Halstad ushered him into the living room, invited him to be seated on the sofa, and furished him with a glass of iced tea. Halstad then took a chair opposite the reporter. Halstad agreed to be interviewed by this particular reporter because he knew the man's reputation as an objective journalist who was keen on his articles being credible and factual.

Halstad's doctoral thesis, "Straight Men With Gay Fantasies" had just been published by a major book seller, and the reporter wanted to be the first in town to get the scoop.

The reporter was about five-foot-four, weighed about 145 pounds, and had blondish hair. Halstad noted that the man appeared to be between 30 and 33 years old. He had blue eyes, and a very intense, resolute face.

"Tell me, doctor," the reporter began. "Why you think straight men would have gay fantasies."

Halstad began speaking thoughtfully, knowing that if he went into a lot of detail, the reporter wouldn't mind because he knew the reporter's reputation for detail and accuracy.

"Essentially all sex is based in lust," Halstad began. "Lust is gender neutral. It doesn't matter if one is male or female, gay or straight; all sexual encounters begin with lust. That's the factual basis for my thesis, which as you know, has been picked up by a major publisher."

The reporter nodded. "Go on."

"Well, if a straight man's lust can be stirred up and the flames of that lust fanned with the appropriate stimuli and circumstances, even he will welcome a sexual encounter that may involved gay sex with a gay man. Lust burns within our bosom, as you're probably aware, and once it's ingnited, it must be quenched. If a straight man can only find a gay encounter, he may cave into his lust and not even think twice about it or regret it until perhaps later."

The reporter had set up his laptop computer and was transcribing his note on it rather than a notebook because he could type faster than he could hand write. He thought it was an interesting thesis to say the least. However, the reporter wanted to steer the topic to one chaper in Halstand's book specifically.

"Tell me, doctor...by the way, how do you like the sound of that title?"

"I can grow accustomed to being called that," Halstad admitted. At 38, he was very pleased to have earned his doctorate degree while so young, and was especially pleased with the subject of his thesis; it turned heads and raised eyebrows for sure.

"Well," the reporter continued, "One chapter in your book I found very curious was the one titled, 'Begging For Castration.'"

Halstad smiled.

"Are you trying to convince your readers that a straight man will voluntarily submit to being castrated by a gay man after just one sexual encounter?"

"Did you read the whole chapter?" Halstad asked the reporter.

"Yes," the reporter answered, "and I found it totally unbelievable."

"I see," Halstad said. "Tell me, sir, what is your sexual orientation?"

This threw the reporter: he was the one who asked the questions, not his subjects. The question made him slightly uncomfortable. "I have a girlfriend," he said.

"You didn't answer the question," Halstad scolded the reporter teasingly.

"Okay, I'm straight," he said, but then admitted, "I sometimes wonder what life is like for the 'other half.'"

"So," Halstad said, "Do you think you would somehow be immune to my techniques and would not beg me to castrate you at the end of one of my sessions?"

The reporter thought about that. His intense and resolute face was slightly contorted as he mulled the doctor's question over in his mind. He finally said, "I think I could withstand your techniques, and I don't personally believe you could persuade me to beg you for castration after just one session."

"Would you like to test your belief?" Halstad asked. Put on the spot again, the reporter recalled what he'd read in Halstad's book in that particular chapter. The session took about an hour and a half, and required the subject to agree to several controversial techniques that required absolute acquiesence and consent to being stripped, sexually stimulated and humiliated. It didn't matter who was doing the stimulation--Halstad conducted experiments with both males and females and the results were the same--the subject begged for the excision of his testicles, or if it was a woman, pleaded for the removal of her clitoris.

The reporter, his chest begining to burn with excitement, finally responded. "I'd like to test my resolve to resist your techniques."

Halstad was up on his feet in a second. "I'll need you to sign the consent form, sir. Be advised though, that I have never acutally castrated any of my subjects, but if a person follows my methods as outlined in that chapter, anything can happen. Generally the results are conclusive that a straight man will beg to be castrated in a gay sexual encounter by the end of the session. You are free to leave at any time, and with one word, I will stop the session."

"Agreed," the reporter said, his heart beginning to beat with surging excitement over what was going to occur next. He signed the consent form, which released Dr. Halstad of all liability during the encounter. The doctor's only point with that chapter was to prove his thesis--that a straight man with unbridled lust would beg to be castrated in a gay sexual encounter when the circumstances were just right. This bolstered his overall thesis that straight men could be induced to enter a gay sexual encounter if given the chance, and would forfeit their testicles if it meant they would be deprived of their last orgasm!

After signing the consent form, the reporter asked, "So exactly what starts this whole thing?" He kept tapping keys on his laptop as Halstad spoke.

"Well, my theories are based upon the fact that being naked and humiliated enhances the sexaul encounter and heightens expectations, as well as pushes inhibitions and objections aside. With a straight man who has been aroused, if he thinks he'll be denied the release of his sexual energies and lusts, he can be made to beg for the ultimate climax: the one where he loses his balls right after his last ejaculation. My methods start mild and then incrementally get more erotic as the session commences."

He looked at the reporter and then asked, "Shall we get started?" The report nodded and then stood up from the sofa. Halstad noticed that the man's crotch seemed to bulge inordinately. He suspected that the reporter was already becoming aroused.

"So I know right from the start, you know what to expect, correct?" He asked the reporter.

"I've read the chapter," the reporter said. "I'm ready to begin."

Halstad then approached the younger man, and took his laptop out of his hands and set it on the sofa. He then untucked the reporter's shirt, and undid his pants. The pants dropped to the floor as the doctor pulled the shirt free from the reporter's arms. He then knelt before the reporter and pulled his underwear down. He sensed that the reporter was flinching, and told him to relax.

"This is the first step toward your humiliation," Halstad said. "Once you overcome this initial embarassment of having another man strip you naked, you're ready to move on to the next step." The reporter nodded. The doctor then instructed the reporter to pull off his shoes and step away from his discarded clothes so that he was standing there completely naked in the front room of Halstad's apartment.

Halstad then began to verbally describe the reporter's naked physique as though he was recording the session on a tape recorder.

"I see before me a man about 30 to 33 years old, medium build, and in good physical shape," Halstad said. "His uncircumcised penis is thick and semi-aroused. His pubic hair is black, as are his eyebrows. He has a little bit of body hair on his lower abdomen, and on his legs, but is otherwise smooth. He is a very attractive and alluring naked man."

Halstad motioned the reporter to turn around. He complied. Halstad continued. "The young man's back is sturdy, his legs steady, and his buttocks rounded and attractive. I am now looking at the sensual crevass of his butt crack, and find it very appealing. I am resisting the urge to lick it put my penis into it."

At this point, the reporter began to feel hot with the scrutiny his naked body was receiving from the author. Shame mixed with embarrassment began to overcome him, but he was also drawn into Halstad's critique of his physique. He couldn't explain it right then and there, but he wanted to be nude and wanted his nudity to be talked about and verbalized by Halstad. He began to wonder if his tight little anus would be receiving a hardened cock that day.

"We are ready to proceed into the bathroom," Halstad said. He led the reporter into the bathroom where he opened up a cabinet and retrieved some enema supplies. The reporter took note of the supplies and knew what was coming next.

Halstad filled up the hot water bottle and told the reporter to kneel at the bathtub with his butt facing the doctor.

"I am now going to administer an enema to you," he said. "This technique is designed to further humiliate you and highlight your nakedness and helplessness and you will soon be unable to deliniate between humiliation and excitment. I am going to invade your most private, secret time--your bathroom time--and you will feel the intense weight of being watch at your most personal of moments."

The reporter knelt as instructed, and tried to relax as he became acutely aware of his open nakedness, his butt's exposure to the enema tube, and his vulnerability at this particular point. As Halstad proceeded, the reporter tensed as Halstad lubed his anus slightly, and then gently pushed the enema tube deep into his rectum. His penis began to thicken and grow as the warm enema solution filled his gut.

When he felt he would burst, he indicated to Halstad that he had to empty his bowels. The doctor pulled the tube out of the reporter's anus-an act that gave the reporter the most erotic yet embarrassing sensations, and then pointed to the toilet.

As the reporter sat down on the commode, his butt hole tightened and wouldn't release the contents of his rectum. His eyes pleaded with Halstad for privacy. Halstad instead shook his head no.

"This part of the session requires you to be watched while you move your bowels," Halstad said. "That way you get accustomed to doing and having done to you what you only have previously done in private to yourself. The purpose of this is to heighten your embarrassment and humiliation at having your stool seen by someone else, and it further reduces your resistance and objections to the rest of the session. We can stop now if you wish."

The reporter resigned himself to the inevitability of being watched now as his rectum powerfully pushed its contents out of his quickly-opening anus. Brown chunks splashed into the water, as did a gushing flow of brownish liquid. Halstad kept up a ready round of chatter while the reporter filled the bowl, saying such things as, "Yes, that's what we want--plenty of gas, and chunks and splashing..." When he was done gushing, farting and splashing, the reporter was motioned to kneel by the tub again for another enema round.

"We do this until it comes out a clear liquid," Halstad said as he filled the hot water bottle and lubed the reporter's humiliated anus again. The process was repeated with Halstad encouraging another thunderous performance on the potty. With the doctor's cheering and encouragment, the reporter really got into putting on a good show. The doctor was right-he was beginning to pass from embarrassment to heightened sexual arousal at being shamed like this.

It took another enema before the reporter's bowels were clear. Once this was done, Halstad then stripped himself, and grabbed the reporter by the penis and led him into the shower. Halstad then knelt down and began rubbing shaving cream on the reporter's pubic area, then took a stilleto blade and shocked the reporter by how fast and seemingly carelessly he was in shaving his pubes completely off.

"Right now I am quickly moving this razor in and around your genitals," Halstad said. "The purpose of this is to make your gentials feel completely naked. I also purposely move my hands in a very careless and abrupt manner so as to force the subject to cringe at the possibility that his genitals will be injured during the shave. This makes the subject not only very still and cooperative, but causes them to be relieved once it's done that they haven't lost their gentials yet or been injured in the shaving process. The result is that they become more compliant and cooperative."

The reporter found himself holding his breath during the shave as his dark pubic hair was removed. Each time that sharpened stilleto ran over his pubic area, he cringed and gasped at its sharpness and closeness to his penis and scrotum. He stood very still. He didn't want to risk being cut even if by accident. Yet, Dr. Halstad shaved him very hairless and very professionally. When he was through, the doctor stood up in the shower next to the reporter.

"You are now pubically naked," he announced. "All the years you have spent growing that hair as a testament to your manhood are wasted. You are now like a diminished pre-teen boy who hasn't started puberty yet."

The doctor was right. The reporter felt shamefully naked at this point. He could only agree that his newly stripped genital area was as bare as a 12-year-old's pubic mound! His genitals weren't just exposed--they were stark naked!

As referenced in the castration chapter, Halstad turned on the shower water and the two men showered together. Halstad soaped the reporter up and rinsed him off. He glided his hands across every naked inch of the reporter's body, cleansing his crotch, genitals and anus with soap and warm water. He probed the reporter's butt hole with his fingers, yanked on his penis, and tugged on his testicles. The reporter felt vulnerable, naked and excited! His penis began to respond as embarrassment and humiliaiton gave way to sexual arousal!

Halstad had the reporter turn around. He washed his back and soaped up and then washed his underarm hair. "You get to keep that," Halstad said.

When the shower was done, Halstad dried them both off, and escorted the reporter to his bedroom for the rest of the session. He had the reporter lie on the bed face down, and then carassed his back, legs and buttocks. The reporter was amazed and flushed that the gently caresses of the doctor's hands on his butt felt so good. He was further aroused.

Then Halstad parted his cheeks and used his saliva to wet the reporter's anus. As the reporter's anticipation of what was to happen next grew, he felt the warm, welcoming penetration of the doctor's wormy tongue into his tight, wrinkled anal ring. Embarrassment totally gave way to sensual naughty enjoyment as his anus was massaged, probed and violated by the doctor's tongue. The reporter relaxed his butt hole, but then tightened it instinctively as the doctor continued the session.

"I am now raping this young man," Halstad said. "I am violating his secret anal opening which, I presume, has never had an object inserted into it beyond what occurs during a medical examination. The only thing that has passed through this anus until now has been body waste, and my enema tube. I will make this young man eager for anal stimulation, and he will remember this moment for the rest of his life."

As Halstad worked the reporter's butt hole over, the reporter raised his bottom to meet the doctor's tongue. It felt so naughty, so dirty, so violating, yet it felt so unbelievably sensual, erotic and pleasurable! The reporter began saying, "Push it in, doctor! Go deeper! Take my asshole! Penetrate me! Violate me! Discover me! Push your tongue deep into my large intestine!"

As invited, Halstad obliged, and when his tongue couldn't go in any deeper, he lubed a vibrating dildo and further stimulated the reporter, paying close attention to the younger man's prostate. When the dildo discovered his prostate, the reporter nearly fainted with pleasure it felt so good! He couldn't believe sexual stimulation could be so wonderful short of an explosive climax! He just couldn't get enough! He had never been anally stimulated like this, and the doctor was right: he would remember this tongue, anus, dildo moment for the rest of his life! In the days following, the reporter would long for the sensual feel of that hungry tongue as it split his cheeks and his puckered ring and sent probing pleasures deep into his rectum!

Halstad left the dildo in the reporter's anus, and then gently turned him over. He then straddled the reporter's belly with his butt pointing toward the reporter's face. He activated a TENS unit (an electrical current device used by chiropractors to ease their patient's pain). He placed one electrode on the underside of the reporter's penis, and one electrode on each of the reporter's balls.

He then applied a device similar to twisty-ties used to seal a loaf of bread, except that these ties had tiny little plastic teeth in them that, when tightened, gave the subject the sensation that his scrotum was being cut into. As the ties were being tightened, the reporter's ball bag began to shine like a billiard ball. Between the TENS unit stimulating the reporter's genitals and the twisty-ties digging in to the nut sack, the reporter began to believe he really was going to be castrated! His penis became fully erect and precum began to seep past the pointed tip of his foreskin. He had an irresistable urge to grab his cock and jack it off, but the doctor's nude body was situated on his belly between him and his genitals. He was helpless and could not take matters into his own hands!

"At this juncture, I need to ask you if you'd like to continue," Halstad said.

"Yes!" the reporter shouted. "Please continue, only let me get to my cock! I've got to masturbate! I've got to feel myself! I've got to relieve myself of my lust!"

"No!" Halstad said sternly. "Once you climax, you'll want to stop the session."

"I've got to cum," the reporter pleaded. "I'll do anything you ask, just let me climax before my balls explode."

That was the very thing Halstad wanted to hear. Right before the reporter's eyes, he reach over and picked up a shining sharp paring knife and brought it to the reporter's tied up nut sack. The paring knife was significant: it would be used to excise a "pair" of balls. When the reporter saw the knife being picked up, his desperation for a climax became paramount in his mind. Life and death now rested on whether he would be allowed to climax, or so it seemed.

Halstad glided the back edge of the knife over the reporter's balls, but he didn't tell him he wasn't using the blade. The reporter, feeling the knife against his tied off nut sack, became even more desperate for the climax he felt he was going to inevitably have if he could only get his hands on his penis!

"You'll do anything I ask?" Halstad said.

"Yes," the reporter responded with a full-throated exhuberance that let Halstad know he had him right where he wanted him.

"And what will you give me if I let you climax?" Halstad said

"I'll let you cut my balls off," the reporter said with lust, excitment, desperation, pleasure, pain, and overwheliming recognition of his nude vulnerability. "Do what you want, just let me cum first."

"And what should I do with your manhood if I cut it off right now?" Halstad asked as the reporter's hands grabbed his butt cheeks, and a finger was shoved into his anus.

"Open me up and dangle my balls by the cords," the reporter shouted. "Bronze them and I'll give them to my girlfriend for her key chain. Bounce them on my naked thighs, and swing them like a teather ball. Shove them up my butt and pull them out by the sperm cords. Fly them from a flag pole for everyone to see. Do what you want with them, but just let me come one last time before you castrate me!"

"And what will you be if I castrate you?" Halstad asked, leading the reporter on.

"I'll be a eunuch, just like in your book," the reporter roared.

Halstad turned up the current on the TENS unit. To the reporter, the sensation felt very much like his scrotum had just been sliced open. The electrical jolts serging through his penis and balls felt like his nuts were finally out of his sack and irrevocably, irretrievably exposed and naked!

At this juncture, Halstad said, "Right now, young man, you are at the most naked you've ever been or will ever be. Your anus has been penetrated, your unprotected, vulnerable balls have been abused, and your scrotum has been sliced open. Your nuts are naked. But you still have your testicles. You are still a man. You are not yet a eunuch. You haven't had your last climax as yet. There is still time to stop this session!"

"Cut my balls off please!" the reporter shouted uncontrollably. "Take my testicles. Neuter me! Nut me! Castrate me, please, Cut them off! Crush them! Slice them open! Chop them up! Bite them off! Put them in a blender, I don't care, but please, let me have some relief! Let me cum one last time!"

With that, Halstad shut the TENS unit off, and loosened the twisty-tie from the reporter's balls. When the devices were removed, the reporter sensed the sensation as a total removal of his scrotum. He believed his testicles were dangling from his open nut sack now, hanging near his naked butt, dangling near his crack and anus. He fully expected them to be rebounded off his thighs and inserted into his anus where they would probably feel like the doctor's tongue all over again. Halstad got up from sitting on his belly, and the reporter's hand instinctively reached for his erect cock quickly as he jerked himself to what he was sure was his last climax! He ejaculated seconds later, sending hot, sticky, white sperm shooting up into the air. It looped toward his face, and then drenched his belly and chest as spurt after spurt of final cum roped across his abdomen. The dildo slowly slid out of his anus as the reporter pushed it out with each convulsive frenzied, seismic pulse.

When he was through cumming, the reporter's tensed body then relaxed fully. He instinctively reached for his testicles and, expecting them to be gone, was greatly relieved that his balls were, indeed, intact, as was his scrotum!

Halstad left the room and allowed the reporter to regain his composure. After several minutes, the reporter joined the now-dressed doctor in the living room. Wordlessly, he got dressed, and sat on the sofa and began typing on his lap top.

"Well," Halstad finally said, "What do you think?"

After a few seconds, the reporter answered, "I never, in a million years, would have believed that I would welcome a same-sex encounter and end up begging to be castrated. I have to admit, I not only enjoyed it, but I fully expected to leave here today without my balls. I actually desired to please you to such an extent that I wanted to be castrated!"

Pleased, Halstad simply nodded. "And now you know why my doctoral thesis was published, and why it's on track to become a best-seller."

"Will it work for a woman?" the reporter asked.

"Yes," Halstad said. "You see, a woman already loses something when she has sex with a man: her virginity. It's a small step beyond that to convince her to give up her clit. If she's told that she'd better enjoy her female penis while she has it because it will soon be taken from her, she will, indeed, enjoy it like it's her last clit-caused climax. Women are very much motivated by relationships first, and physical contact second. As long as the relationship is firm and lasting, she'll give up her virginity, her clit, whatever is demanded of her, to keep the relationship going. A man, by contrast, is the opposite: He is motivated by the physical first and foremost, and is only interested in the relationship secondarily. He will gladly give up his very manhood, as you've seen today, if it means he'll get the ultimate physical satisfaction and enjoyment. That's my thesis, anyway."

"I see," the reporter said as he packed up his laptop and readied himself to leave.

"Call me if you have further questions," Halstad said. "There's much we didn't get to talk about today."

Before leaving, the reporter turned to Halstad and said, "I'd like to come over again for more sessions...I think I'm going to write a whole series of articles on this subject."

Halstad simply smiled and closed the door behind the reporter.