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Soon after it’s admission to statehood Jefferson had some tough issues to deal with, the most pressing of which was the economy. Legalization of marijuana was still in the future and the last Northern Spotted Owl had not yet been killed, which meant that the harvest of the state’s forests for marketable timber was still tied up in court. The first monetary drain tackled was welfare, particularly that doled out to transients and illegal wetbacks, and to a lesser extent the other minorities that bred prolifically and spawned future generations of welfare recipients. A program was instituted to determine which people should be allowed to breed and to control the mating of those deemed unqualified to reproduce, a director was hired to implement that program, and I am that person.
A few people claim that I got the job by having someone on the inside get me in, but that’s all bullshit. Even though my brother is one of the official castrators I got my job because of my qualifications, and I have kept it because I am good at what I do. I started by researching the relationships between age, education, income, and ethnic backgrounds, and I quickly determined that men should not be allowed to father children unless they met certain qualifications. Well-bred, educated men who were gainfully employed and who owned or were purchasing homes always qualified when they turned twenty two and were immediately issued all of the fathering permits that they requested. People of color, and those commonly known as ‘white trash’; the perpetually unemployable mobile home dwellers and apartment renters, are seldom given the privilege of reproduction. This was a tough sell for the Governor, but he got the backing of the legislature and enacted laws that criminalize unlawful breeding. In no case would a man be allowed to father a child before age twenty-two, and illicit pregnancies were quickly terminated and the male perpetrators were punished as sex abusers. This kept my brother pretty busy for quite a while, but most people eventually learned to obey and to not fight the system. Now, even an idiot knows that you can’t expect young men to be celibate until their mid twenties, so a system was also put into place to keep them reasonably happy. State run bordellos opened in all towns, cities and communities to provide relief for the unmarried males of the state. These whorehouses are free to all males over fifteen years old, and the only cost to the patrons is whatever tip they feel obligated to leave. Some cater mostly to the teenage crowd, while others serve more mature patrons. People of color are accommodated, but they must only use prostitutes of their own race; no inbreeding is allowed even in the bordello system. I would have preferred to allow young teens access to this release as well, but the powers that be determined that fifteen was the minimum age, and that functional younger boys would have to wait. I don’t like this because they are an at risk group, and many fall prey to older molesters or start to seek fulfillment among themselves, which while legal, is an abomination to me. The plan I masterminded is a good one. It enables the State to maintain a stable population of well-bred, intelligent citizenry while allowing those not as fortunate everything that they deserve. Absurd as it may seem, not all people accept this and there are several isolated pockets of resistance, such as the one high in the Klamath Mountains to which I was headed. My job is mostly administrative, which confines me to an office, so I welcomed the chance to get out and do some field work. The location of the camp came from a confidential informant, who took some pictures of family-type groups of people tending an unauthorized marijuana plot on public land. I don’t care about the tax revenue on their crop, as that is not my job. The presence of several young children who are probably the product of illegal copulations is what concerns me, and I must go there and check their birth certificates to determine their validity. This isn’t a pleasant task, as any illicit male children will be removed from their parents and placed in a work camp until age eighteen, at which time they must be emasculated. The fathers, unless they are qualified breeders, will face my brother on his castration table immediately and then be sent to the work camps for six months where they will further regret flouting the law. I parked several miles away from the camp and proceeded on foot to a high saddle where I could observe the goings on. Men, some naked, and several full-breasted, commonly dressed women worked in the fields. Several of the women carried infants, papoose style, on their backs. All of the adults except for one blonde couple had the dark hair and dusky skins of Latinos. A creek that ran along side the open clearing had been dammed to form a small lake or pond in which half a dozen naked children and five teenagers frolicked. I set up my telescope and took a closer look at these youths. None of the boys had been circumcised! Proof positive that they were illegitimate, as law requires removal of the foreskin at birth. A lithesome, blonde girl about fifteen years old held center stage in the pool. Her breasts had the firmness of youth and her slight pubic bush glowed in the warm sunlight. She was talking to a young Latin boy about the same age, and although I could not hear what was being discussed the erection he sported when he stood left no doubt as to their intentions. They left the pool and walked to a small copse of trees where they would be concealed from the others but still visible to me in my high observation post. A blanket or sleeping bag had been placed there for their comfort, and they soon made good use of it. This was no typical union between fumbling teens; she was obviously both skilled and practiced, and the duration of their coupling indicated that he had considerable experience in that specialty as well. They eventually rejoined the others, and with his erection having been replaced by a contented smile the boy laid down to rest in the cool grass while she went to work on his companion. I scanned the surrounding hilltops for any sign of posted sentries or guards, and then focused my telescope back on the pond below, where she was leading the other boy off to the grove. He was more lusty and robust then his brother or whatever their relationship was, and it was apparent that he was also better endowed, and the girl was soon writhing and moaning in ecstasy. Two younger teenagers, a boy and a girl, remained in the water while casting glances their way, but the young children, oblivious to the carnal debauchery, continued to splash and play in the shallow end of the pond. It would be better if they went and watched their older sister as she plied her trade. The girls will all end up in bordellos, first a teenage one like the Golden Lily, and then later on the darker ones will go to the coarse, crude cribs in the tenements to service those of their own race while those with lighter skins will be made available to the general public. The amorous couple had just returned to the pool and had washed off their exertions when the sound of a dinner bell rang out, signaling the noonday meal. The children and three older teens all hastily donned t-shirts and shorts and hurried off in the direction of the cook tent, leaving only the younger teenage boy and girl in the water. The boy, about thirteen years old, shyly stood up, facing away from the girl. His fat belly nearly obscured his pubescent genitals, which were so dwarfed by his massive thighs that he looked almost infantile. The girl, no beauty queen herself, went to him, put her hand on his shoulder, and turned him around before sinking to her knees in front of him. The blushing embarrassment he displayed as she clumsily fellated him led me to believe this was the first time for both the immoral little bastard and the would-be whore. “Don’t move, you fucking pervert, or I’ll make you a new asshole!” The hillbilly voice was punctuated by the ratcheting clank of a pump-action shotgun. I would now have an illegal weapons charge against these people as well, which was very serious. In addition to their castrations and mandatory time in the work camps they would also face several years at hard labor in a prison for pulling a gun on a State official. “I am a Jefferson State Officer,” I informed the cretin, stating the obvious as I reached back to show him my badge. “And you are under arrest!” Life, as I had come to know it, ceased for me with a thunderous crash as the twelve gauge discharged. His threat to make me a new asshole would have been upheld if he had aimed a few inches higher, but the two-ounce load of birdshot caught me squarely in my scrotum instead, instantly liquefying it. The excitement of watching the young teens had given me an erection, which had pulled my cock up tight against my belly as I lay there, sparing it from the destructive blast. The next few days are all a blur, as I was lost in an abyss of pain, fever, and blood loss, but the squatters kept me alive while they harvested their crop and moved their camp, and by the time the search parties found me they were all long gone. I still search for them, and the only thing that I now have to live for is the pleasure I will feel as I squeeze their nuts and knife them from their bodies. Maybe I’ll even go to school and become an official castrator, like my brother.
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