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"If that's meant to be a complement I'm not flattered." she said
seeing that my cock was now standing straight.  She took a pencil from
her breast pocket she snapped it against my hard penis halfway down
the shaft.  I guessed she had spent some time in hospital before. 

The effect was immediate. My poor dick went limp and it wouldn't raise
its scared head again for the rest of my grooming.  Confident of that
fact, she resumed shaving me and would roughly grab my flaccid cock to
move it as she pleased.  She didn't try to be gentle.  I had assumed I
might suffer some ligament damage tonight but not now.  She started to
shave the pubic hair around my dick and was all business until I
thought she was done.  Then she took the head of my limp penis between
her thumb and her index finger and stretched it upwards as far it
would go.  She made a point of looking in my eyes as she started to
shave the shaft of my terrified cock.  There wasn't any hair on my
dick so I knew she was playing some sort of game with me.  Ms. Kramer
wore a little smile, the kind someone has when they're showing off.
My eyes were the only thing she saw as she slowly moved that blade up
and down my shaft.  I think she intended it to impress me.  She scared
me instead. I'm sure the qualification would have bored her and I
never tried to stay so still in my life.  The fucken bitch  paused
razor at the base of my dick and intentionally applied a little
pressure.  That sent a shiver through my body and I fought to stay
motionless.  I thought could live without my balls but not without my
dick!

"What's the matter Robert?  Is the realization starting to settle in?"

My heart was racing.  She gave me a dirty smile and resumed her work.
When she was finished she paused and looked down at my clean smooth
groin.  She seemed most pleased with herself.

"Clean as whistle!"  she smirked.  She casually threw a towel on my
groin and told me to clean myself up.  While drying her hands with a
paper towel she came along side the table and stood there looking at
my face.  She playfully patted me on the belly.

"Don't believe everything I told that English bitch.  She's a
journalist from some radical feminist magazine in Europe, all the
right people read it.  Everyone at the Center has to keep up the
proper impressions.  We all tow the party line around here.  If they
don't feel you're radical enough you become suspect, so everyone tries
to out do each other.  It leads to all kinds of excesses I find
terribly distracting.  You don't feel I was too over the edge do you?"

I think the fucken bitch actually expected an answer from me.

"Don't worry, everything I told her was bullshit, well most of it
anyway.  Did you know she was flashing me the whole time we we're
talking?  She didn't have any panties on either!  The little tramp was
trying to tease me,  ............  nice body though."

 Her voice grew a bit lighter and she took on a casual air.

"Thanks for the tip!  I appreciate it.  I'll try do everything I can
for you Robert, you don't seem like such a bad guy.  Wrong place at
the wrong time , ugh?  I'll try an convince Ms. Summers to get it over
with as quickly as possible.  If she won't, I'll try to get her to let
me do it.  That way you'll know it will be quick and neat.  Even
though you're a "red" I'll  try to get you some mercy.  If it where up
to me I'd give you a novocain in the balls, but that's against the
rules, so don't ask.  I'll try to protect your penis as best I can but
I can't promise it won't be hurt.  I'll do everything I can to see to
it that you lose your testicles as quickly as possible and with the
least amount of pain possible, given the situation that is.  Fair
enough?"

She saw I was beginning to cry.  I haven't cried since I was a little
kid.  

"Let me go!  Don't do this to me bitch!"

She got cold again.

"I don't expect you to thank me,  but I won't allow you to insult me
either.  I don't deserve it!  Push me too hard and I just may let
Jennifer take care of your procedure. She doesn't take a paycheck,
she's a volunteer.  That crazy bitch would tell your girlfriend to
castrate you with a hacksaw!  She would just happen to have one too,
so watch your tongue!" 

She signaled her aggravation in the way all females do by continuing
her little chores in a noisy fashion.

"Don't be such a fucking baby!  I'll expect this during the procedure
but not now.  Remember, you've agreed to this.  You came here yourself
and you asked for the service.  We haven't even started and you're
already losing it. There's the door Robert, walk out ant time you
want.  Walk out that door and you may be walking into prison. It's up
to you.  If you're smart you'll get it over with and go about living
your life.  You only got two choices, you have to pick one."

I hid my eyes and sniveled like a kid.

"I'll have a valuim for you when you come in tomorrow and some codeine
and antibiotics to take home with you in the morning.  I hope you're
appreciating what I'm trying to do for you're. It won't be easy
helping you're with her lawyer being there.  She a bitch on wheels!
You're her first alternative treatment case and she's very proud of
herself.  That witch even wanted to make sure you're had nothing to
wear home tomorrow but a silly sundress.  I told her nothing doing of
course."

I thought maybe Kramer knew something I didn't.  "You're know her
personally?" 

"Not really. I met them both the first time this morning at their
briefing.  They both want to see you're castrated but Murray is
especially looking forward to it.  To tell you're the truth, I bet,
what's her name?  Gail!  I feel she would be just as happy giving
you're a quickie.  It's her lawyer that insists she make a big
production out of it, she has plans for tonight.  Gail seems to do
exactly as she tells her to, she's listens to her."

"I didn't rape her you're know."

Karen looked at me with wide opened eyes.

"You're know, since I got here, every rapist I castrated was innocent.
The women were always lying about being attacked.  Everyone of them
concocted a story to set'em up to go to prison or lose their balls.
It seems all the women did it for their own perverted enjoyment. I've
always wondered why the males always chose seeing me instead of taking
it to the law.  Incredible! I've castrated twenty or twenty five
rapists and they were all innocent, everyone of'em!  Isn't that
amazing!  What are the odds of that happening?  Ugh?"

Sarcastic bitch!

"I don't involve myself with the details of why people come here, it's
none of my business.  Besides, you  and I both know that no male is
really innocent.  Tell the truth Robert, how many times did you either
coerced or sweet-talked a female into having sex with you're?  How
many times have you pumped sperm into some frightened or bamboozled
pussy and then bragged about it to your friends?  Hundreds of time I
bet!  And just because you and the females you've fucked didn't know
it was rape, doesn't mean it wasn't!  Most of the women that come to
us don't know they've been raped until we explain it to them.  I know
you've raped lots of women, it's what males do.  You're all born that
way.  And so what if Gail Summers is setting you up!  Who cares?  If
you admit you deserve it for something else you've done, it will be
easier to accept."

I was naked and being lectured by a maniacal man-hater who was
standing between my spread legs with a razor in her hand.

"Your testicles aren't really necessary at this stage of your life
anyway.  They've served their biological purpose and now they're
causing problems.  You shouldn't be allowed to keep'em anymore.  They
should've been taken from you years ago!  Try to realize that you will
be getting off easy tonight, no matter how tough is.  Getting
castrated isn't the end the world you know?"

"How would you know?"

"Lots of experience Robert, lots of experience." 

"Do you really hate men that much!  Did you ever have a boyfriend?"

That really set her off.

"I'm doing about a case a week. Do you know what that means?  That
means I'll have fifty boyfriends this year!  And fuck you for that
dike shit!  I love men!  No one could do what I do for long if they
didn't!  The place I work in expects everyone to follow the program.
Its really more of a political organization you know.  I don't this
because I hate males, I do it because I want to help them.  I know the
organization I work for is using me but I'm using them too.  I'm
getting lots of valuable experience.  Someday castration therapy will
be as common as a root canal.  It's going to be mandatory and the
government will pay for it.  I'm gonn'a have my own professional
practice.  I'm gonn'a be rich and a respected member of the medical
community!"  

She angrily threw the straight razor she was holding onto the tray.

"I'm going to adjust your scrotum now."

I started to panic.

"I thought that was later!  I You told that reporter woman that's when
the actual thing happens, it crushes all the stuff!  I heard you!"

"Don't go e-mo on me now.  I'll expect that when the time comes but
not fucken now.  Nothing is going to happen to your precious balls.
All I'm going to do now is loosen your bag and put on the bands.
Nothing will happen until the bands are tightened all the way and that
won't happen till tonight.  The rings will be tight enough so you
can't get them off  but loose enough so the don't cause any damage.
And you males call us pussies!  You're all such a fucking cowards!"

She watched me close my eyes.

"Are we all calmed down now?  Good, lets relax that bag of yours."

She went to a cabinet, slammed the door and returned with another
tray.  She ripped open a small plastic bag and removed two  blue
metallic circular rings.  They looked to be about three inches in
diameter and about a quarter of an inch wide.  Putting them back down
on the table she put on a pair of surgical gloves and dipped her
finger in a jar.  She settled on to the stool at the foot of the
examining table and turned on a light.  Grabbing my sack she got hold
of both balls. I convulsed a little when I felt her cold hand.  She
clipped two of her fingers between my nuts and the rest of me and
pulled them towards her tits.  

"Relax Robert!" she ordered as she gave her captives a sharp tug and
then sustained the tension.  I felt her finger make a complete circle
around the top of my terrified scrotum.  She went to the jar for some
more goo and applied it again, this time using a little more force.

"Don't move Robert.  If this stuff get up your ass you'll be jumping
around for hours."

I noticed Kramer just had to yap.

"Listen,  like I said before, most of what I told that reporter before
was a lie.  I had to exaggerate, they've been watching me.  I've
already been counseled for displaying misplaced sympathy.  I'm still
on probation.  What will happen tonight won't be any thing like those
stories.  You'll have to put up with some shit from that Murray bitch,
there's nothing I can do about that.  I know if you can just keep your
mouth shut and don't fight it, the whole thing could be over in less
than a half hour.   The point is, how quickly we can do this thing
depends a lot on you.  Don't argue with her about anything.  If she
asks you if you want to be castrated, say yes.  You must try to
pretend it doesn't bother you.  Above all, don't beg, no matter what!
Act  calm, that usually pisses them off enough to forget all about the
other nonsense they planed and get right to it."

My mind was somewhere else and I guess she could tell I wasn't
listening to her.

"Hey!"  She said as she gave one of my nuts a slight squeeze to get my
attention.

"What am I talking to myself?  I'm trying to do you a favor here."  

I tried to ignore everything including her.  My mind drifted as I felt
her repeat the circles several more times before she was through.  She
gave my nuts a final inspection and got up off her stool. It wasn't
hot at first.

"That's done" she said as she gave my balls a small smack with her
fingers.  "Males always are so obedient when your playing around their
nuts."

Kramer complimented herself for being so observant while she removed
the gloves.  She was standing at the foot of the table waiting for the
gel to take effect.

"That should take a minute or so to start working.  No mater what it
feels like, don't panic."

The top of my ballsack suddenly felt like it was on fire.  I did a
reflex sit-up when the sensation hit.  She was standing at the end of
table and stopped me by blocking my shoulders with her hands.

"It only lasts a minute.  Deal with it!" she ordered.

I was wriggling in pain but I was able to handle it without yelling.

After a couple of minutes she went over to one of the cabinets, opened
a draw and placed something in a metal bowl.  Kramer came back and
placed the bowl on the rolling table along side the examining table.
I watched her put her hand between my legs and I could feel my balls
being cupped in her hand.  She lifted them before starting to pull.
She repeated this several times before she laid them gently down again
and turned to the bowl.  

"I'm going to give you a few injections around the base of your
scrotum now.  You'll only feel a pinch, then a warm feeling.  You may
even find the sensation pleasant.  Do not to move."

With a hypodermic pointed right at your gonads it is very hard not to
move.  I gazed at the ceiling not wanting to see the needle.  I felt a
series of sharp little pains around the top of my ballsack then a warm
feeling around the whole thing.  I got the most peculiar sensation in
my balls. They were not right up next to my body as they usually were.
I could feel them lying on the table.  It was like they weren't a part
of me anymore.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?  Your sack has loosened very nicely.  I
bet you've never been so far from your friends in your whole life.
Look for yourself."

I looked first with my hand, everything was still there but it felt
different.  I took my feet out of the stirrups and bent over to see.
My scrotum was so loose I could see each of my balls clearly.  My
balls were about five inches from my body and lying on the table.  The
skin just seemed to be draped over them and the sack was stretched
longer and wider than I thought possible.  My balls where at the
bottom of very long and very loose bag.  

"I'll be back in a minute, entertain yourself while I'm gone.  This
time you have my permission."  She was referring to my new erection.  

Don't make judgments unless you've been there.  This was a horrible
situation for anyone to be in.  I started to stroke my dick very
slowly, I was going to take my time.  I didn't care about Kramer,
there was no embarrassment any more.  I wanted to enjoy myself while I
still could.  I had been stroking my cock for a couples of minutes
thinking about past good fucks when she walked back in.  

"Don't stop!"  Kramer came along side me and watched smiling.  I laid
back and stared at her tits as I enjoyed myself.  I saw her pick up
something and her hands move towards my cock.  She took my hand away
and stated doing something with my erection.  Was I going to get a
handjob from the iron bitch?  I looked down.  No, I wasn't.  She was
holding a measuring tape to the underside of my cock.  She placed one
end at the bottom of the shaft and extended the tape till it reached
the head.  

"What are you doing?"

"Never you mind."  was her simple reply.  She guided my hand back on
my dick and helped me regain the rhythm.

"Go ahead, finish."  She pickup something else, it was a specimen cup
and she held it at the head of my dick.  "Try to get it all in here,
we don't want a mess like before."

I stroked away faster and faster while she closely watched.  I felt my
cock starting to convulse a little and she tilted the cup so it could
take my load.  I felt a series of intense pulsation's and I let go
with a three or four powerful bursts of cum.  The dirty smile on
Kramer's face brightened noticeably.  When I was done spurting I let
go my cock.  Kramer grabbed it up and gently banged it against the rim
of the cup while squeezing out the last few drops.  I had no idea what
she was up to when she held up the cup to gage my accomplishment.  

"Wow!  This should be enough."  She said as she took it to the sink
and turned on the water.  She put the cup under the water flow for a
seconds and then turned off the spickett and walked towards me.

"What are you going to do with that!"

She didn't answer but walked straight towards me.  Just before she got
to the table she turned to one of the potted plants and carefully
poured the contents around the base of the half-dead plant.

"I read in a magazine that its supposed to be good for them."  

Throwing the empty cup into the wastecan she said  "OK, breaks over!
Put your feet back in the stirrups, we're almost finished."

She picked up the blue rings from the table and seated her self on the
stool.  I winced as she grabbed my loose sack and pulled my balls to
the very bottom.  I felt her play with my balls until she had arranged
one on top of the other.  I could feel her guiding my balls through
the cold steel rings.  What was weird was what didn't happen.  My bag
stayed completely relaxed.  It was the first time I had ever felt
that.  I was scared and my balls and my sack didn't seem to care a
bit.  I felt her force the first ring as far up on my scrotum as she
could manage.  I felt her pull my balls in one direction while she
pushed the ring in the other.  I heard a clicking sound and felt my
scrotum being compressed close to my body.  

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" I yelled.

"Relax you big baby, its only hand tight.  You need a special wrench
to get them tight enough to do any real damage."

She repeated the procedure with the second ring, this time a little
lower down my scrotum than the first.

When she was finished she tested her work by flipping the end of my
sack that contained my balls up and down a few times.  The last time
she flipped them up she didn't catch them when they came back down.
They hit the end of the table and it hurt like hell.  I involuntarily
kicked my legs in reaction.

"Good!  You still have normal feeling.  Don't bother trying to get the
rings off, you won't be able to, and you could end up castrating
yourself.  Ha!"

Finally she grabbed my loose sack between my balls and me and closed
her hand around it.  She lifted the whole thing up clear of my body so
I could see it.  

It didn't look like it was a part of me.

"You're ready Robert.  Now tell the truth, that wasn't so terrible,
was it?"

She gently laid'em back down between my legs.  "You've been
cooperative enough. I appreciate that.  If you want me to watch you
jerk-off one more time I will, but you'll make it fast.  I've got some
paper work to do."

I tried to bring my dick to life, she tried to but couldn't resist
giggling at the sight of my limp cock flopping around in my hand.
"Maybe not" I whispered, the feeling wouldn't come.  Kramer went to
the sink and began washing her hands.  She talked to me with her back
turned.

"You can go home now, be back here at eleven sharp.  Don't be late and
don't be drunk, we'll start your procedure at midnight.  I'll have to
be a different person in front of Ms. Murray and your ex-girlfriend,
don't take it personally.  The Center is very fussy about its image.
After its over I'll give you a sedative to make you sleep.  The
morning girl will help you clean yourself up and give somethings to
take home with you, she'll call you a cab.  The girl's only a intern,
so please be nice to her."  

She dried her hands and walked out the door without looking at me
again.     

I got dressed. It felt weird walking because my balls where hanging so
low.  The rings didn't hurt but I could tell they where there.  I
passed through her office on my way out, she was at her desk doing
something at her computer.  Without looking up she said  "If you're
going to get laid, don't go  to the hookers around here.  They know
what the rings mean."

Walking down the street I thought everyone could look through my
clothes and see the blue steel rings separating me for my balls.  I
was sure they were all laughing at me.


 






Chapter III,    Everybody's Happy!



I knew I was trying to fool myself.  I tried to convince myself that
Murray and Kramer where playing mind games with me.  I held out hope
that it was just going to be just an operation with witnesses.

Come in Mr. Rapist.  Lay down Mr. Rapist.  Hold still Mr. Rapist.
SNIP!, SNIP!  You may leave Mr. Rapist.

There where no lights on.  Was it all a sick joke?  Was I free?  Were
they at the police!  Did I go through all this for nothing?  Was I
still going to end up in jail?  It's a sick joke, that's it!

 I'll wait awhile, just to make sure.

Kramer showed up about twenty minutes later.  There were two other
women with her.  They were mean looking amazons who were as big as
they were ugly.  

"I almost left.  I didn't know if you were coming." 

Unlocking the door she said "I wasn't worried, I knew you'd wait."
One of the brutes gave me a slight shove as I walked into to Kramer's
office.  

"Go upstairs,  I'll be up in a minute."  

I couldn't find the light so I sat in the dark one of the folding
chairs and waited.    A couple of minutes later I heard the sounds
feet running up the stairs.  She turned ion the lights as she entered
the room.  She was dressed in civvies.  Tight black jeans that where
tapered at the ankles. Her thin, white, short sleeved turtle neck
sweater conformed exactly to her curvy body.  The feminized black
combat boots suited the bitch.  Her tits where even bigger than I
remembered.  I also noticed she was wearing makeup and perfume.  If I
didn't know what kind of person she was, I would say she was
beautiful.  

"Get your clothes off, we're late."  

"Who are those other women?  Will they be here too?"  

"They're here to make sure everything happens as planed and to make
sure you don't give me any trouble.  They'll stay downstairs unless I
call'em."   

She began hurrying about the room gathering things from cabinets and
throwing them into a pan while I  undressed.  

"Sit up on the table Robert."  

She came in front of me and reached her hand between my legs and
casually grabbed my scrotum and lifted my balls up as high as they
could go.  She seem happy about something.  

"Good.  You didn't try to get the rings off.  Your scrotum is still
fully extended, I was afraid you'd need a tune-up."  She drooped my
package to examine my limp penis. She grabbed it at the base with her
fingers and wiggled it a few times.    

"What's the matter tough-guy, no hard-on?"  

I had jerked-off about five times in the last four hours and I didn't
think there was anything left in my balls.  If Gail Summers was going
to have'em, they were going to be empty.  A deluded myself into
thinking this was some sort of little victory.

"You will, cases always do.  Roll over now, I'm going to give you
something to calm you down."  

The next thing I felt was a pinch in my right buttock.  I looked down
to see her retracting the needle of the hypodermic she was holding.  

"Is that valium?" I asked.  

"Better!" she said "You may become a little wobbly but you'll be real
calm.  It'll help shore up your courage too.  

Again, looking for another little victory to comfort me I told Kramer,
"Do my dick too.  I don't want to give her the satisfaction."

"Oh really!  What about my satisfaction?" the bitch coldly replied.

I caught the small bath towel she threw in my direction.   "I'm going
downstairs.  When I come up with Gail and Murray make sure you have
that towel around you. Try not to have an erection when Gail first
sees you. I want to get  this over with so I can go back out with my
friends.  If you want to masturbate, go ahead but don't leave a mess."

I waited alone trying to deny what was going to happen.  The shot she
gave me was starting to have its effect, I felt a little drunk and
sort of serene.  Time passed too quickly. I noticed the clock said
12:20 when Kramer came back in.  I just looked at her.  

"You may be in luck.  They're not here yet, maybe they won't be
coming."

"That means I gave'em the chance, right?  I can go home then, right?"
I was hoping out loud.

She guided me to table by my arm and had me lie down.  

"I have to give them till 12:30."  

I laid down with my legs spread as wide as they could.  She put my
feet in the stirrups herself then went under the table for something.
The velcro straps she quickly put around me made it impossible to move
anything but my head.

"If they're not here by 12:30, I'll do it myself.  That's what I meant
by "lucky".  It'll only take a few minutes.  You'll be a sound asleep
eunuch and I'll be back with my friends by one o'clock, I promise."

""If she doesn't care why should you?"  

"I care, believe me I care."

The sedative worked only to a point.  I could feel my heart racing and
I was shivering a little.  I almost asked her to do it now and be done
with it.  I heard draws open and the metallic sounds of things being
dropped on metal trays.  

"Will it hurt a lot?"

She stood next to me and leaned over a little so her breasts were
blocking most of my view.  

"Of course it will hurt  ....   it has to hurt.  When I tightened the
first ring you'll feel a sensation of a very heavy weight being put on
your groin. You'll scream, that's normal.  They tell me that's the
worst part, you'll have to try to control yourself.  The second ring
won't be as bad.  Technically you've already been castrated at that
point, removing your dead balls is the next step. I like to use a pair
of snips to sever a complete scrotum.  It'll only take a second but
you'll feel it, you'll know they're gone. If I feel you can take it,
I'll even let you watch."   

Real panic was starting to set it.

"Can't I have the other operation instead?  So no one could tell.
Please?"

"Fraid not, you're a red.  Remember?"

She brought her tits closer to my face and gave me a smile.  

"I hope it's going to be me.  Don't you?"  I'll be back in," she
looked at the clock, "five minutes."  Her tits disappeared and she
went downstairs.  

I was like a man trying to get out of a straight jacket.  I strained
and twisted as best I could but I couldn't move a damn thing.  I knew
it wasn't by chance that I could see the clock.. You struggle until
you can't struggle anymore then you give in.  Come'on Karen, if you're
going to do it, lets get it over with. I was dreaming about next week
when the door opened.  It was Kramer, "fuck" she said as she bolted
into the room.  

"Sorry Robert, they're here."  I was quickly unstrapped and told to
stand up.  She put me on my feet and pushed me to the corner of the
room.  She reached in her pocket and pulled out some plastic strips. 

"I have to put these on you."  

"What are those?"  

"Plastic wire binders, they make good handcuffs."

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