Government castrations were at an all-time high and it appeared that I was to be the latest casualty. It had begun with President Clinton, that’s Chelsea, not her mom who never made it, President Clinton’s Zero Deviance Recidivism Initiative. People were all for it. Except I learned the hard way that what the law termed a nullification worthy act encompassed a wide range of behaviors. My particular crime was getting a blow job a girl named Nina when I was already dating another girl named Ashley. She found out from an indiscriminate text message and filed a complaint. I was arrested the next day by two police women on charges of infidelity, breach of contract, and mental abuse.

My trial was brief. It had not helped that I had confessed to Ashley once I had been caught. I figured since it was just a blow job, maybe I could talk her into forgiving me. She had recorded my confession on her cell phone as a video. I asked my public defender about a plea bargain. She had bluntly informed me that federal law prohibited plea bargains in such cases.

During the trial, my lawyer tried to get me sentenced to a term of enforced chastity and rehab. Unfortunately, Ashley testified that she had found fetish porn on my computer. Nina also testified against me in exchange for having a misdemeanor charge dropped against her. She told the judge that I had tried to pressure her into having vaginal sex and that when she had said “no,” I tried to talk her into anal.

The jury of all women came back with a verdict in fifteen minutes. They recommended castration and the judge strongly concurred.

The date was set for one week from today.

Two female bailiffs led me out of the courtroom in handcuffs. I was taken back to the jail and handed off to three female jailors.

One was an older, butch white woman. The next was a small, pretty black girl. The last was a tall, Latina woman of about thirty.

“We’re going to fit you with a chastity device. It will have to be worn until your sentence is carried out next week,” the Latina guard said. “Stand still. If you struggle at all, Officer Tera won’t hesitate to taze you.”

The butch guard removed a tazer from her holster and trained it on me. A red dot appeared on my chest to show me that it was dead center.

“I’ll cooperate,” I said.

The Latina guard yanked down my pants. It was chilly and my penis was a shriveled peanut. The black guard looked at it and chuckled. The Latina placed a few drops of baby oil on the head of my cock while the black guard removed a metal sheath from a table. She slid my dick into the sheath. A band fit snugly around my balls. The two pieces were locked together.

“This will keep you from beating it before the big day,” the black guard said.

“I didn’t know masturbation was illegal,” I remarked.

“It isn’t. Except for perv future eunuchs like you. Jail rules. Of course, your cell mates won’t be wearing one.” She laughed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Just that your cell mates have a little thing for perverted white boys with little locked up peckers. Not that we encourage violence amongst prisoners, but us guards can’t be everywhere at once.”

The three women escorted me to my cell. There were three black men inside, two were a few years older than my eighteen years. The other looked to be about forty-five. They were all much larger than I was.

I tried to look tough.

“Here’s a cute one for you boys,” said the butch guard. “Don’t be too hard on him now.”

Everyone except me laughed.

The guards left. The two younger men stood up and crowded up against me. I thought that if I fought them, I would get their respect and they would leave me alone. I threw a punch at the one on the right. He moved his head slightly and it missed. The older man laughed.

“Whoa, what you doing, white boy?” said one of the younger ones. I would later learn that his name was DeJuan, while the other younger man was Marcus, and the older one was called Rev.

“Don’t touch me!” It came out shrill.

Marcus punched me in the gut. I dropped to my knees.

“Calm down, bitch,” he said. “No reason we can’t all be friends. Remember what Obama said. We all one now.”

“I don’t want to have sex with you,” I protested weakly.

“It’s all good. It’s not as fun if you want to,” said DeJuan. “We just gonna treat you like you treated that girl you raped.”

“I didn’t rape anybody!”

“You calling my nigga a liar, pervert?” said Marcus.

“But I didn’t rape anybody!”

“I’m getting bored talking to this bitch,” DeJuan said to Marcus. “Hold him.”

Marcus held me and DeJuan pulled off my pink jail pants. (I learned later that while most of the prisoners wear orange, convicted deviants are made to wear pink.) They looked at my locked up dick and jeered at me.

Then they flipped me over and raped me. I won’t go into a lot of detail. That’s not the focus of this account. Needless to say it was the worst thing that had happened to me at that point in my life. It was humiliating and excruciatingly painful. They made me give them oral sex as well and while not really painful, was just as humiliating in its own way. When they finished they told me to leave my pants off, that I would not be allowed to wear them in the cell.

I curled up on a bunk and tried to deal with my misery. Rev got down off his bunk.

“Its always worse if you fight,” he said. “Actually, with that thing on your dick, in a couple of days you might start like getting it up the ass.”

“Go to hell.”

“No really. I seen it before. With that on you can’t bust a nut, but ass fucking hits something up there that pushes some cum out. It takes some of the pressure off. The guys that are in those long term can’t get it enough.

“So,” he said, changing the subject. “They gonna take your nuts, huh?”

“What’s it to you?”

“It’s just that it ain’t a done deal.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, interested now.

“The way the law is written, they have to let you have one more cum before they can cut you. Sort of like the last supper for the condemned. That’s why they put you in that, so you’ll be more horny on the day. An hour or so before your sentence is supposed to be carried out, they’ll take you out to some little trick to get a last squirt. If you can keep from coming, they can’t castrate you.”

“I just have to hold out an hour?”

“Well they have seventy-two hours from the time that they take you down to complete your sentence. But they can’t work on you for more than six hours at a time. It ain’t easy but I know a guy who did it.”

“Really? If it means keeping my balls, I can do it.”

“Sure you can, white boy.” Rev whipped out his hard, veiny, black cock. It was bigger than either of the other two. “Now flip over on your stomach boy. Now they broke you in, it’s my turn to get some of that ass.”

I did not fight them anymore. For the next week, they each had me fuck or suck them at least twice a day. And Rev was right, on the third day when he was fucking me, my dick shot a thick wad of cum out, even though there was no pleasure of an orgasm. It still helped to relieve the pressure in my nuts.

The morning of my sentence, before the guards came for me, they fucked me extra hard and succeeded in pushing out another thick gob of cream.

They let me put my pants on while I waited for the guards.

They came at nine-thirty.

I was escorted through the hall into a small white room. There was a surgical table in the middle with restraints. A tall red head had her back to me, looking at some paperwork. She turned around. I was stunned, both by her beauty and by the fact that I knew her.

Her name was Jessica McDonald. We had attended school together and I had always had a huge crush on her. She had been a year older than me. I had just graduated this year. When Jessica had graduated last year, someone told me that she had interned with the Department of Corrections, but I had figured that she was a secretary or something.

She smiled at me.

“Eric, it’s nice to see you.”

She looked gorgeous. Always tall, Jessica had on four inch heels that really showed off her legs. She was wearing a white, nurse’s outfit, but not a regular one. It was like something out of a fetish magazine, form fitting and very low cut with an extremely short skirt and stockings.

I gulped.

“You?”

“Yep, this is my new job. The pay is great and I get to help out society,” she said.

“By cutting guys balls off?”

“Well, I’m not a castratrix yet. I’m an assistant right now working on my apprenticeship. Ms. Drake will be performing your procedure today. She’ll be here in a little bit. Now, if I can just get you to remove your clothes and lay down on the table.”

The guards were still there so I complied with her instructions. My embarrassment at doing this at the direction of a girl that I had lusted after for four years was more acute than what I had experienced being raped for the last week.

Jessica worked efficiently, strapping me down on the table. Once I was secured, the guards left.

“So, what are you doing now that you’re graduating?” she asked matter of factly.

“What do you mean? How can I do anything? My life is pretty much over,” I said.

“Don’t be silly. By mid-afternoon you’ll be free.”

She unlocked my chastity device and removed it. She washed my penis with a warm wash cloth. It felt very good. After having been locked up for the last week, it began to swell now.

“Mmm, aren’t you eager,” Jessica remarked. “Okay, this is really a pleasurable experience for the most part. By federal law, you are allowed to have one last orgasm before your procedure.”

She was leaning forward and her large tits were threatening to spill out of her uniform top.

“It’s my job to give it to you.”

Her long, warm fingers lightly stroked my penis. It felt exquisite. Then I remembered myself.

“Wait, if I don’t cum you can’t cut my balls off right?”

She nodded, her fingernails tickling the underside of my shaft.

“That’s technically true, but unfortunately for you, it never happens. In the year that I’ve been here, every sentence has been carried out and on time. In your case that is in exactly fifty-eight minutes. Don’t look so sad. It’s not so bad. Here, you’re getting what you always wanted in high school. You had quite a crush on me. I suggest you lay back and enjoy it.”

Jessica spent five minutes shaving my balls. Then she started jacking me off. I tried to think non-sexual thoughts. I tried to will my penis soft. It did not work. She was expert. For the next forty minutes, she teased me until I thought I was going to go insane. She would stroke my penis lightly, then speed it up until I was on the verge. She would back off and start playing with my nipples, which were surprisingly sensitive. She dangled her breasts in my face and rubbed them across my penis. She hiked up her skirt and teased me with her legs. She brought me to the edge over and over again, all the while whispering and cooing sexily.

When the time of my sentence was ten minutes away, she gripped my hard cock more firmly. “Ready?” she asked.

I was determined now, not to cum. It did not matter. She was in complete control and could have made me cum at anytime, I just had not realized it until now. Jessica got a steady rhythm going and hit just the right spot. Inside of two minutes I was on the edge. This time she did not stop. She kept pumping me. My toes curled and my back arched as I groaned and gibbered unintelligibly. My orgasm, irresistible, hit me in wave after wave of pleasure and thick ropes of cum shot out.

I did not even hear Ms. Drake come into the room.

Jessica was wiping up my cum and wiping something cold on my scrotum. I smelled alcohol.

“See, that wasn’t that nice?” she asked in a sweet voice. “Eric, this is Ms. Drake. She’ll be finishing up with you. Ms. Drake, Eric is an old acquaintance from high school.”

“Isn’t that nice. I hope the two of you were able to catch up,” said Ms. Drake, an attractive brunette in a medical coat.

It only took about fifteen minutes and my balls were gone after five or six. It was painful. Prisoners aren’t allowed anesthetic. But the instruments were sharp and Ms. Drake had a sure hand. Jessica assisted ably and spoke to me in a reassuring manner when I cried.

When the operation was over, Jessica undid my restraints. I felt sick to my stomach and weak as wet paper.

Ms Drake gave me a pamphlet entitled “Your life as a eunuch. Things you should know.” and post-op instructions.

Jessica brought out my clothes, my civilian clothes and said that I could get dressed.

“See, that wasn’t so bad. You’ll feel fine in a couple of days and your deviant behaviors should be all gone,” she said. “There is a note in your file. Apparently, your girlfriend, Ashley, is standing by to pick you up.”

“Ashley? But she had this done to me.”

Jessica shrugged. “Maybe she’s forgiven you. I don’t know. You don’t have to go with her if you don’t want to.”

Jessica hugged me and said goodbye. I noticed a DVD in the bag of my property. I asked Jessica what it was.

“A recording of the procedure and the hour leading up to it. Ashley requested one. Would you give it to her please?”

I had not decided yet if I was going to go with Ashley. But at the moment, I did not feel up to disagreeing.

“Sure,” I said.

I was released. I saw Ashley’s car in the lot and approached it. I could see Ashley’s blond head in the driver’s seat, but I could not recognize the brunette in the passenger seat until I got right up to the car.

It was Nina.

Both of the girls were dressed to the hilt and looked very hot.

They got out of the car.

“Ashley? Nina? What’s going on?” I asked.

Ashley walked around the car and put her arm around Nina.

“I guess you should know. Nina and I have been fucking each other for about six months now. Since your family has a lot of money, we figured this would be a good plan to take you out of the picture, sexually that is, but keep you around to support us.”

“But...”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the car bitch. We’ve got plans for you so you are going to do what I say!”

Lowering my head, I got into the backseat.