Sometimes the punishment is more than a swift chop. Sometimes it lasts a little longer- like a lifetime...

It hurts so bad. It isn’t a physical pain that I’m feeling. No, its not the pain of the punishment, although that hurt plenty. It was seeing my cock made into a model, and now seeing a cast of it on the shelf in our local middle school that causes this pain. I know that there are hundreds and possibly thousands of such casts spreading out across the country now. I work here as a janitor now. Am I destined to feel this agony every time I see a reminder of my former manhood?

My physical punishment is finished. I have violated the Sexual Decency Law, and stood at the Bar of the Law to feel my cock chopped by the magnetic blade. I have felt the barbs of the tension device pull my manhood tight for the kiss of the incredibly sharp edge. Now, my punishment is to see the model of my cock on display at the school at which I have worked as a janitor these past two years.

I can recognize it sitting there on the shelf among it’s fellow casts. Lit from the sides, the new plastic casting is fresh and dust free sitting there on the glass. The hundreds of its brothers on the shelf must have barely moved aside to admit the newcomer to their infamous collection.

I am popular with the kids here. They all like the young janitor since we aren’t really so far apart in age. They all look up to me. I’m sure none of them realize that the proof of my shame is right there on the shelf in front of them. Most of the girls in the school are fascinated by the display of erect penises in the glass case. If the rumors are to be believed, each of the girls has a favorite cock model, even going so far as to name them. Each of the young teens are blossoming into the beginnings of their womanhood so they are naturally curious about the male body. This display case holds a bounty of examples to feed their imaginations.

The boys pay especially close attention when a new cock model is put on display. Each can imagine the blade chopping their own cock, and then seeing the model put on display in this public place. Each boy knows that every cock behind the glass represents a sexless man with every bit of the desire and none of the ability that they themselves have only recently discovered. Every cock model is an incentive for these youngsters to obey the Sexual Decency Law. The example that each cock sets in the mind of the young is the true value of the display.

I can imagine the Principle unpacking the model of my cock from its shipping container and placing it head up on the glass shelf. I’m almost sure she even knew who the cock once belonged to. Did the woman feel a rush as she grasped the hard shaft of my manhood? Did she admire the curve of my glans as modeled in the smooth plastiflesh? Did she imagine it inside her, as she tempted me for years while I was a student here? Did she perhaps even rub the plastic head between her legs before setting the model on the shelf?

The model of my cock is only one of three hundred or so such models on this glass shelf. Every one is erect, and every one represents a cockless man or boy who has been punished for violating the Sexual Decency Law of 2012. Some of them are magnificent in size. Some are not large at all. Some are slightly twisted or bent. Some are wide at the base and narrow at the tip. All the models exactly duplicate the cocks as they were taken from the crotch of their former owner. Every vein, foreskin, glans and shaft is exactly represented in living detail and immortalized in plastiflesh.

I don’t need to read the ID number on the bottom to recognize the casting of my erect penis. This is the cock that was attached to me for 18 years. I have held it in my hand a million times to piss. I have rubbed my thumb over the eye of the cock thousands of times. I have plunged it into a woman and felt the liquid fire within. That cock, or the flesh it was made from, has erupted countless times into the air or into the grasping body of my fiancé.

I would have it still if I hadn’t failed a random polygraph. My fiancé and I had been having sex for several weeks when I was called in for the test. Of course, having sex before marriage is itself a violation of the Decency Law, and punishable by amputation. We had slowly and fearfully progressed from kissing and touching to actual anal sex since vaginal sex would be certainly discovered during the marital day examination. Many men had lost their cocks on their wedding day because they couldn’t wait to plunge into their fiancé’s pussy.

I didn’t understand why I had been called for the random test until I saw the principle’s face that day I returned from my punishment leave. I knew, when I left for the polygraph clinic that I would not return a complete man. I was fairly certain that I was going to lose my cock, and that would certainly mean that I was going to lose my fiancé. The look of pleasure on my principle’s face when I returned to work told me everything. The random test was anything but random, and I was the victim of jealousy.

The polygraph was quick and consisted of fewer than ten standardized questions. The knowledge that I would certainly fail the test didn’t help as I struggled to beat the machine, but my failure was complete all the same. The law specified that sentence was to be carried out within 72 hours so I was taken immediately to the processing center that had been created in the Tiger Lake Civic Center. It was a place that I remembered from countless school plays and scouting meetings. When I was 14, I had even seen the Bar of the Law in action up there on the stage. That time I was only attending as a spectator. I never expected to be on the stage again a mere four years later with a sentence on my own cock.

I discovered when I arrived at the Processing Center that another guy, a boy really, had already been sentenced for the crime of oral sex. When I first saw him I didn’t think he could possibly any older than 15. Evidently, he had been caught in the act with his cock down the throat of his teenage girlfriend. The girl’s father had wanted to kill the boy, but the law intervened and the boy was scheduled to lose his cock at the same time as me. Because the other boy was already scheduled, the M&M and Cutter have brought the Bar of the Law to my town. I saw it being set up on the stage as I was brought into the civic center and I knew that I was destined to lose my manhood much quicker than even I believed was possible.

There was a brief two-hour period in which I was locked in a small room with the other offender and a single guard. The other guy was huddled in one corner of the room silently sobbing for his lost manhood. Of course, we were not permitted to speak to each other or to seek any last release. Before the door closed after me, we were told to expect our sentence to be carried out at 8 that evening. This unwelcome news brought a fresh sob from my fellow offender. I glanced at my watch to see that I had two and half hours of manhood remaining to me. After that, the ticking of my wristwatch seemed to be a little louder as each second passed.

At nearly two hours, several guards came to accompany the two condemned to the preparation room. One man stood on either side of each of us as we walked down the hallway. Each man was enormous and I knew that I had no hope of winning a struggle with one of them, much less both. My fellow condemned tried anyway and was frogmarched to the prep room for his trouble.

The prep room was actually the costume room for the community theatre center. The walls were lined with racks of flowing women’s dresses, animal costumes, and other stage costumes as you could only imagine. Our costumes for the coming act were already laid out on a table in the center of the room. We were ordered to strip all clothing and jewelry and place it in a claim bag for our families to retrieve later. Never again would I pull on that pair of underwear and have it feel the same.

My fight had long ago left me, but my fellow offender needed some encouragement to begin his disrobing. I was nude and waiting before the guards managed to convince the youngster to begin his disrobing. After that, he was quickly nude like me and ready for the remaining stages of our prep.

Each of us was held firm by our pair of brutish guards as a nurse inserted a short catheter into each of our penises. She approached me first and used her thumb and forefinger to spread the lips of my cock wide open. She inserted a hollow tube with a short blue catheter inserted in the end of it. As she pushed the tube into place, she explained loud enough for us both to hear that the blue tube would be left inside us to keep our urethra open during the punishment and allow us to urinate without pain while the wound healed. I felt the tube withdraw and saw that the blue catheter was no longer loaded in the tip. The nurse then picked up a small syringe and inserted the needle into the base of my cock causing me to grimace at the small prick. She explained that she was injecting a drug to help me maintain my erection when I was required to be erect. Her last step was a quick rub with a light oil that instantly heated the skin of my penis and started my erection growing to her obvious satisfaction.

Finished with me, she directed the guard to drape a paper gown on my body before moving on to my fellow condemned. As soon as the paper protected my cock from the air of the room, the warmth caused by the oil eased enough to allow my penis to resume a semi-erect state. I could feel the short catheter inside my penis as the nurse inserted his catheter into the head of his penis. She quickly finished that task and injected his penis as he began trembling with fear or stress. The final step was to rub his penis with the oil, causing an immediate and full erection on his adolescent wiry body. Of course, the boy was completely embarrassed by his erect maleness, but I was secretly jealous of his endowment. The boy’s penis was magnificent as it jutted up from his pure black pubic hair. He was gifted with a large cock that was at least seven inches, a large shiny purple head that surged with each heartbeat, and large testicles that put my manhood to shame.

Of course, in a few minutes, we would be equally endowed with stubs measured in fractions of an inch. Our only sex organs would be our testicles, untouched in their sacks but frustrated in their inability to release. Never again would be able to feel the cum rush through our cock to orgasm. Never would we hope to impregnate a female. We were destined to be forever denied our manhood, even though it was not completely taken from us. I would almost rather that they nullify us completely.

The guards hurried us along the hallway leading to the main civic auditorium. I could hear the roar of the crowd of witnesses as they seated themselves hoping for a good seat. The murmer of voices sounded like several hundred people had come to see the punishment carried out on us tonight. Just before we entered the hall, I heard a male voice order the crowd to be silent in respect for the solemn nature of our punishment.

Suddenly, we were standing on the stage in front of those hundreds of people. The Bar of the Law was erected across the front of the stage as a fence between us and the observing crowd. I felt exposed standing there in my paper gown, even though I knew that all these people here today were here to see my manhood and then to see my manhood chopped off my body. My fellow condemned was shaking so violently that the nurse discretely stepped up behind him and unloaded a hypodermic into his right buttock. His shaking eased immediately, but his eyes still darted from face to face in the crowd awaiting his punishment.

A drawing of the straws took place and the first punishment was awarded to my fellow condemned. The crowd briefly cheered at this news as the guards ripped the paper gown from his body and dragged him to the Bar of the Law. The M&M approached the boy and completed his preparations for the penectomy. Those preparations were largely hidden from my view, but I knew that he was affixing the clear tube they called the framework device to my fellow’s, by now erect, cock. A moment later he returned to the boy with the tension device, something I knew would cause him great pain. I was not wrong as the boy tensed his entire body as the barbs penetrated his cockhead from the inside. I could see the M&M’s arm as he gently pulled the tension device taught, pulling the erect cock inside the framework device to it’s greatest impressive length.

The two guards shove the offender forward into the Bar of the Law. The framework device clicks into the Bar with an audible snap, securing the boy for his punishment. The boy, trying to ease the awful pain of the tension device, thrusts forward into the machine. I watch his smooth buttocks flex as he thrusts forward and then ease as his instinct to pull his cock out of danger fights with his urge to ease the pain of the tension device. Of course, the boy’s thrusting only ensures that more of his cock will be taken by the machine.

The cutter, pausing only a moment, tripped the device to deprive the boy of his newly developed manhood. The effect was instantaneous as the blade launched down it’s rails from left to right. The cockless fellow fell back into the waiting arms of the two guards and was dragged back to an exam chair to be tended by the nurse. I smelled a brief whiff of carbonized something before the air cleared. Of course, since this was due to happen to me next, I imagined every pain and every moment as it happened to my well endowed partner in emasculation.

The M&M removed the framework device with it’s burden from the Bar and poured it full of an oozing liquid before plunging it into a vat of liquid nitrogen. He waiting a few moments before retrieving it back out and then stepped over to a device we all could recognize as a jigsaw. He fed the framework device to the waiting blade and sawed the entire tube in half along it’s length. The blade passed easily through the hardened mold making material and the framework device. I realized, as the Model Maker carefully separated the two halves, that the jigsaw blade must have passed through the frozen erect cock of the young offender sobbing in the chair behind me.

The M&M picked out the halves of the boy’s cock with his fingers, dropping each on the floor, before carefully inspecting the reverse mold of the erect cock. He was evidently satisfied because he nodded to the guards and they picked up the sobbing cockless youngster and carried him off to be reunited with his family. The M&M set the two halves of the mold into a hardsided carry case until they could be used to make the castings that would be shipped to schools all over the country as those wonderful plastiflesh cocks.

As the other offender was taken away, my guards evidently decided that the time for my punishment had arrived. They pushed me forward toward the waiting Bar of the Law where the M&M was standing with my framework device in hand. The cutter had reset the blade, and I could smell the slight scent of hot metal as the cauterizing blade waited to chop my cock.

A moment later I was standing naked as the paper gown was ripped from my body. The cool air on my oiled penis immediately had the effect of causing my erection to start. The earlier injection served to ensure that it was the best erection I had experienced in a long time.

As the M&M fitted the framework device over my cock, he murmured to me that I should cooperate and allow him to do his job. Of course, I didn’t need any encouragement. I was resigned to my fate and I wanted to get done with it as quickly as possible. I wasn’t at all tempted to fight the inevitable, but I really wasn’t ready yet to accept that this was my last erection.

The framework device was snugly nestled into my patch of pubic hair. The constriction ring at the bottom served to make my cock even more erect as it squeezed my cock in it’s rubber grip. The framework device was actually quite heavy as it hung on my cock. Of course, with the drug the nurse had injected into the erection sinuses of my cock acting inside, and the oil warming the skin of my cock on the outside, I don’t think I could have willed my erection to subside.

I conceptually knew that the next step was to fit the tension device. I’m not sure if I had accepted that, or was at all prepared for it. The very thought of the barbed point I remembered from four years before caused me a great deal of apprehension. When I had last attended a punishment, my 14-year-old eyes had been amazed as the condemned cock had so easily admitted the barbed point within itself, only to refuse to allow it to exit. I remembered imagining then how the barbs would feel set in the flesh of my cockhead. I now realized that I would not wonder much longer as the M&M approached me with the little clear disk pierced by the barbed plastic shaft that so terrified the toughest man.

That barbed point was so small but seemed too large to be inserted into my cock. I could imagine it in my flesh, but my imagination was insufficient to reality. The M&M used his fingers to spread the lips of my cock, much as the nurse had done to insert the lubricated catheter earlier. He gently set the tip of the barb to rest on the moist flesh there before allowing the lips of my cock eye to relax around the tip of the barbed point. The M&M attached the disk and sealed it to the framework device.

The M&M didn’t even look up at me as he began pushing the barbed point into my erect cock. The shaft of the tension device was flexible enough to allow the point to follow the path of least resistance that in this case was my urethra. The barbed point easily pushed into my cock, the lips of my cockhead accepting the plastic barbs without any trouble and nearly without any discomfort. As it accepted the barbed shaft, my penis looked much like a snake must look eating a lizard, opening wide to consume the widest parts of the meal headfirst, and then closing tightly around the tail. The barbs disappeared into the interior of my cock until the faint blue line on the shaft was at the eye of my cock.

Pausing only a moment, the M&M began to draw the shaft back away from my body. Since the barbs were rear-facing, my cock would not allow their passage back along the path they had traveled. They set themselves into the inside of my glans, piercing the urethra. Of course, this is where the pain truly began, and I began to scream as the waves of agony washed over me. The continued tension as the M&M gently pulled caused my cock to stretch out to it’s full length.

From this point it was very quick. I found myself locked into the Bar of the Law awaiting the kiss of the blade. To my horror I found that I too was thrusting forward to relieve the horrible pain of the tension device. I dared not pull back since the barbs set even firmer with every slight twitch. I could not push forward either since the base of the framework device was firmly pressed into the hair of my pubic mound.

I don’t think I even noticed the cutter pressing the button on the Bar of the Law. I only realized that I was suddenly falling backward into a very noisy room. My crotch was burning and I could smell the unmistakable odor of burned skin and hair. I looked down and could see my balls without any penis obstructing my view of them. For some reason, I relaxed into the grip of my guards and allowed myself to be dragged to the examination chair.

The nurse worked to ensure the catheter was properly in place and that the cauterization was complete. She poked gently around the stub of my penis with her fingertip to satisfy herself that the bleeding was under control. The nurse then used a special tool inserted through the catheter to flare the inside of it and prevent it from pulling out until it dissolved on it’s own in a week or so.

I watched in a daze as the M&M fill the framework device with the modeling gel, plunged it into the nitrogen bath. My attention peaked a bit when the M&M started to saw my cock in half on the jigsaw. Then came that awful moment when he peeled the halves of my thawing cock out of the mold and discarded them on the floor to thaw while he inspected the detail of the impression left there.

He must have been satisfied because at his nod the guards picked me up and carried me into the back of the civic center to be met by my family waiting there.

A year after my punishment, I find myself daydreaming of the days when I had my cock and was able to stimulate it to orgasm. The desire has not lessened since my balls still hang between my legs. I presume they still make their sperm, and I know that they are still making the testosterone that keeps me lean and muscular. I’m trying to grow a mustache to appear more masculine, but I have accepted that no girl will ever accept me as a mate without my cock.

I never heard again of my fellow condemned. I understand from my family that his family was quite brutal when they collected him after his punishment. For the most part, people around here seem to have forgotten that day that I was on the stage with my cock stretched before the blade in the Bar of the Law. The principle of this school is one exception to that, and I do my best to stay away from her now. She still seems to take great pleasure in her knowledge that she caused me to lose my manhood because she wanted to have it for herself. Her jealousy caused me to lose everything important to an 18 year old. I hate her for that, but I have to get back to work, and I have no choice in that either.