Romanian Castration Clinic, Part 3: Erik's De-Nutting

The Dr. knows what's best for Erik's balls...

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I gave my stamp of approal to Erik's involuntary asexualization the 
previous Wednesday, and I knew that today he would arrive at the 
hospital early in the morning to fill out his paperwork and go 
through pre-surgical processing. 

I began to wonder what Erik must feel like on this cloudy morning, 
being led through the cold corridors of a state hospital, his last 
few hours as an intact man. Was he filled with horror? Or was he 
filled with shame, knowing that from this day forward he would be 
less than a man ... an impotent sexless eunuch?  

There was a one-way mirror between the operating chamber and the prep-
room, where Erik was being readied for his asexualization.  As I 
looked through the mirror into the prep-room, I could see Erik's 
expression as the Nurse and medical technician went through the pre-
surgical checklist. His face looked ashen yet defiant -- he did not 
want to be here now, and certainly didn't want to lose his balls and 
manhood.

For the protection of the hospital staff, the guard/courier who 
delivered Erik had strapped his arms tightly to the examination 
table, where he sat upright awaiting his fate.  This was standard 
proceedure -- he would not be unstrapped until we had administered 
enough sedation, which the medical technician was doing right now.  
As a small syringe was pressed into Erik's vein, my cock began to 
throb -- I knew that from this point on, there was nothing that would 
save his young testicles from my knife, there was no way he could 
fight off the inevitable.  

As the syringe was emptied into his veing, Erik's demenor and 
expression began to change; his grimace and nervous manner began to 
dissolve into a blank sedated bliss; he would still be conscious, but 
the sedatives and muscle relaxants would render him completely docile 
and harmless.

I walked into the prep-room, and introduced myself as his surgeon.  
Erik's eyes widened slightly, and he started to talk to me, but his 
speech was slurred.  "Whyyyy aaaarrree youuu doiiiing thiiiis tooo 
meee?" he managed to get out, with great effort.   At this point, I 
almost felt sorry for him -- he was so helpless, his naked body 
strapped to the examination table, his earnest pleading not to be 
emasculated by my knife.

"Erik, some day you will understand that this was for your best 
good.  We perform over 40 castrations a week in this hospital on boys 
and men of all ages ... hundreds of men have been castrated before 
you, and hundreds will be after you. What's happening to you is a 
standard proceedure, and after it's done you will not miss your 
testicles at all.  Society may shame you or make you feel like you 
are a freak, but you will secretly be happy.  Your cock will shrink 
considerably, and with some boys it will even retract into their body 
-- but you will be glad that it no longer drives you and controls you 
and forces you to do perform unwholesome acts on women ... you will 
be glad that your cock is asleep forever, that the only thing it's 
capable of doing is taking a piss," I said.

Tears were streaming down Erik's face, his blue eyes bloodshot with 
impotent anger, pleading with me not to take away his manhood.  His 
eyes looked down, and I'm sure he could see the enormous bulge in my 
surgical pants.  "I'm going to see you in the operating room in about 
20 minutes Erik, the nurse is going to shave you down and administer 
the final shot. When you wake up, your asexualization will be 
complete, and in short time you can expect to be a sterile, impotent 
eunuch."

I walked back into the operating room to get ready for the surgery, 
and looked back through the one-way mirror at Erik. The nurse was 
shaving the red pubicles from his freckled skin, and he looked like a 
newborn baby. And in less than an hour he would have the penis of a 
baby as well.

end, part 3