Erik's Treatment

Since Robbie has not finished his great story, I thought I might 
give it a try. I hope you enjoy my humble try. I did a little edit 
and spell check on the first three parts, so please start at the 
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Erik's Treatment


I've changed some names and details in the following story to 
protect
the guilty (mostly myself).  As a psychologist and general surgeon
practicing in Denmark in the late '50s and early '60s I was called
upon to diagnose and recommend treatment for a variety of junvinile
disorders.

I eventually became renown in my field for my pioneering treatment
of sexual disorders and deviencies with castration and other
therapies.  I also pioneered the treatment of "problem" patients 
with
occipital lobe lobotomies, often combined with castration. No matter
how troublesome the patient, I could usually find a suitable cure,
and I wasn't afraid to throw every medical treatment and tool at a
patient until he was either cured …

***

"What brings you here?" I asked Erik and his mother. They were 
seated
in my office, sitting nervously on a long green couch.  The early
morning light pouring through the shutters gave Erik and his mother 
a
warm, healthy glow. Erik's pale skin illuminated his bright youthful
face, which was further lit up by his sparkling blue eyes.  His
boyish frame was lithe and sexy – he had the natural sexual 
magnetism
possessed only by those who are completely unaware they possess it.

Erik's mother answered awkwardly. "Well, you see, Erik's always been
a very good boy. But lately we have started to worry about his … "
Her voice trailed off, and Erik grew bright red, obviously shamed 
and
embarrassed about what was about to be said.

"Perhaps you should step out of the room and let Erik and me discuss
his problem." I suggested.  His mother stepped outside the office,
and the door closed crisply behind her. "So Erik, do you want to 
tell
me about what is troubling you?" I asked gently.

He seemed nervous, no doubt intimidated by the site of me, dressed 
in
my white medical uniform, peering at him from my round glasses; I
looked like a kindly professor or perhaps a high-school councilor.
Slowly he began to speak: "My mother thinks that I masturbate too
much. She and my dad have caught me several times in the bathroom …
they made me vow never to do it again, so I stopped masturbating
altogether to avoid getting in trouble."

"Then what happened?" I asked.

"Since I stopped masturbating, I've been having wet dreams. Probably
about two times a week I've been having them, and I haven't been 
able to
hide this from my parents. They accuse me of still masturbating, and
they don't believe that I'm just having wet dreams.  I don't know
what to do, because I can't stop having them, and they don't believe
me. And that's why my mom brought me down here, they threatened to
throw me out of the house if I don't get some sort of treatment,"
said Erik.

I determined right then and there that I would have Erik castrated. 
I
had to be very careful at this point, because I had to help him make
the decision to be castrated himself without suspecting he had no
choice; at this point I basically had to have Erik admit to 
a "sexual
deviance" so that I could justify therapeutic castration for him.

"So Erik, do you feel guilty about having wet dreams?" I asked.

"Lately I feel very ashamed of it. They check my sheets and 
underwear
every morning and if they find any semen I'm punished," said Erik.

"OK Erik, I'm going to ask you some questions now; you must listen
very carefully and answer as truthfully as possible so we can come 
up
with the proper treatment for you. Do you understand?" I asked.

"Yes," said Erik.

I started from the top, asking Erik about his masturbation habits,
his sexual thoughts, anything unusual he had ever done. Finally I
asked if he'd ever had or thought about having sex with other boys.

"Well, my cousin John and I played with each other once when we were
five. We never told anybody. We basically just touched each other
penis, but didn't do anything else." Said Erik.

That was all I needed. I wrote "Castration due to deviant sexual
tendencies ordered 1/15/57" at the bottom of the form. Now I would
have to inform Erik of his fate and try to get as little resistance
as possible from him.

"It sounds like the right treatment for you might involve some minor
surgery Erik," I said as matter-of-factly as possible.  His eyes
widened and he was listening to my every word. "This is very common
therapy, and it will help you deal with your sexual problems. In 
fact
it is a very effective treatment for almost everything we have
discussed today," I said.

"What is this treatment?" Erik asked.

"It's a very minor procedure, nothing to worry about at all. It
takes less than an hour, and it will heal in less than a month.  We
make a very minor incision, and perform the surgery under local
anesthesia. You won't have any discomfort or pain at all."

"What do you mean, and incision? What are you going to cut?" said
Erik, his voice slightly trembling.

"We're going to remove your testicles.  A small incision is made 
into
your scrotum, and I press your testicles out of the sack with my
thumb.  Once it's on the outside of your body, we merely sever the
cords and tie them off. It's very minor surgery – nobody will even
have to know you have had it. Believe me, it is very routine – many
boys your age are castrated for a variety of reasons."

"You're going to cut my balls off? What? Why are going to do that? I
don't want my balls cut off? What will that do to me? Will I still 
be
a man? Can I still have sex?" asked Erik.

"First of all Erik, from the information you have told me, I am
required by law to have your castrated. If I don't give you the
proper medical treatment, I could lose my medical license. So it's
not a matter of choice on my part or yours.  Castration is really
minor surgery – it will reduce your sex drive and you will no longer
masturbate or have wet dreams.  Other than that you will be totally
functional. Of course your penis will eventually become non-
functional – you will become impotent. But because you're body will
no longer produce testosterone, you won't even want sex."

Part II


"Castration isn't an option, it's a requirement," I told Erik's
mother over the phone. Her voice was distant and nervous, and I
could tell something wasn't quite right.

Ever since Erik and his mother had come in for an appointment, all
I could think of was Erik's boyish body, his fair skin, his
sparkling blue eyes. I thought about him standing in my examining
room – his body framed by a pair of white underwear just slightly
whiter than his body – and holding what looked to be a fine example
of young developing manhood. I remember how my heart raced as I
ordered him to remove his underpants and sit down on the examining
table. He shyly reached down and slipped off his clean white briefs,
letting them drop to the floor. As he stood back up straight I was
caught off-guard by the perfection of his form … it appeared as if
an ivory-skinned Adonis had escaped his sculpted fate and come to
life before my eyes.  I remember asking him to open his legs so I
could see his crotch – and being astonished by the beauty of his
dark red manhood. His scrotum was heavy with two egg-like
testicles, low hanging testament to the virility and power of young
manhood. I imagined these beautiful mounds filled to capacity with
their seed, ready to release their payload in a moment of
explosive, orgiastic triumph.

"What do you mean, he hasn't signed the papers?" I asked, imploring
Erik's mother to put him on the phone.  I waited for what seemed an
eternity, and could hear her voice pleading with her young son,
begging him to pick up the phone and talk with the good doctor.
Finally, I heard footsteps approaching, and Erik came to the phone.

"Hi Erik, you know who this is?" I asked.

"Yes, my mother said it was you on the phone. And I told her I
don't want the surgery, I don't think you need to perform the
castration surgery on me. I want to be a man, and I don't want to
be emasculated by your surgery." Erik spoke very rapidly, and
sounded as if he were close to tears.

"You know Erik, I understand. Many boys don't want to have this
operation performed on them, especially when they think it will
hurt.  But let me tell you what – let's have you come down for a
second examination and see what we can do. I can't promise
anything, but if you come down to the clinic maybe we can figure
out another treatment for you," I said. "And you understand the
seriousness of this matter Erik, don't you, with the diagnoses we
made at your last exam. We are required by law to provide you with
treatment."

I wasn't going to take any chances at this point, so I filled out a
Compulsory Castration Form, and filled it out for Erik.  I would
present it to him after the second exam, and explain that I had the
power to order his castration and he basically had no choice in the
matter.

A knock outside the office door alerted me that I had visitors. It
was Erik and his mother, and I invited them to sit down on the
large green sofa in the reception area. I explained what was about
to happen.

"Erik, I know we talked about alternatives to castration on the
phone. Since we spoke on the phone, I did some research into the
laws regarding these matters, and I basically have no choice at
this point but to order a Compulsory Castration.  You are free to
leave my office right now, but if you do I must warn you that you
will be a felon. And once they catch you you'll be castrated
anyway, and probably not by an understanding doctor like myself.

"You tricked me, you lied to me … the only reason I agreed to come
back here was to find another treatment for my problem. You said
there wouldn't be any castration," pleaded Erik.

"This is for your own good young man. Castration will calm your
sexual drive and that's all. It's a very minor procedure, in fact
we're going to perform it on you right in my examination room in a
few minutes. Now you must sign this form, or I will be forced to
report your felony to the authorities," I said.

I handed the form and a pen to Erik. He looked at his mother who
only stared back at him in complete silence. Erik started to cry.

Part 3


I stuck the needle into Erik's ass slowly, pushing it all the way
into the center of his pale white butt- cheek.  My thumb steadily
pushed on the syringe, delivering a yellowish-brown payload into
Erik's young body. The mixture – a combination of hypnotic and
sedatives – was designed to make Erik completely complaint, almost
without will – yet keep him fully conscious of what was happening to
him.

I finally had what I wanted – Erik's signature on the Compulsory
Castration form. Not that I needed it – I could have contacted the
Sterilization and Eugenics authority who would have brought in the
police.  But that would take time – and I found the most exciting
part of castrating the boys that I did (over 150, from ages 12 to 
17)
was getting their consent. Just seeing a boy take the pen in his 
hand
before signing a castration form was enough to get me aroused, as I
knew they were signing their own sexual death warrant. I knew that
they were giving me not only their two most precious organs – they
were giving me the very essence of their young manhood. I knew what 
I
was doing was nothing less than officially sanctioned mutilations,
but I could not stop myself. It was as if the essence of every young
manhood I exterminated was somehow transferred to me, and the more I
got the more I craved and lusted after it. I found myself only
thinking about castration, and how I would persuade each new
"patient" to consent to my will.

Erik stood, legs spread, before my examining table. His body was 
bent
over, arms, chest and head on the table, ass sticking in the air. I
quickly withdrew the syringe, having emptied it completely into him.

"How do you feel Erik? You should begin to feel very relaxed within 
a
few minutes," I said.

"I felt a sting when you stuck my ass, but now I feel a little light
headed. Can I stand up now, or should I stay bent over on the 
table?"
said Erik.

"Please stay as you are. I want the anesthetic to circulate evenly
through your body, so you must stay as you are. In a few minutes
we'll turn you over and prep you for the operation," I said in a
soothing voice.

The injection contained a substance, commonly used to tranquilize
large animals, that induced a state of almost total imperviousness 
to
pain.  I could kick Erik as hard as I wanted, and he would barely
feel it. I could stab him with a knife, and he wouldn't even care.

Erik's porcelain white ass was smooth and firm. I ran my hands over
it, slowly stroking the soft down-like hairs that covered it.  As he
was bent over face down, he could not see this, nor at this point
could he feel it.  Now it was time for his rectal and prostate exam.
I covered my finger with Vaseline and slowly ran it between his butt
cheeks. With the other hand I pulled the cheeks apart, and began to
run my finger in circles around his anus.  At first I stuck the tip
in, but managed to massage it in slowly until my entire finger was
inside his anus.  I probed his silky insides until I found his young
prostate, a firm meaty lump full to capacity with milky unspent 
seed.
I began to massage the prostate, and push into it harder and harder.
Erik's cock, dangling between his legs, began to grow, and his
gorgeous man-eggs would contract up toward his body every now and
again.  I pushed hard with my finger, and could see pre-cum drooling
out the end of his hardening shaft.

After about 15 minutes there was literally a pool of slick pre-cum 
on
the floor beneath Erik's boy-cock.  As I massaged his prostate and
pressed harder and harder, a thicker sperm-stream began to dribble
from the head of Erik's massively engorged organ.

"Can you feel anything Erik?," I asked.

"No, only a slight tingling sensation," he answered.

"OK, we're going to turn you over now and do the final prep for
surgery. In less than 45 minutes, we'll have your testicles removed
and you can go home," I said.

I helped Erik turn over onto his back and get up on the operating
table.  He looked down and saw his throbbing member and seemed
surprised.  I put his arms and legs into straps, which tugged them
apart and outward. He looked like a naked angel, a divine noble
creature that had mistakenly fallen through a crack in heaven and
landed on my operating table.

"OK Erik, I'm going to give you something now to make you a little
drowsy. When you wake up you'll be asexualized and your treatment
will be complete," I said. I administered a strong shot of sedative,
and Erik nodded his head, falling into his last slumber as a 
complete
boy.


PART-4

I took a pair of scissors and started to trim away all of Erik's 
blond pubic 
hair. When I was down to just stubble, I took a wet wash cloth and 
made his 
entire pubic area as wet as I could. I spread shaving cream all 
over his 
pubic area and scrotum, and then proceeded to shave off his pubic 
stubble 
with a straight edge razor.  Very soon Erik was a bare of pubic 
hair as the 
day he was born. From the cool water on his scrotum, His balls had 
pulled up 
tight to his body, so I took a hot towel and warped his balls up in 
it. 
Looking at the sleeping angle's cock, I had to admire the cute 3 
inch soft 
piece of uncut boy meat. I felt a twitch in my pants as I held that 
soon to 
be useless tool in my hand. I pulled back the foreskin and watched 
the red 
glad start to peek out, like a red rose bud coming out of its shell 
before 
the pedals open to catch the sunlight.
Erik's cock started to get hard in my hand. I could not help myself 
as I 
started to slowly stroke that tender piece of meat. My own man cock 
got rock 
hard and I felt my underwear become wet with pre-cum. I slowly 
pushed back 
the skin to recover the glands, and another large glob of clear pre-
cum 
slide out of Erik's piss hole. I picked up the speed of my stroking 
of 
Erik's engorged cock. His silky smooth skin sliding freely up and 
down his 
hard shaft. My hand was a blur of motion as the warm towel I had 
wrapped 
around his balls to loosen them up fell away, and I watched Erik's 
large, 
now floppy balls, bounced up and down in there little skin purse. 
All to 
soon I felt Erik's cock become even harder, I wanted to watch the 
show, so I 
gave Erik's uncut tool one final tug and then let go. Erik's 6 
inch, uncut 
dick snapped back onto his tummy. The muscles made his cock lift 
about a 
half inch off his stomach and a large and very thick and white rope 
of 
Erik's cum shot out of his slit. The first shot was so strong, it 
hit Erik 
right on the chin. My eyes moved back to his dick, just as it 
lifted once 
again and his second blast made it's exit to the free world, were 
it landed 
on Erik's left nipple. Erik's cock only lifted about a quarter inch 
and his 
third rope of cum landed in his belly button. Erik's cock gave 5 
small 
pulses and with each pulse, out oozed a few small drops of his cum. 
I took 
hold of Erik's cock once again and gave it a squeeze and pull to 
make sure 
all his cum was fully milked out of him.
I took the wet towel and cleaned the cum off of Erik. It was now 
time for 
the real fun to begin.

PART-5

I pulled a stool over and sat down between Erik's spread open legs. 
I then 
reached over and pulled  the tray with my tools on it closer to 
myself. I 
took hold of the scalpel in my right hand, and took hold of Erik's 
scrotum 
with my left hand and I pulled down on them. With the scalpel I 
started to 
make my first cut in the center of that silky bag of pubescent 
skin. Only a 
little blood oozed out, but with all my skill I as able to clean it 
up and 
then continue my cutting. I soon had about a two inch opening. I 
put down my 
scalpel and took hold of his right testicle. I pushed it and 
squeezed it 
until the bluish/white ball popped out of the hole I had made. I 
started to 
pull on the ball and pulled out as much of the cord as I could. 
When I had 
about 5 inches of cord pulled out of his body, I held the ball 
tightly in my 
left hand. I used my right hand to tie off the cord as close to his 
body as 
I could. As soon as it was tied off, I picked up my surgical 
scissors and 
snipped the cord. The part of the cord that is still attached to 
his body 
snapped back into the hole like a bungee cord. Some seminal fluid 
dripped 
out of the cord that was still attached to the ball in my left 
hand. I used 
the scissors to trim some of the cord off of the ball, and then 
dropped the 
ball into a jar that is filled with a special preserving fluid. I 
then used 
my right hand to fish out Erik's left testi. As I was fishing 
around trying 
to pop out his left nut, Erik's cock once again became rock hard. 
From the 
stimulation from my felling around, Erik's hard penis gave a hard 
lurch and 
a big glob of clear fluid dripped out. I was finally able to pop 
the left 
ball out of the incision I had made in the center of Erik's 
scrotum. I 
started to pull so I could remove as much or the cord as I could. 
As I 
pulled hard on the cord, Erik's cock gave a super hard pulse and a 
thin 
spurt of cum shot up and out of his dick. Once I have pulled as 
much cord as 
I could get out, I tied it off again as close to the body as I 
could. The 
cord popped back in as I cut it, and some fluid dripped out of the 
cord 
still attached to his ball. Again I trimmed the cord attached to 
the ball 
and then added that ball to its brother in the jar. I used some 
sutures and 
closed up the incision I had made in Erik's scrotum. I untied the 
straps 
from Erik, and then carried him to a recovery bed. I cleaned up 
from the 
surgery and put a label on the jar with Erik's testicles with his 
name and 
age on it. I went into my office and pulled on the special book, 
which 
unlocked the secret door. I went into my private room. It was 
loaded with 
all of the balls I had taken from boys. During the whole time,  had 
never 
lost my erection, so after placing the jar with Erik's balls on the 
shelf, I 
pulled down my pants and underwear at the same time. My hard cock, 
balls, 
and pubic hair was soaked with all the pre-cum I had leaked. As 
soon as I 
took hold of my cock and started to jerk my tool, I knew I would 
not last 
long. It only took a few strokes and I was shooting my man seed all 
over the 
tile floor. I pulled up my underwear and pants. I took the bucket 
of water I 
keep in my special room and washed my cum down the floor drain. I 
then went 
to my desk and lit up a smoke, as I sat back and relaxed from my 
sexual 
high.

EPILOG

Over the next three months I had Erik come in to my office once 
every two 
weeks for a check up. Erik was able to have two more wet orgasms 
and three 
dry orgasms before he was fully impotent. On Erik's last visit to 
my office, 
I noticed that he was fully impotent, and also had no sexual 
feelings at 
all. One other mild side affect that I never mentioned to him was 
his penis 
looked smaller.


THE END.

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