Their heels clicked loudly against the hard tiled flooring, echoing in the hallway lined with the double bolted doors with small barred and thickly glassed observation windows that sealed the inmate holding cells. The air was tinged with the antiseptic scent of the powerful cleaners the janitorial staff used to mask the odors of male bodily fluids that were in constant evidence on this floor of the institution. The pungently acrid smell of the inmate quarters slowly subsided as Dr. Galena Sakharov trailed the director by three footsteps as they made their way down the corridor.

She was being led to her office at the extreme end of the east wing of the massive complex comprising the Missouri State Psychiatric Institution in preparation for her taking over the duties of treatment for a group of men housed in this particular wing that were suffering from an affliction known as chronic masturbation. It was a job she had trained for, and following three years of mentoring under the renowned Dr. Eleanor Canfield, she was ready for the position.

“Well that’s the housing for your charges,” Director Smith announced as they turned down a final hallway toward a door at the extreme end of the short hallway. “This is your office Dr. Sakharov, these are the twelve inmates we have at the moment, and probably the worst the State has to offer. I wish you much luck in their treatment.”

“Luck will have nothing to do with my treatment of these men,” Doctor Sakharov thought to herself, “Nothing at all.”

Following the usual tour of her offices and meeting with her assistant, an exceptionally pretty young woman by the name of Katherine Meadows, Dr. Galena Sakharov set about taking control of the wing and her assigned duties.

“So Miss Meadows, shall we begin with a briefing of the inmates and their current condition”

“Certainly” Katherine Meadows replied, “But could we be a little more informal and use first names. I mean if that's ok with you?”

“Perfect” Dr. Sakharov replied with a warm smile, “Please call me Galena.”

As Katherine read the files of the inmates, Dr. Sakharov listened as the background and differing personalities of the chronic masturbators were revealed. There was a mixed bag of afflictions. Several were seemingly just oversexed youths with libido’s stuck in overdrive. Others were dark and brooding, and possibly dangerous considering their thoughts about women of all ages.

“So would you like to meet some of our inmates Galena?” Katherine asked. “I’m sure you have some curiosity and questions about them before you begin your treatment sessions.”

“Yes. Yes I would like to see the inmates.”

Katherine read the current charts for each inmate that was placed in the folders just adjacent to every door. Dr. Galena Sakharov peered through the barred and glassed observation window and noted the inmate and his reactions as Katherine read from the charts in a clinical monotone. Galena watched as inmate after inmate immediately recognized the obviously feminine features of the strikingly beautiful doctor, and quickly lifted the white gown that was the standard inmate uniform, and began to masturbate at a furious pace. Every inmate sent gouts of ejaculate spilling to the floor as she stared eye to eye with him. Most of the inmates were obviously beyond any real hope of redemption from their conditions, at least utilizing the standard treatment methods these men had been subjected to for far too long.

Of all the inmates Dr. Galena Sakharov observed in the wing, only one stood out from the rest, an inmate by the name of Kevin Wolfson. A tall and ruggedly handsome man with an unruly mop of tightly curled auburn hair, Kevin Wolfson had simply stood looking at her, his penis at full erection and in plain view. He did however make no attempt to masturbate.

Galena Sakharov allowed her eyes to wander downward and linger a moment on the thick lengthy cock that was drooping, then rearing upward to almost slap the inmate’s belly. She noticed too the prominent oversized testicles dangling loose between the inmate’s legs. As her eyes again moved upward, they were met with the intense stare of Kevin Wolfson. He had caught her off guard, and she knew immediately that he had been flexing his impressive cock for her benefit.

As their eyes met, a shiver of intense desire rippled down the very spine of Galena Sakharov as she recognized in Kevin Wolfson that special nature possessed by few men, a knowledge of her most intimate desires. It reminded her immediately of another male inmate, and another time in her career. A time when she has succumbed to her inner desires, and it had cost her dearly. It would not, could not, happen again.

The first order of business for Dr. Sakharov was the construction of a suitable treatment room. Since there would be little in the way of counseling offered in the course of the inmate’s treatment regimen, the women needed somewhere private and secure for their treatment sessions with the inmates.

The following day Dr. Sakharov and her assistant Katherine began to develop the treatment regimen protocols, and in a particularly dark and out of the way soundproof room reserved for holding particularly violently males who had no control over their excessive sexual urges, the two women constructed their treatment center. It was a seldom used addition of the wing, and with the soundproofing it would be perfect for the administration of treatments that induced inordinate degrees of pain. Katherine was a little apprehensive about the need for the strong restrains that were attached to the rugged stainless steel table that dominated the center of the room, and complete with a large overhead light not unlike one used in a surgery ward. Despite her earlier misgivings at the appearance of the treatment room, Katherine came to understand the need as Dr. Sakharov explained the treatment procedures the men would be enduring, and the associated pain that would accompany it.

Three days later the two women were about to begin their initial treatment, and following the careful preparations of the treatment room, Katherine walked to long hallway of the inmate ward to retrieve the initial patient. He was a young man of just twenty two years of age, and a chronic masturbator since the age of twelve. He was institutionalized at fourteen, and had been here in this wing of the facility since. Katherine noted the double asterisk beside the young man’s name, and felt a pang of sympathy as she was now fully aware of what his treatment would consist of, and the consequences.

As the door to the small cell opened, the young inmate immediately reacted to the considerable beauty of the raven haired Katherine in her crisp white lab coat that fit her curvaceous hips and large breasts perfectly. He immediately became erect, and was only prevented from masturbating by the quick action of Katherine and the male orderly that quickly handcuffed the patient. Under control, Katherine thanked the orderly for his assistance and walked the inmate toward the treatment room with his gown fully tented out at the crotch.

The inmate became even more sexually excited as Katherine steered him into the room. He had only the briefest glimpse of Dr. Sakharov once before, and had not realized that she had an incredibly lithe and fit body that perfectly matched her raw feminine beauty, evident even under the form-fitting lab coat. The sassy blond pony-tailed hair accentuated the delicate features of her face. The inmate's cock reared upward.

As Katherine undid the handcuffs, the inmate immediate broke from her and began to masturbate furiously as his eyes roamed the two decidedly different yet equally exciting female forms standing before him, and with their eyes directed in a noticeable downward glance as they watched his performance. The inmate was becoming red in the face and obviously on the verge of a monumental ejaculation when Dr. Sakharov delivered a viciously hard kick to the inmate’s wrinkling scrotum and swelling testicles. Katherine heard the slapping thud of hard leather pounding into the inmate’s crotch a moment before he let out a loud moaning grunt and collapsed on the floor clutching his aching testicles. Both women watched as he groveled, choking for breath in a fetal curl, his legs quivering as his face contorted while the gripping agony consumed him.

“He might as well understand right now that he won’t be masturbating in front of women any longer” Dr. Sakharov noted coldly.

“He certainly seems to have other priorities on his mind at the moment” Katherine laughed. “That’s the first time I’ve ever seen a man kicked in the testicles, and I never really knew how devastating that can be.”

“That pain is what will allow us to treat some of these inmates Katherine. You’ll see.”

The young inmate turned out to be a relatively cooperative fellow following the abrupt kick to his testicles, and the women assisted the young man to his feet and calmly walked him to the table in the center of the room. Both women helped him remove his inmate smock, and both participated in restraining him securely with the heavy restraints to strap him securely to the table. The restraints pulled back and down on both arms, and his legs were secured at the ankles to a widened addition to the end of the table. A final strap went across his torso, leaving the inmate completely immobile and spread-eagled before the women.

The treatment began as an examination of the young man‘s testicles, and Katherine looked on with considerable interest as Dr. Sakharov’s fingers worked the inmate’s scrotum, revealing to Katherine the little nuances of the subjects testicles that she would certainly not have observed on her own, and to confirm that she hadn‘t caused any unexpected damage with the kick. Katherine understood what this inmate‘s treatment would involve of course, and her verbal tutelage from Dr. Sakharov had prepared her for what was about to begin as the soft delicate feminine fingers of Dr. Sakharov continued to massage the young man’s testicles. His obvious pleasure at such a feminine touch produced new desire in the inmate, and the young man’s penis began to swell and thicken. He was quickly becoming fully erect.

“Prepare the equipment Katherine, and move in closer so you will not have any difficulty.”

Katherine moved closer to the young man, his cock jerking bolt upward at her approach as the scent of her reached his nostrils. Katherine moved the tray of various instruments to within the reach of Dr. Sakharov, and stepped aside to better observe the prescribed treatment of the young man’s chronic condition. A look of apprehension crossed the young man's face as both women snapped on sterile latex gloves and donned pale blue surgical masks. His eyes met the soft fawn colored eyes of Katherine peering over the mask as she momentarily looked deep into his. He was still looking at her as she reached for his scrotum.

“I always like to proceed with the left one first,” Dr. Sakharov spoke quietly.

Katherine firmly grasped the young mans left testicle in the fingers of both hands and squeezed it so tightly to the bottom of the young man's scrotum that the skin took on a taut sheen. She jerked it slightly upward in presentation as the young man gasped and struggled at the sudden intensity of the pull on his testicle, and the realization of what was about to occur.

The young man bucked hard in the restraints as Dr. Galena Sakharov reached for the scalpel, and with three swift and deft strokes of the scalpel the surgery had begun. A ribbon of blood oozed from behind the blade as the inmate jerked at the burn of the razor edge parting the skin and tough inner lining of his scrotum. He emitted a quavering moan as Katherine squeezed and manipulated the testicle as she had been instructed, and with a final slight tug, the testicle dangled freely from its connecting cord as the scrotal skin tightened and retracted.

“Just apply a slight steady pull,” Dr. Sakharov instructed as she continued to nick away any remaining connective tissue to the thick testicular cord.

The young inmate inhaled sharply as Katherine held the young man's testicle in her fingers, and pulling gently as Dr. Sakharov reached for the small curved-jawed tool laying next to the blood tinged scalpel she had placed on the tray.

Katherine’s nipples tightened as she observed the young man’s rock hard cock ooze a pearl of precum from the engorged head as Dr. Sakharov gently and carefully positioned the thick testicular cord in the very center of the beak-jawed instrument.

The young inmate man grimaced and let out a quavering scream as Dr. Sakharov gripped the handles of the instrument, and Katherine heard a faint crunch as the jaws bore down tightly on the testicular cord. The veins in his neck stood out boldly with the force of his exertions, and every muscle and sinew in his body cramped to definition. He was shuddering in the restraints as Dr. Sakharov twisted and rocked the instrument slightly a moment before the young man’s testicle came away in Katherine's hand. The young man continued to strain in the restraints, with a keening cry coming from deep in his lungs as Katherine placed the severed testicle in a small stainless bowl on the instrument tray as Galena Sakharov kept the jawed instrument squeezing tightly to the severed testicular cord to staunch the flow of blood. Katherine then reached for the young man's scrotum and grasped the remaining testicle in the fingers of both hands as she pulled and squeezed to present it for the scalpel.

Katherine watched with giddy excitement as Dr. Sakharov repeated the cutting procedure on the remaining testicle, and again reached for the jawed instrument. She also noted that the young inmate’s cock was as quivering hard as she had ever seen an erection get, and a steady drool of precum ran freely from the slit in the engorged head. He was aroused beyond all reason, and she could actually feel his remaining testicle swelling in her fingers as the testicular cord itself began to tighten. He was approaching orgasm.

“You will likely be quite surprised at the inmate’s reaction now“ Dr. Sakharov stated calmly as she positioned the testicular cord in the center of the jaws.

As Dr. Sakharov positioned the instrument, the young man groaned loudly, and his cock erupted in ejaculation. Katherine felt his testicle swell and pulsate in her fingers as jets of semen rocketed from the young man's cock and slopped in snaking ropes of thick white ribbons across his chest. His testicle was still swollen and pulsing as Dr. Sakharov gripped the handles of the cutting instrument.

The inmate screamed and lunged in the restraints as Katherine felt the swelling and pulsations abruptly end as the testicular cord was crushed. It was a moment of intense excitement for Katherine as she actually felt the moment the inmate's castration took place, and her hand was shaking as she placed the severed testicle in the bowl along with the previously removed one. She felt the dampness of desire in her groin, and her nipples ached with desire as they pressed hard against the cups of her bra. She had just participated in her first castration of an inmate, and it had certainly and profoundly aroused her.

“We should see a marked improvement of his condition within a few days Katherine” Dr. Sakharov stated as she calmly checked the shriveled scrotum and testicular stumps for any signs of excess bleeding, and dabbing up the last drops of blood still oozing from the two withering slits on the young man's empty, shriveled, and heavily wrinkled scrotum.

The young man's legs were quivering, and his face was ashen white from the shock of what he had just endured, as both women removed their masks and gloves. His low keening moans were easily absorbed by the thickly padded walls.

“We’ll leave the inmate here like this for about a half hour until the worst of the pain subsides,” Galena stated.

Galena Sakharov and Katherine then gathered their tray of equipment and left the inmate shuddering and moaning in the restraints as they walked toward the office.

“I didn’t realize that a castration would be quite so painful” Katherine said a she placed the scalpel and instruments in a tray destined for the autoclave. “Is there a reason we don’t sedate or use something on the inmate for the pain?”

“Yes, the inmate’s castration is excruciatingly painful initially” Dr. Sakharov stated, “At least until the nerves are finally dulled. Of course the pain is also necessary to promote an innate sense of loss during this particular procedure and treatment”

“Loss?” Katherine asked.

“Yes…loss. I believe that the natural and deep-rooted male fear of castration adds a profound physiological distress to the already intense physical one. I believe that combination of the psychological angst of the loss of their testicles, combined with the intensity of the physical pain, is very beneficial to the treatment of the inmate as well.”

“I realize castration was the best treatment suited to this inmate, but it just seemed like such a tragedy to have to do that to such a young guy,” Katherine said quietly, “And I don’t understand why he ejaculated during the procedure”

“Of course it’s tragic to have to castrate such a young man. It’s a tragedy in so many ways that all these inmates are afflicted with such a horrid condition. Just think of the results though. With the loss of his testicles, this young man will be able to rejoin his family and the rest of society in a very short time. He will no longer be an out of control excessive masturbator. He will indeed be cured. That is what we must always keep in mind when we treat these men. It’s not going to be the treatment of choice for all of them, but most will realize the maximum benefit of treatment through castration. You’ll see that Katherine, you’ll see that.” Dr, Sakharov explained. “The ejaculation is also a very normal reaction from a male while being castrated by a female, and in particular to these men. They are socially handicapped to the point that most, if not all, have never felt the touch of a woman on their genitals. Having a woman in a dominant position and touching such sensitive areas is intensely arousing for these men, and I believe that the act of a woman in a dominant position actually castrating them has a profound and exciting effect as well. I think with the knowing it is their final ejaculation that they orgasm with such intensity. In fact I always like to assure the inmate ejaculates as I also believe that makes the castration an even more profound experience, and that's beneficial as well. Just always remember we are curing these men of a devastating affliction. Never forget that aspect Katherine.”

“Helping these men is what I do love about this job,” Katherine said, “and it's very exciting.”

“I know exactly what you mean Katherine. Oh I know exactly what you mean,” Dr. Sakharov replied as both women began to laugh.

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