This is a rewrite of 'Bill.' I have added some parts and tried to make the reader one with the condemned prisoner.
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TESTICLE EXECUTION.
I awoke this morning knowing that I was to be castrated. I
knew this ever since sentence had been passed, just one week ago.
I had been convicted of violating sexual law 25.50. I still found
it hard to believe that a civilized society was going to take away
my manhood.
I was placed in a holding cell after my sentencing. It had a
cot and I was strapped to it face up with my arms and feet
immobilized. The only time I was released was for meals, bathroom
breaks and the mandatory exercise hour. As you can imagine, I was
getting pretty pent up since I was not allowed to masturbate.
I knew that whatever my punishment would be, it would not be
pleasant. The punishment chamber is not soundproofed and the
screams of other prisoners only served to heighten my anxiety. I
really had no idea of the real horror.
The guards came. I was ordered to strip and given a final
meal. The guards asked me if I would like one final cum before the
sentence be carried out. Did I ever! One guard produced some lube
and proceeded to stroke my 7’’ condemned penis and balls as if he
was making slow love to a woman. He had a look of sorrow in his
eyes so I’m sure he was relating to my predicament! He teased and
stroked me for about 30 minutes before he finally put me into my
climax. In my excitement, I even forgot about what was about to
happen to my balls. I soon came down from the afterglow of my
final cum and noticed the guards now had a very serious and
businesslike look to them.
My feet were placed in shackles and my wrists were handcuffed
behind me. With my hands and legs restrained, a guard knelt in
front of me. He pulled on my balls, forcing them down into the
scrotal sac. Another guard placed a metal band around the neck of
my scrotum and tightened it in place. The band felt cold and slick
and I realized it was coated on the inside with some kind of
lubricating gel. The band was not tight enough to strangle my
doomed balls but looking down at it, I knew that it would never
slip off of them. The look of my trapped scrotal skin below the
band was shiny, just like the skin of a plum. Finally the guard
fixed a strap below my waist and placed my penis under it. I had
grown hard again as my genitals were handled, but the strap was
elastic and pulled tightly enough that I knew my poor penis would
not slip after it probably softened during the punishment.
I was led from my cell, the shackles scraping against my
ankles, my steps shortened by the chain. In the center of
the ‘execution’ chamber was heavy steel pole. Anchored to the
floor to either side of the pole was a pair of high-topped leather
boots about four feet apart. In between the boots was a trap door
about 9 inches across. With my back to the pole, the shackles were
removed and my feet and they were lifted, one at a time, into the
boots. The boots were laced tightly, I realized that my nuts were
directly over the trap door. My fettered hands were attached to
the steel pole, as was the belt around my waste. Finally my head
was strapped to the pole so I was not able to see down. A mirror
was placed in front of me that would enable me to see the whole
action, WHATEVER IT WAS GOING TO BE!
I was read my final sentence: I was to suffer a punishment
that included pain as well as an ultimate castration. With no
other explanation, the guards left, flipping a switch on the wall
as they walked out of the chamber. In the mirror, I could see the
trap door open and something began to slowly emerge. It appeared
to be a bowl that was mounted on a pedestal. It was rising out of
the hole in the floor at devilishly slow rate! After what seemed
an hour, the bowl was about at the level of my knees. The guards
then returned. They were laughing and obviously enjoying my fear.
What appeared to be water was poured into the bowl. A cable lead
was attached to the collar on my balls. The other lead was
attached to the bowl. The cable was then plugged into an
electrical outlet I hadn’t noticed until now. At last, they told
me what was to happen. As the pedestal rose, eventually my lovely
balls would be lowered into a salt-water bath. When they touched
the water, the circuit would be completed. The electrical current
flow would be very painful. To be sure of my castration, the water
would be heated to near boiling by an element at the bottem of the
bowl. The guards laughed as they left the room. I began to breath
heavy with fear and terror as the water was 2 inches then 1 inch
from my doomed manhood. I tried in vain to retract my nuts but the
collar around them was merciless. Less than an eighth inch, now!
I felt the first tingle and was able to raise them up ever so
little, but this was a useless reprieve. I began to sob. I
accepted my fate and let my balls dip into the water. I screamed
in pain and terror as MY MANHOOD WAS BEING ROASTED ALIVE!