was taken to a 
classroom which had been set up as a temporary operating room.  



	The boys in his room were lined up and each was given a 
strong sedative to calm him.  After a while, each boy, in turn, was 
asked to lie on the table to receive shots of pain killer in his 
scrotum and testicles.  Despite the sedative, some of the boys 
resisted these shots, but the several adults present restrained them 
while the shots were given.  As soon as the last boy in the group 
received his shots, the boys were lined up again in the same order 
and the assembly line castrations began.  



	James remembered watching in horror as four other boys were 
castrated before it was his turn.  He had no idea what was happening 
or why it was being done.  James’ sixteen year-old brother was just 
ahead of him in line.  He remembered Jerry, despite the sedative, 
screaming and struggling against the doctor and nurses who finally 
had to strap him to the operating table before they could proceed.  



	James knew that he could not successfully fight off the 
several adults who were assisting the procedures.  He also remembered 
his father’s injunction to be a good Christian boy and to be fully 
obedient toward adults.  He allowed himself to be castrated without a 
struggle.  



	James knew now that he  had been late Stage 3 or very early 
Stage 4 when he had been castrated and that both his older brothers 
had probably been in Stage 5.  His younger brother, Charley, was 
castrated two months later, after his Þrst regular Sexual Maturity 
Exam.  By that time a regular STB clinic had been opened near their 
home.  Charley also expected his castration and was ready for it to 
happen.  He knew that he was to be a valuable soldier for the 
impending Kingdom of Heaven.



	James later learned that his father had signed all four 
Castration Authorization Forms which had come in the thick envelope 
before he had taken his sons to the clinic.  When he picked the boys 
up at the end of the day he was surprised to Þnd that Charley had not 
yet been castrated.  The family talked far into the night about the 
reasons for the STB Law and how it was God’s will that they should be 
castrated to build the Kingdom of Heaven on earth.  James now 
understood some of the sermons and Sunday school lessons that he had 
heard in church over the previous few months.  They had made no sense 
to him before his castration, but now their importance became clear 
to him.  



	When school began two weeks later the STB Law was the main 
subject for the Þrst week of lessons in all of James’ classes.  He 
was surprised to Þnd that most of his friends and classmates had been 
castrated too.  Only one of his close friends had not been castrated 
over the summer vacation.  All had been much too embarrassed to talk 
about their castrations when they had met in church and they had all 
avoided meeting outside of church, even to play baseball.  



	After only a few class lessons, James and the other boys knew 
that their castrations were one necessary small step toward creating 
a truly Christian America.  They all understood, too, that cutting 
off their balls had helped to bring the Kingdom of Heaven closer for 
all Americans.  They were now ready to stress the importance of the 
STB law to their younger classmates and brothers.  It also helped 
them to accept their own castrations to know that the younger boys 
would be castrated in their turn.  



	James had enjoyed looking at the younger boys as they 
showered after gym class and imagining the time that their balls 
would be cut off for the good of society and to please God.  While he 
was masturbating, he often day-dreamed about being the one who did 
the cutting.  James knew that once he had been castrated, he was no 
longer "male" and masturbation was no longer considered to be onanism—
there were no seeds to spill.  It was no longer a sin, but only a 
simple pleasure.  Sex could not be a sin since he no longer had any.  
James remembered the many pleasant overnight stays and camping trips 
with his eunuch friends where they could play and experiment with 
many forms of giving and receiving pleasure, none of it now sinful.  
He had also learned many ways to give and receive pleasure with his 
many girl friends.  



	As he Þnished his brief reverie, James moved to Room B to 
prepare Ryan for his upcoming castration.  He was secure in his 
belief that castration was for the best.  It not only provided for 
population stability, but it also helped to create the Kingdom of 
Heaven.  James thoroughly enjoyed his job.  He knew that he was doing 
God’s work by helping to castrate these young boys.  James also 
envied these young boys whose testicles he was helping to remove.  He 
knew that as young eunuchs they would now be able to experiment for 
the first time with the myriad pleasures open only to those without 
balls.



	About ten minutes later Dr. Smith entered Room A and saw 
Kevin lying naked on the table.  He was slender boy with sandy brown 
hair and piercing blue eyes.  Dr. Smith knew that his penis and 
testicles appeared to be only middle Stage 2, but when Kevin read the 
brief Bible passage that was part of the examination, his voice had 
cracked.  Dr. Smith would have postponed his castration at least 
until his next quarterly exam if Kevin hadn’t immediately shouted, "I 
guess that shows that I’m Stage 3 and I get to be castrated!  I’m 
ready to be a eunuch right now!"  



	"Good morning, Kevin.  How are you this morning?"



	"I’m just Þne, Dr. Smith.  How are you?



	"I’m Þne too.  It’s such a bright and beautiful spring 
morning with all of the þowers coming out.  Before we start, Kevin, 
do you understand what we’re going to do this morning?"



	"Oh, yes, Dr. Smith.  You know my family has a dairy farm 
just outside of town.  I’ve helped my daddy to castrate calves for 
three or four years.  You’re going to cut off my balls so that I 
can’t be a father and so that I won’t be tempted into sin."   



	"Last year you castrated my older brother.  Ken had me feel 
his balls in the morning before he came in for his appointment and he 
showed me his stitches when he got home.  He told me all about the 
operation.  I know that castration doesn’t hurt and that it’s for the 
good of society.  I’m a good Christian and I’m ready to be a soldier 
in the Kingdom of Heaven."  



	"This morning before I came for my appointment, I asked my 
eleven year-old brother to feel my balls.  I’ll show him my stitches 
when I get home and tell him about my operation.  He’ll be ready for 
you to castrate in two years.   He even asked if he could come with 
me this morning so that you could cut off his balls right away.  He 
doesn’t want to wait two years until he’s Stage 3.  My daddy also 
wants to see my stitches this evening and to talk about my 
castration.  He said that he would ask you to castrate him as soon as 
my next baby brother or sister is born."



	"Fine, Kevin.  You understand what’s happening and you seem 
to be ready for it.  I know that your mama is expecting her next baby 
soon and I’ll expect a call from your father after the baby is born  
I’m looking forward to castrating your daddy in a month or so.  



	"You can also tell your younger brother that boys sometimes 
reach Stage 3 when they are still twelve.  Remember that Jared 
Williams, who is in your class in school, was already Stage 3 at his 
Þrst Sexual Maturity Exam on his twelfth birthday.  He got to get 
castrated only a week after he turned twelve.  You can tell Jerome 
that maybe I can castrate him next year,  just after his twelfth 
birthday.  Why don’t you scoot down the table toward me and put your 
feet up in these stirrups?"  



	"Dr. Smith, have you castrated Ryan already, or am I the 
Þrst?" Kevin asked.



	"You get to be the Þrst boy for today, Kevin.  I’ll be 
castrating Ryan as soon as I Þnish with you.  Can you scoot down just 
a little bit farther so that your knees are raised higher."



	"Now, Kevin, I’m going to squeeze each of your balls tightly 
to see if the pain killer is working.  Let me know if you can feel 
anything."



	"I can’t feel a thing Dr. Smith."



	"O.K. then.  Let’s get started.  Try not to move, it will 
just take a couple of minutes.  James, please hand me a scalpel."



	With that Dr. Smith made a long incision down each side of 
Kevin’s scrotum, fully exposing the small testicles enclosed.  He 
carefully pulled out Þrst one testicle and then the other, tying off 
the artery and then severing the cord.  He dropped each of the 
testicles in a stainless steel bowl that James held.  



	While Dr. Smith took a needle and sutured both of the 
incisions then painted them with an antibiotic, James measured the 
two testicles with calipers and noted their length in the STB record 
book.  He noted that the left testicle was one inch long and that the 
right one only one and one-eighths of an inch, both extremely small 
for Stage 3 and among the very smallest that James had ever helped to 
remove.  James then dropped the two testicles into a jar which he had 
already labeled with Kevin’s name.  



	After all of the boys for the day had been castrated and Dr. 
Smith was doing the quarterly Sexual Maturity Examination for all of 
the uncastrated boys, James would carefully measure the volumes of 
all of the testicles removed.  He would compare his measurements 
against the measurements which Dr. Smith had made with the Prader 
Orchidometer during the boys’ Sexual Maturity Examinations a week 
earlier.  James knew that Dr. Smith was very accurate in his 
palpitation of the boys testicles during their examinations and that 
he was usually able to judge their exact size even before using the 
comparison plastic samples of the orchidometer.  James last official 
duty each day was to incinerate the day’s collection of testicles.  



	When he had finished nursing school, James had first worked 
in an STB clinic in San Francisco.  The clinic there had freeze-dried 
all of the testicles each day.  The many Chinese boys that James had 
helped to castrate always wanted to take a pair of testicles home 
with them.  They didn’t need to be their own testicles, but for 
thousands of years it had been a requirement for all Chinese eunuchs 
to be buried with testicles.  Fortunately, it didn’t matter if the 
testicles were from Chinese boys, Mexican boys, Black boys, or from 
any other ethnicity.  What mattered was that they were human, and not 
animal.  As he left the STB clinic, the receptionist gave each 
Chinese boy a small box with his name and the date of his castration 
on it.  Inside was a pair of freeze-dried testicles, slightly larger 
than the ones which had just been cut off.  Most STB clinics now kept 
a few freeze-dried testicles of various sizes on hand just in case a 
boy asked to take a pair home after his castration.  



	"O.K., Kevin.  It’s all done.  You won’t have to worry about 
being a daddy now and you won’t have to worry about sinful behavior.  
You should be feeling Þne in no time.  If you feel any pain at all 
after the pain killer wears off, just take a couple of aspirin.  You 
might feel a little bit tender down there for a couple of days and 
you shouldn’t take a bath for twenty-four hours.  Other than that, 
there’s nothing special that you need to do."



	"I’ll give you a prescription for hormone patches.  You can 
decide whether or not you want to use them.  If you put one patch on 
your skin each month you will continue to mature and will be strong 
and athletic.  Your penis will continue to grow and you will be able 
to have intercourse.  You will be able to do anything a man who still 
has his testicles can do, except that you won’t be able to father a 
child.  If you don’t use the patches, you will stay sexually just as 
you are now.  Your penis will not grow any bigger than it is now and 
you will Þnd it very easy to remain chaste and celibate.  You 
probably want to talk with your daddy about what you should do."



	"It’s O.K., Dr. Smith.  I’ve already decided that I want to 
be a virgin for Christ, and I don’t need the patches.  I’ve talked 
with Father Patrick about how important celibacy is for entering the 
Kingdom of Heaven.  I’ve also talked to a couple of the eunuchs in 
the church who are not wearing patches, including Mr. Nelson, my 
Sunday school teacher.  I want to stay a virgin to improve my odds of 
seeing God."



	"That’s good Christian thought, Kevin.  You can get dressed 
now and go home.  The receptionist will give you an appointment for 
next week so that I can remove your stitches.  If you want to see 
your testicles before you leave, James can show them to you.  I’ll 
see you Sunday in church and I’ll see you next week for your 
appointment."



	"Good bye, Dr. Smith.  I’ll see you in church.  And thank you 
for castrating me today.  I’ve been looking forward to becoming a 
eunuch to serve the Lord for a long time.  Tell Ryan that I’m sorry 
he couldn’t watch me being castrated.  I know that he wanted to see 
my balls being cut off as much as I wanted to watch you cut his off.  
Tell him that I’ll wait for him outside.  His house is only a couple 
of blocks from here.  We’re going to walk there and my mother will 
pick me up later.  Even if we couldn’t watch each other’s balls being 
cut off, we can at least talk about our operations.  Maybe he’ll let 
me see his stitches if I show him mine."  



	As Dr. Smith left Room A, he smiled to himself enjoying the 
knowledge of how well these boys adapted to their situation.  About a 
third of them decided on complete celibacy and didn’t use the 
patches, but a majority of the boys did use them.   In fact it was 
becoming well known that the "sexual" lives of the boys who used 
Androderm patches were very active since girls and women could safely 
enjoy unlimited sex without fear of pregnancy, something that women 
married to men with balls couldn't do.  Many girls (and married 
women) also thought that, since eunuchs weren’t really boys or men, 
it was not a sin to have intercourse with them before or outside of 
marriage.  It couldn’t be sex, since they clearly didn’t have any.  
Some men and many of the adult eunuchs thought the same way and 
sought out young boys for play soon after they had been castrated.  



	Almost all of the boys in athletics at the high school and 
middle school had been castrated and had taken to using multiple 
patches to bulk up their muscles and generate the macho drive needed 
for contact sports like football.  Dr. Smith always enjoyed giving 
the semi-annual physical exam to all of the team members.  The 
castrated boys who began using multiple Androderm patches when they 
were still at Stage 3, not only seemed to be physically bigger and 
stronger, but they all seemed to grow larger penises than the few 
uncastrated boys on the teams.  Their penises even looked larger than 
they actually were once the boys’ scrotums shrank down to almost 
nothing.  Not only were the castrated boys better in athletics, but 
they were safely sterile too.  They could have very active sex lives 
if they wanted them.  No girl would risk sex with one of the boys who 
still had balls.  The uncastrated boys clearly seemed to be at a 
disadvantage in many ways!  



	Dr. Smith moved down the hall to Room B, where he knew that 
Kevin’s best friend, Ryan Jones, was waiting.  He had known Ryan and 
his family for Þve years and it was going to be a special pleasure to 
castrate him.  Ryan was the Þfth son of Reverend Michael Jones of 
First Baptist Church and was a member of one of the few Black 
families in Kelseyville.  



	Ryan’s oldest brother, Jeremy, was a pre-med student who 
wanted to work in a STB clinic once he Þnished his training.  He had 
spent last summer helping Dr. Smith in all of the aspects of STB 
work.  He had helped James to prep the boys before their castrations 
and had observed many of the castrations while he was here.  Jeremy 
seemed to be looking forward to being able to castrate young boys 
like his brother Ryan himself.  



	Dr. Smith had also castrated three of Ryan’s other brothers.  
The oldest of the three, Scott, was the star quarterback on the 
Kelseyville High football team and was already being scouted by the 
pros.  The next son, Tim, was probably even better at football and 
would certainly be the star next year.  He was also an excellent 
student and would probably have his choice of football scholarships 
at several colleges, though his current goal was to enter a Baptist 
seminary.    He wanted to be a missionary to Africa like his hero, 
the Ethiopian eunuch of Acts 8.  The third castrated brother was 
already a great tennis player in junior high, better than most of the 
high school team.  He would be even better as he gained some more 
height and strength.  Ryan was a strong and athletic boy and 
castration and Androderm would prepare him well for a future in 
professional sports if he decided to pursue that instead of the 
ministerial career that he was now talking about.  Dr. Smith knew 
that Ryan was a Þne intelligent boy and that some day he would be 
proud to have furthered Ryan’s career with this castration.  He would 
be excellent as either a football player or as a Baptist minister.  



	Dr. Smith also knew that Ryan was very handsome and was one 
of the most popular boys in the eighth grade.  He knew that half of 
the girls in the junior high were anxiously awaiting his castration.  
Each of them dreamed of being the Þrst one to play with his penis and 
have intercourse with him as soon as his balls had been safely cut 
off.  Dr. Smith knew that with use of Androderm, his penis would 
quickly grow to its full size (and probably larger than it would have 
without his castration—his castrated seventeen and eighteen year-old 
brothers were both well over eight inches).  Since he wanted to 
become a minister, Dr. Smith thought that Ryan would probably decide 
not to use patches so that he could easily remain chaste.  But, if he 
decided to use the Androderm patches, Dr. Smith knew that Ryan would 
be able to have intercourse as often as he wanted it.  



	Ryan’s nine year-old brother Emmanuel was scheduled to be 
castrated next Wednesday, on his tenth birthday.  He had a beautiful 
clear voice and both his father/minister and the choir director at 
First Baptist had petitioned Dr. Smith to allow the castration, which 
Dr. Smith was very happy to perform.  After the petition had arrived, 
Dr. Smith had attended several services at First Baptist, even though 
he was a Catholic himself.  He found Emmanuel’s voice to be the most 
beautiful he had ever heard.  Preserving it would be a contribution 
to humanity and a glory to God.  Emmanuel was looking forward to his 
tenth birthday surgery so that his voice would be preserved to better 
praise the Lord.  



	Dr. Smith had examined Emmanuel a couple of weeks ago and had 
been pleased to note that he was still in Stage 1 and that there was 
no chance that his voice would break after his castration.  He had 
read of some boys who had been castrated to preserve their voices, 
but who had already been late Stage 2.  Their voices had later broken 
and they were unable to continue singing as castrati.  	



	Reverend Jones’ Þrst two wives had died in childbirth.  His 
seventeenth child, and second by his current wife, had recently been 
born.  Reverend Jones had asked to be castrated on the same day as 
Emmanuel.  Dr. Smith thought that castrating father and son on the 
same day would be a pleasant task.  He had done it once before with 
Joe Rogers and his two thirteen year-old twins.  He wondered if 
Reverend Jones wanted to watch his ten year-old son being castrated 
as Joe had.  



	Thinking about Reverend Jones, Dr. Smith was also reminded 
that his own twelfth child would be born in less than a month.  He 
would soon need to schedule an appointment with an STB clinic in a 
neighboring community for his own castration.  



	He remembered a couple of years ago when he had driven over 
to Booneville in the Anderson Valley on a Saturday morning to 
castrate Dave Williams in his own clinic only a few days after his 
twelfth child was born.  Maybe Dave would be willing to return the 
favor and drive to Kelseyville so that he too could be castrated in 
his own clinic.  Dr. Smith knew that James would be very pleased to 
be the one to receive his balls as they were cut off and to be the 
one to measure them for the STB records.  He suspected that he would 
have to remind James to incinerate his balls, rather than saving them 
as a souvenir of his boss’ castration. 



	It was important for the STB ofÞcer to set a good example for 
his community.  He looked forward to this further step that he could 
take as a Christian role model for the people of Kelseyville.  After 
watching all of the boys and men that he had castrated over the 
years, Dr. Smith knew that life without balls would be very pleasant. 



	Dr. Smith opened the door to Room B where Ryan was lying on 
the table waiting for his castration.  He already had his feet in the 
stirrups and his knees raised.



	"Good morning, Dr. Smith.  I’m ready.  Let’s get started."