After Having a Child (Not a Minor Theme)

The first few days after the bill was passed there were massive demonstrations. Hundreds of thousands of men marched onto the streets. When you looked closely at the demonstrators, you could actually see that there were almost no women. Mainly men. Men who were afraid that they would have to be castrated because the government told them so.

The politicians played it very smart. They didn't respond at all. They didn't come on the news to respond or for that matter explain the new law. They just seemed to have disappeared. Even the president didn't show his face for weeks. It seemed they had all just gone on a long vacation or resigned. And so, when nobody reacted to all the demonstrations, the demonstrations subsided. Fewer and fewer people came to the demonstrations and after a short while, the demonstrations only attracted very small crowds of some ten or twenty people.

At home I did discuss the situation a lot with my parents and my sister. My father was -- of course -- scared. He didn't want to loose his balls. My mother and my sister weren't so negative about the whole thing. They thought that it would actually be good for all men to loose their balls. Men were to bossy, too aggressive and only after one thing: sex. They weren't caring for their wives of girlfriends, they just wanted sex as much as they could possibly get. Mainly my sister was a big supporter of the new law. She has had many boyfriends, and some of them didn't treat her to well. So perhaps, her reaction could be understood. But still, if you castrate a man, he looses all interest in sex. Was that so fair towards all the fathers out there who are good and caring husbands and who just want to enjoy sex with their wives? Take my father for example. He had himself sterilized a few months after I was born. I suppose he still regularly has sex with my mother. Why punish him?

And so the discussions went on in our family. Why not just sterilize men? Why castrate them? In the media the subject seemed to have vanished. Mainly because of the lack of reaction from the politicians. Looking back at it all, the couldn't have played it any better...

It was two weeks before my sixteenth birthday. The mailman brought two letters. One for my father and one for me. We had to sign them off. They must have been important!

I opened mine first:

"Dear Martin Field,

Friday, March 12 2024 there is an information session for men concerning the new "Male Birth Control Act". You are hereby invited to the session of 7 pm. Please be advised that your presence at the session is mandatory. Failing to show up, will be punishable with a prison sentence of 1 to 2 months.

The city council"

After looking over my shoulder, my father opened his. Same letter for him... The whole family was silent for a while. Nobody had seen this coming. They had been so silent concerning the subject, that we had actually almost forgotten about it: the bill was not only passed, it was to come into play sometime...

I was actually a little bit worried. I mean, exactly one week after the information session I had my 16th birthday coming up. And now I would be hearing whether and how I would be castrated. My father was also anxious, I could see it.

They week progressed slowly. Very slowly. I spoke to my friends about the letter my father and me received. And none of them had received the same letter. Although Jack, one of my friends, had also heard from another father and son who were invited to the same information session. Hearing this didn't make me feel at ease. I was actually becoming more and more nervous. It seems they had only selected a few people for the information session. Did this mean that only part of the male population were to be castrated? And that I was to be one of the unlucky ones?

The week progressed even more slowly from that point on. I masturbated every chance I had. I downloaded heaps of porn from the web and masturbated while in front of the computer. I had nightmares. I saw myself lying on an operating table, with a doctor and a nurse standing between my spread legs. I could actually see the doctor pick up the scalpel and draw two lines in my scrotum. I could see him take my right ball with a forceps and then tie of the cord. The same on the left side. Then I always seemed to drift into sleep. Just as good that I mostly woke up with a very stiff erection in the morning. At least some prove that I was still a man.

I was also thinking about sex with a girl a whole lot more then before I got the letter. I was actually afraid that I would perhaps be castrated without ever having felt a girl. Penetrating a pussy. Getting a blow job. I was really getting nervous. When waling on the street, I would look at every young woman. Thinking about how it would be if I had sex with her. I was actually going mad, I wanted to know what was going to happen to me. I didn't want to be castrated! I wasn't even 16, this could not be happening!

It was friday now. My father looked grim. You could see that he was also very nervous now. My mother didn't look any better I must say. I think she was also very concerned with the both of us. With my father because she loved him and she didn't want him to get castrated and with me because you just don't want such a thing to happen to your son. My sister on the other hand was actually in a good mood: "so boys, say goodbye to your little sperm-producing balls down there, now you're exactly going to hear when and how you will be done", she said in a laughing way. But you could see that she actually meant what she said. Before she could say any more, my father decided that it was time to go to the municipal center.

When we arrived there, there was a reception with a young women behind the desk. She asked us why we were here. After we told here we were her for the birth control information session, she asked us for our names. She made a note on her computer that we had arrived. She said that the information session for young men was separate from the general information session. She directed me to the right door, while se brought my father to another room. Before she separated us, she told us that we would both be finished in around one and a half hours.

When I entered the door she had brought me to, I was actually surprised a little bit. This wasn't a conference room or something were someone could hold a lecture about this new law. It was more something like a locker room. A man in a white coat came to me and told me to undress and put all my clothes in a locker. This wasn't going as I hoped it would. Would they actually castrate us right now? Lure us over here for some kind of information session and then just do it? Cut of our balls? No...!!!

While I undressed myself the man sat behind a desk and did something on a computer. When he saw that I had completely undressed myself, he stood up and came in my direction. He said: "follow me". I followed him and we arrived in a room with a dozen chairs. He pointed to a chair and I sat down. The room seemed empty, none of the other chairs were occupied. The man in the white coat had pushed a button so that my chair began moving. The chair actually resembled a dentist's chair. While at first I sat upright, now I was almost lying horizontally with my legs spread apart. I didn't trust this at all and I candidly asked him if I would be castrated tonight. The man said that it wasn't his job to explain and that I would find out soon enough. He then took a bottle of foam and sprayed it over my private parts. He looked at his watch and I could see him waiting for exactly 60 seconds. From under the chair ho took a nozzle and sprayed hot water all over my penis, scrotum and upper thighs. My pubic hair was gone. The entire area that was covered by the foam was now totally hairless.

Before I could think any further, the chair began moving again and was returning to its previous position. The man directed me to follow him. We entered another room with a lot of cabins in it. The cabins were positioned in groups of two. He made me enter one of the cabins. The cabin was actually pretty small. There were two footprints drawn on the floor and the man directed me to put my feet exactly there. In front of me I saw nothing. It looked like black glass and I couldn't see through it. When I was standing where the man wanted me to stand, the man pulled down something from the ceiling. It was a large machine with two handles and two holes. The man positioned the highest hole just in front of my stiffening penis. He told me to lean into the machine and guide my penis in the hole. When I pushed my semi-hard penis in the hole, it actually felt great. It was warm and soft and -- I suppose -- was meant to feel like a woman's vagina. I definitely wanted more! De man in de white coat pulled a loop out from the second hole and pulled the loop over my balls. He tightened the loop, so that the loop would stay around my balls, but it certainly didn't strangle my balls. I thought by myself that this would be it, that now I would be castrated... The man then said to enjoy the process. "Enjoy"? How could I enjoy my own emasculation? The man left en closed the door of the booth. Just then the machine began sucking on my penis and on the black glass wall a video was projected. The video was about a girl who was masturbating. The feeling I got from watching the video and the machine sucking on my cock was incredible and I was sure that I wouldn't last very long if this continued.

The machine clearly read my mind... Although the video stopped, the machine kept sucking. The color of the black wall changed and after a few seconds it was just a clear glass wall. Then it hit me. My father was in the adjecent booth. He was in exactly the same situation as me. The machine upped the tempo now. It became harder and harder to resist. I knew I would soon deliver my load. When I looked at my father's face, I could see the machine was doing the same to him. I think I broke first, but my father wasn't that far behind. When I came, I came with a force I hadn't felt before. Certainly very different from all the times I had masturbated. Just then I began to panic and realize that this would be my last time before I was unmanned. No!!! I don't want to be castrated! I want to be able to fuck girls and use my seed to make children! Help! But I don't think anyone heard my screams. Even my father didn't seem to notice. He was also just beginning to recover from his orgasm.

After a few seconds the machine began sucking again. Normally I can't cum twice in such a short time, but now the familiar feeling came back very soon. I think my father was in the same situation. The machine must have sensed something, because now there was a voice all of a sudden: "Gentlemen, welcome to this castration session. As you must know by now, by order of the United Nations all men will have to be castrated. The castration procedure has now been set into action and when you will ejaculate for the second time, the castration will take place. Please..."

"No!!!", I screamed... at almost the same time I ejaculated, which meant that I would lose my balls forever. I would never get the chance to fuck a girl of have a baby. "Arrrrghhhh, help me!"

"... stay calm and enjoy your last moments as a complete man."

Just then the booth of my father moved... I could see my father's booth being elevated. Just when his balls were at the height of my eyes I could see that his balls were also trapped in a loop. Just then I could see that his balls began shuddering: he must be having his last orgasm. As the machine my father was connected to sensed that he had cummed, I could see that the loop was beginning to glow red. I could feel that the wire that was around my balls was also getting tighter. We were getting castrated together and I could get to watch my father's castration. The wire before my eyes was now glowing red. I could see that it was also thightening. As the extremely hot wire touched the skin of his scrotum, I could see my father shivering. The loop immediately began burning through his skin. Meanwhile, I could feel the wire around my own scrotum getting thighter to, but it didn't feel hot. I watched as my father's scrotum was burnt through. While the process was taking place, I could see that my father continued humping the pole: he was actually still fucking the hole, while he was being castrated. Coming to think of it, my penis was harder now then it had ever been. I was actually getting aroused with this castration scene.

And then, just then, the wire was completely through my father's sac. And his sac fell to the floor, nicely sealed of at the top. It was just a hairy sac now, it didn't really belong to my father anymore. I just came at that moment, it was such a powerful feeling. It was really incredible. With all of the arousal I felt, I completely forgot about my own situation. I was still in a castration booth to and I had a very tight wire around my set of balls. With that thought, my erection quickly faded.

A few moments after my father's balls fell to the floor, there was a voice in the booth: "This castration session is over. A nurse will come and get you in a short period of time and will discuss after-care with the eunuch. Good luck with your eunuch status and thank you." What? Did this mean that I didn't get castrated? When the nurse finally opened my booth, I asked: what the hell happened. When I saw my father getting castrated, I surely thought that I would be castrated next! The nurse replied that the new law that came into effect was there so that every man who has at least one child is to be castrated and all of his sons get to see the castration as a kind of preparation for their own castration when they became a father. So the reason for me being here was actually that I was being given a kind of preview of what would be happening to me after I became a father. The nurse let me out of the booth and took me back to the changing room where I left my clothes. After a few minutes my father was brought in.

The first thing he asked: are you in any pain? This meant that he still didn't know that I wasn't castrated. I told him that and he actually seemed relieved. Luckily! So you can continue the family line, I was a little afraid that the Cooper family line ended right today. What did they do to you then he asked? They strapped me into the same machine as they did you I guess and they let me watch your castration when I was in the machine. What? You actually could see me while I was in the booth? I couldn't see you said my father!

Clearly, the set-up of this all was to castrate my father and show the whole procedure to me as a kind of preparation for when I was called to get castrated.

I took my father home after that. Although he said that the castration hadn't hurt as much as he had thought, he still walked a little funny on the way home. I asked him what he was supposed to do now. Did he get any special-care instructions? He just told me that they gave him a cream that he is supposed to put on the scar so that it will heal more quickly, but other than that, they didn't tell him anything.

After that day, the two of us discussed his castration a lot. After a week or two, he told me that he hadn't had any more spontaneous erections since his castration. I asked him if he had tried fucking mom since his castration and he said he didn't, because he was still in pain. Just a few days later he and mom did try to fuck he told me. He could still get an erection, but is sure wasn't as stiff anymore. They had fucked for 2 hours and he hadn't cummed at all he told me. My mother had asked him to stop, because her vagina began feeling raw after 2 hours of continuous fucking.

So, that was the story of how it began. When I was 18 and went to college, I met Allison. Allison was the first girl I made love to. After some 4 years we got married and a few years later we had our first child. Just two weeks after Allison gave birth to Jim, there was a letter addressed to me. It was my castration notice. I was to report to the municipal castration center for my automated castration as they now began calling it. I had to report within 10 days. I really freaked out at that moment, because I didn't want to lose the ability to fuck my wife! Allison was also very much in shock, we hadn't seen it coming that soon... We were even thinking about a second child... but that wasn't going to happen with this bad news... That week we fucked a lot, really a lot. I took a few days of work and although Allison had just given birth and wasn't supposed to have any penis in vagina contact for a few weeks, we just couldn't resist. We fucked like rabbits and the last day before I was to go to the castration center, we fucked like 12 times. The last times, I didn't really cum anymore, but I still got hard somehow, so we fucked.

The day I was going to the castration center, Allison woke me up by giving me the best blowjob of my life. It was long, and she just did magic with her tongue on my penis. When I blew my load, my wife really enjoyed my seed in her mouth, I could see. Although normally, she doesn't really like to swallow, she did it this time. She seemed to enjoy every last drop of it, as if it was a very expensive foreign food that you only bought once in a while for special occasions. We both got dressed and were very silent. When I left for my castration she hugged me and told me to be brave.

When I arrived at the castration center, I identified myself to the clerk sitting at the reception. She picked up the phone and a moment later a nurse arrived that took my further into the complex. I was taken into a room where I was told to undress. When I took everything off except my underwear, the nurse told me: now don't go shy on me, I've seen many penises and set of balls here, not only that of my husband! I laughed and took it off. Just follow me now and lets get this over with the nurse said. I was taken to a booth that resembled the one I was put in when my father was castrated and I was there to watch it. Only now, as far as I could see the booth wasn't adjacent to another one. They had castrated all the fathers that had sons that are old enough to watch the procedure, so there was no need for those kind of setups any more. Now, the only men that got castrated were fathers of young children. You now just got your letter a few days after your child was born. Some got the letter after their first child, while some other got their letter after their second child. There were actually no more families with 3 children, that is something of the past now. And in fact, the families that consisted of 2 children were also pretty scarce: only a lucky few were picked out by a kind of lottery system to have 2 children. I heard on the news once that the percentage of men that got castrated after their second child was 7%.

The nurse called me back to the real world. She told me to spread my legs and put my feet in the special places. She then pulled a large device from the sealing of the booth. Just as before, the pole that came from the sealing had two holes in it. The fucking hole and the castration hole as I would name them. My penis was actually pretty flaccid I must say. The nurse saw that and took some lube and quickly lubed my penis and stroked it a few times until it began growing. She then guided my penis into the fucking hole. After that she gently took my scrotum in her left hand and pulled the castration loop out of the castration hole and put if over my ball sac. She whispered to me that I had a really nice set of balls and that they reminded her of the set of balls of her husband. She tickled the back of my scrotum a little and teasingly said. Just remember, when you come out of here, you won't be feeling that anymore, because this whole thing -- and now she had my entire scrotum in her left hand -- will be mine. Enjoy your last few moments as a man and if you can, you can fuck my after it. With that, she closed the booth and the machine sprung to life. My now hard cock was being sucked on and soon I began humping back and forth with my pelvis into the machine. I wanted to enjoy my last cum as a man, so I didn't want it go happen to quickly! But there was nothing I could do. Even though I had had so many orgasms the last few days, I was already feeling my orgasm beginning after a minute or so. Just before I started cumming, I could feel the heat of the wire beginning. A few seconds later the heat was incredible and I hadn't had my orgasm yet. Now the wire was beginning to tighten and a few seconds later I could feel the incredibly hot wire touch the skin of my scrotum. Although it hurt enormously, just at the time that the wire began eating into my skin, I orgasmed. The whole process seemed to take forever. I could still feel my balls, but I could feel the heat even more. At a certain moment I couldn't feel my balls anymore and a fraction of a second later I could hear a plop. I looked down and I saw my bag on the floor with a big red scar that was kind of welded shut. Strangely enough I cummed again, right there and then. As if my body wanted to shoot it's very last load.

The nurse came in and helped my step out of the booth. She quickly applied some cream to my wound and then helped me walk back to the dressing room.

So, still in for some sex like I promised you, the nurse asked? She teasingly undressed and stood there in front of my in her lingerie. A very revealing bra with small cups and very nice stocking were part of the lingerie set. I couldn't feel anything in my penis to be honest. Normally, it would spring to attention immediately, but now it didn't even react. She turned around and got dressed again. She smiled at me and told me not to expect any more erections. The cream she had applied was a cream that quickly drained the remaining level of testosterone out of my blood stream.

She helped me get dressed and showed me out. That was it. I was a eunuch now. I didn't like the sound of it, but that is all I am now. A eunuch.