A Judicial Emasculation
Original story by Paul Lawrence
A description of a judicial emasculation inspired by Nathan's story 'the Chair'.
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Shane awoke with a really strong but painful erection because, since he had been convicted of rape, he had had a small stainless steel ring inserted into the end of his foreskin which, while still allowing him to urinate, caused him considerable pain if he developed an erection, and made it impossible for him to have sex, or masturbate.
Of course he would have very much liked to have masturbated, and even more he would have liked to bugger some cute teenage boy, but unfortunately for Shane, this was the day he was to be judicially castrated.
Shane was a young nineteen year old, who had been convicted of raping two twelve year old boys, (Shane had found the two boys in le at his local leisure centre swimming pool, and had brutally raped the naked young lads, at knife-point), and it was not his first offence with boys.
Because of the public panic about paedophilia, the law had been drastically changed, and the penalty for the rape of children under the age of sixteen years was now death, by lethal injection, or castration.
Given the choice, Shane, not surprisingly, had chosen castration, and the morning for the execution of his sentence had now come.
The door of the cell noisily opened, and three prison officers entered.
“Get up son, and let's get this done !”, the senior officer said gruffly.
Shane, who had now completely lost his erection, pulled back the rough blanket, to reveal that he was sleeping naked.
He had a beautifully well muscled, lean physique, with little body hair apart from a thick tangle of black pubic hair at his groin, and tufts of hair in his armpits, and he was sexually very well endowed.
One of the prison officers tossed a nylon, orange jumpsuit onto the untidy bunk.
“Get this on quick, boy !”, he ordered, and the prisoners stood back and idly watched as the muscular young man struggled to put on the one-piece suit.
Once the jumpsuit was zipped up at the front, one of the prison officers quickly snapped handcuffs onto Shane's wrists, and the group of four left the cell, and proceeded down the pale green painted corridor to the punishment chamber.
The punishment chamber was about five meters square, with a white ceiling, pale green walls, and a dark grey, non-slip, rubber tiled floor.
In the centre of the chamber was a complex frame, made of tubular, stainless steel.
Built into the right hand wall was a shelf on which lay a laptop computer, and some electrical equipment, which was already plugged into a number of power sockets in the wall. On the left hand wall was a wash basin and a shower head. The rubber floor of the chamber was very gently sloped three ways, toward the centre, where there was a small steel drain, to facilitate cleaning.
There were also four tubular steel stools, with imitation black leather padded seats, for the senior prison officers, doctor and technicians to sit on while the sentence was carried out.
On the wall opposite the door were dark grey curtains, hanging from floor to ceiling, which covered a large observation window.
Behind the soundproof window, unknown to Shane, was another room, with cinema style seats in rows which, at that very moment, were filling with official witnesses who were required to attend and watch the sentence being carried out. Among the witnesses were the parents, and some other relatives of the two boys who had been raped.
Shane and the prison officers entered the punishment chamber.
A technician and a doctor were already present, and the technician was busy carefully unpacking some items of equipment.
Shane was already shaking with fear, and looking nervously at the tubular steel frame and the technician's electrical equipment.
Shane had presumed that he would be having a surgical operation, with an anaesthetic, probably at a local hospital, so he was obviously surprised and worried to see the small room with its strange metal frame and the technician with his electrical equipment – but this was a new method of castration which was being introduced, and Shane was the first to suffer this new system, which was designed to radically increase the deterrent factor.
The government had asked for a new, and more deterrent form of castration, to replace the surgical operation, which consisted of removing the offender's testicles (orchidectomy), under local anaesthetic.
The scientists offered a number of methods of emasculating offenders, and the government chose a technique which involved the use of electricity.
Essentially the offender's genitals, (no only his testicles but also his penis) would be burnt off with an electrical current, which would eventually rise to a maximum of 100 amps and 400 volts.
The newly devised system had been tested on animals with genitals of a similar size to that of human males, and had been proved to be highly effective.
Initially it had been intended to televise such punishments in order to increase the deterrent effect, but when it was realised that to complete the procedure the offender's penis would be required to become fully erect, it was decided, in deference to public morals, to restrict the viewing of the punishment to a group of selected officials, representatives of the media and those victims and members of their families who wished to attend, (of course cameras mobiles phones or any other means of capturing sound or images were not permitted to be brought into the viewing room).
Shane did not realise it, of course, but he was the first condemned prisoner to be castrated by this newly developed method.
“What's goin' on ?”, he asked the senior prison officer, his voice high-pitched and wavering. “What's all this stuff here ?”, he continued, nodding towards the technician and the steel frame.
“This is to be used to carry out the sentence.”, the senior officer replied, gently, intending to calm his prisoner. Shane shook his head, not really comprehending what was about to happen.
The senior officer then turned to the other officers.
“Ok ! Take off his jumpsuit !”, he said curtly.
Shane starred wide eyed at the prison officers, too shocked to say anything, as they unzipped his nylon orange jumpsuit. It was then pulled off his shoulders, down his body, and he was made to step out of the wide bottoms, leaving him wearing only a pair of white socks and his white trainers.
“Ok, strap him up !”, the senior officer ordered, and the other officers grabbed hold of Shane and dragged him over to the steel frame that was set into the rubber floor of the chamber.
With no idea of the fate that was awaiting him, Shane reluctantly allowed himself to be strapped into the steel frame although, as his legs were spread wide, and his arms and legs were strapped into the black rubber restraints, he became more and more agitated.
His legs ended up spread wide, and raised up, like and inverted W, with his crotch fully exposed, and his bulky genitals hanging down in front of his hairy perineum. Meanwhile, his arms were strapped at the wrists and biceps to the metal frame.
In effect he was squatting, with his legs raise and spread, but he was suspended about a meter above the floor.
“This is something to relax you and make you more comfortable.” the doctor told Shane, as he gave the naked boy an injection of tranquillizer, (diazapam), made him sniff some alkyl nitrite, and got him to swallow some tablets of Viagra. This, of course, was all done to facilitate a subsequent erection which was necessary for making certain electrical connections.
While the doctor checked Shane's blood-pressure and respiration, the technician lifted a sizeable electrical device off the shelf and placed it on the floor, underneath where Shane was suspended. He then used four bolts to secure the contraption into four holes in the floor. At this point he had a rubber ball-gag inserted into Shane's mouth, in order to stop him speaking or crying out, as this may have distracted the technician, who had to carry out quite a complicated procedure before the process of emasculation could begin.
The technician then took a short thick steel tube, with a large, smooth knob at one end from a black leather pouch. He then slotted the tube into a flexible socket on the top of the electrical device.
He then plugged one end of a lead into a socket in the device, and plugged the other end of the lead into a concealed socked in the floor.
While all this was going on, Shane was looking down, shaking his head, and looking very nervous.
The technician then put on a pair of semi-transparent latex gloves.
He then took a hinged metal ring, opened it, and then snapped it closed round the hairy root of Shane's genitals.
Shane instantly winced, and it was obvious that he was beginning to panic, as he realised that the moment of his emasculation was obviously drawing near.
The technician then pressed a button on the machine bolted to the floor, and there was a low hum. Moments later the thick steel tube, which was telescopic, started to rise up.
Shane couldn't see what was happening, but he could guess that the metal rod that he knew had been attached to the mechanism below him was almost certainly rising up, and that eventually it would penetrate him.
At this point the senior officer loosened the gag and removed it from Shane's mouth, (this being the first use of this new technique, it had been decided to report the offender's reactions to the process – so the concealed video cameras – recording Shane's reactions from 6 angles, and the microphones – had all been switched on.)
“What the fuck's goin' on ?” Shane spluttered to the officer and the technician.
“It's necessary to stimulate you to obtain an erection so that we can insert a terminal into your penis. The metal rod will enter your rectum in a few moments – but it won't hurt if you relax – then you should become erect, and the terminal will be inserted into your urethra.”, the technician replied dryly.
“Oh shit ! No ! - Not up my bum-hole!”, Shane groaned, as he pulled at the metal frame in an attempt to raise himself up to escape being anally penetrated.
It was necessary for one of the prison officers to push Shane forward so that the large knob on the end of the extending rod would make contact with his hairy, twitching anus, but once that had been done the knob continued inexorably rising, and started to push against Shane's pink, puckered hole.
“Oh shit ! - No !”, Shane grunted, as he felt the knob push up against him.
“Shit ! No !”, he finally screamed, as his anal muscle gave way, and his hole spread as the knob disappeared inside him.
“Shit ! It's goin' up me!” Shane grunted to those in the room. The prison officers were grinning, while the doctor was just watching dispassionately as he sat on his stool.
Meanwhile, the technician was busying himself with his equipment.
While he waited for the metal rod which was slowly pushing into Shane's rectum to have its inevitable effect, the technician attached another very thin lead to a socket on the machine on the floor, while he attached the other end to the metal ring that was clamped round the base of Shane's genitals. The technician then used a small wire-cutter to cut through the 'penis-ring', and removed the small steel ring from Shane's foreskin.
Shane was watching this very carefully when he noticed that his penis was starting to swell and stiffen.
“Oh fuck ! I'm getting' a fuckin' hard-on !”, he moaned, as his penis continued to stiffen.
“That's excellent !”, the technician said brightly. “It'll soon be ready for the terminal to be inserted !”
“No ! Please !”, Shane mumbled, as he watched his penis begin to jerk itself upward.
The technician then switched off the motor that was extending the metal rod, as Shane's thick, wobbling penis was now poking out horizontally from his bush of pubic hair, and was quite firm enough for the terminal to be inserted.
“ Now this will hurt !”, the technician told Shane, “But if you try not to struggle, I should be able to insert the terminal quickly, and with the minimum discomfort to you”.
“Oh fuck ! - Do it quick !”, Shane moaned, realising that there was nothing he could do to stop the methodical technician from going on with his appalling work.
The technician then went over to the shelf where he kept his equipment, and took out a small leather case, from which he extracted a thin, hollow metal tube.
“Shit ! You're not puttin' that up my fuckin' cock !”, Shane cried, when he saw the metal tube.
“Just try to relax, son, and it will go in without any trouble.”, the technician replied, calmly, as he took hold of Shane's erect penis in his latex gloved hand.
“Oh no !”, Shane snivelled, as he tried uselessly to pull his hips back.
The technician pulled back Shane's foreskin, exposing the naked boy's dark, shiny glans, and the opening to the Shane's urethra.
He then carefully inserted the hollow metal tube into Shane's urethra.
“Fuck it ! That fuckin' hurts !”, Shane grunted, as he watched the tube disappear into his stiff penis.
He was horrified to see how deeply it was inserted, and he could feel the cold, hard metal deep inside his throbbing member.
On one side of the end of the tube which was protruding from Shane's glans was a small electrical socket, and once the technician was satisfied that the tube was securely in place, he attached a very thin lead to the tiny socket, and attached the other end of the lead to a socket in the machine bolted to the floor directly beneath where Shane was hanging. In this way Shane's penis was wired up to the electrical supply, and the base of his penis and his scrotum were also connected.
Finally the technician took another more substantial lead and connected it to the machine. The other end of the lead has a wide, toothed clip attached to it, which the technician then applied to Shane's shaved scrotum. Shane winced and grunted as the wire was attached.
“So what happens now ?” Shane asked nervously. “Do you just turn on the power to numb my 'bits' and then cut my balls off ?”.
It was obvious from his stupid question that Shane had not understood what was happening to him.
He seemed to think that all the wires and the steel rod were designed to give him a relatively painless castration, when in fact they were designed to literally 'fry' his genitals.
“You'll see in a minute, son.” the senior officer said curtly, as he spoke on the phone to confirm that the sentence should be carried out.
He then gestured to one of the officers to flick the switch that would open the curtains.
There was a low hum, and slowly the dark grey curtains opened, and Shane could see the witnesses, seated in rows in front of him, behind the soundproof, bullet proof glass.
He could not hear them, but the microphones in the 'punishment chamber' were picking up everything that occurred, and broadcasting it, in stereo, to the 'witness room'.
“Fuck no ! - I didn't know they would be watching !”, Shane groaned, red faced at the embarrassment of having so many people seeing him stark naked, with a semi erect penis and a steel rod inserted in his anus.
There was also a reaction on the other side of the glass. Eyebrows were raise and many of the witnesses moved uncomfortably in their seats.
They knew that they were there to witness a young offender being judicially castrated, but they were not prepared for the stark reality of the situation – after all the boy was strung out on a metal frame, stark naked, with a metal rod inserted into his anus, and he had an erection !
And the sight of Shane's erect penis, which was twitching menacingly as it jutted out horizontally from his thick clump of curly, dark pubic hair, was probably particularly disturbing to the relatives of the boys whom Shane had raped, as the could probably imagine Shane's huge, stiff member penetrating his young victims.
The senior officer then took a paper from his inside pocket, stood in front of Shane, who was naked, with his legs spread wide and high and sporting a semi-erection, and read out the sentence.
“Shane Edwards – you have been found guilty of two act of gross indecency and rape against under-age males. From the two possible sentences of death by lethal injection and castration you have elected, of your own free will to be castrated. Sentence will now be carried out. Do you have anything to say ?”.
The senior officer stood to one side, and everyone looked at Shane. He was almost crying at this point and started to blubber.
“I couldn't help it ! I'm sorry ! Please don't do this to me ! Please !”, and with that he just looked down at his 'privates' and snivelled quietly.
“Sentence will be carried out !”, the senior officer said sharply, and he went over to his stool and sat down, looking a little uncertain as this was the first time that this kind of sentence had been undertaken.
The technician, standing at the other side of the room, next to the shelf on which the control module stood, looked quietly confident. The laptop computer, which would run the program which would control the whole process was connected to the machine on the floor by another lead, and all the technician had to do was click on his 'mouse', and the automatic program would start. There was, however, an override, so depending on how things turned out, the program could be slowed down, speeded up, or even advanced or taken back to a previous stage.
Shane was by now shaking in anticipation of what was about to happen. Whether or not he had realised that his 'privates' were going to be 'fried' it was impossible to tell, but he would soon find out.
“Please don't do this to me ! Not to my balls !”, Shane mumbled to the technician as the moment came to start the program. The technician, however, obviously ignored Shane and, fiddling with the mouse of the laptop, clicked on an icon on the screen, and the first stage of the punishment began.
This was the 'anal phase' designed to give the offender maximum stimulation so that he would strongly and continuously ejaculate, and his semen would form the electrical conduit for the various contacts on his genitals.
The rod which had been inserted into Shane's anus started, very slowly, to move up and down, mechanically raping Shane.
“Wo ! What the fuck !”, Shane grunted as he felt the rod starting to move inside him. His belly muscles and his thighs tensed as he realised that not only was the rod moving up and down, but with each thrust it was forcing itself deeper inside him.
After having been given the alkyl nitrite and Viagra, and now having his rectum stimulated by the thick metal rod, Shane's erection became much stronger, and soon his penis was standing almost vertically, and twitching with each thrust of the metal rod.
"Shit ! My cock ! I'm so fuckin' hard "", Shane exclaimed, as he looked down and saw his massively erect penis twitching and straining upward.
His foreskin had already been pulled back when the hollow rod had been inserted into his urethra, and now his dark, shiny glans expanded and swelled with the stimulation that he was receiving.
“Oh fuck !”, Shane moaned repeatedly, unable to prevent himself responding the vigorous, yet obviously mechanical thrusts of the machine.
By now the large smooth knob on the end of the metal rod had reached Shane's prostate, and was massaging it with each thrust. Automatically the sensors in the knob had registered contact with the boy's prostate, and the program had now started to increase the speed of the thrusts.
A few minutes later the computer program switched on the current to the metal band round the root of Shane's genitals and the metal knob deep in his rectum.
At first the intensity of the current was very low, and Shane could only feel a not unpleasant tingling in his rectum and prostate.
Soon, however, as the thrusting increased in speed, and the current slowly increased in intensity, the effect on Shane became obvious, even to those on the other side of the window who were observing his punishment
Shane started squirming on the metal frame, and his face started grimacing as he was viciously raped by the fiendish contraption attached to his genitals and anus.
“Fuck ! It's gonna make me cum !”, Shane groaned, as he looked down at his hugely engorged penis, which was now jerking up repeatedly in time to the thrusts of the metal rod.
He was now dribbling a stream of clear 'lubricant' from the open end of the hollow tube that was impaling his erect penis, and the clear, viscous liquid was flowing down the heavily veined shaft of his waving penis and then dribbling onto his bulging scrotum.
The technician was watching Shane carefully, and when he saw that the naked, squirming boy was approaching his orgasm he clicked on another section of the laptop screen, to advance the progress of the program.
Now the program switched on the circuit to the clamp on Shane's scrotum, and started to increase the intensity of the current to all the activated contacts.
Shane instantly felt the surge of current in his rectum and scrotum, and the muscles of his large thighs, and his biceps and shoulders began to flex as he writhed on the metal frame.
“Shit ! I'm gonna fuckin' cum !”, he moaned as his penis became horribly engorged,with all its veins standing out in stark relief.
At that moment the program switched on the current to the hollow tube in Shane's penis, and the boy's penis suddenly jerked up even more, as it swelled and twitched in time to the thrusting in his rectum.
All the physical and electrical stimulation to his genitals and rectum was obviously too much for the poor, writhing boy.
“Fuck ! I'm cummin' !” Shane shouted out, as his whole body jerked upward, and the first jet of semen shot out of the end of the metal tube in his penis.
At that moment the technician clicked on another icon on the laptop screen, and the current to all the contacts on Shane's body started to build up very rapidly.
Shane's whole body jerked up and his bulky testicles could be seen to start moving in his scrotum. At the same time more semen was being pumped out of the tube in Shane's penis, in a seeming endless stream, brought on by the intense electrical stimulation of his prostate and penis.
“Shit ! I can't stop spunking !”, Shane moaned, disbelievingly as, wide eyed and horrified, he stared round the punishment chamber at the officers, the doctor and the technician.
By then Shane's testicles were visibly jiggling up and down in his scrotum as the current stimulated the scrotal muscles, and his penis was slapping rhythmically against his tensed, sweaty belly, as the current coursed through the huge, erect, spurting member.
"Stop it ! Please ! I can't fuckin' take it !", Shane squealed, as he jerked uncontrollably on the metal frame.
The metal rod in Shane's rectum as now slamming up and down like a 'jack-hammer', literally pulverising his prostate, and this was the first of the electrical contacts to start heating up. With each stroke of the rod Shane's body jerked, causing his erect, spurting penis to slap up against his belly, and his scrotum to flop obscenely, and whenever he spoke his words came out in broken syllables as he was yanked up and down by the thrusting of the metal rod.
Of course Shane didn't even realize that he had a prostate gland, and so he didn't know that it was responsible for producing the whitish liquid that formed about 30 percent of the volume of his semen. Also he didn't know that stimulation of his prostate could produce an orgasm and ejaculation, and that is what was happening to him as his prostate was being pounded by the metal rod.
“Fuck !”, My – guts !”, Shane moaned in staccato bursts. “My-fuck-in'-guts-is-burning up ! Help me !”, he continued to grunt, as the knob on the end of the thrusting rod started to rapidly heat up inside his rectum.
By now the contents of his scrotum were also rising in temperature, and his scrotal sack was beginning to swell.
“Shit-my-boll-ucks !”,Shane then grunted !”, as he jerked up and down on the metal frame.
Amazingly, Shane was still ejaculating, and by now his semen was getting very hot, and Shane could feel it as it splashed onto his already glistening belly.
At this point the computer program went into high gear, and the current being fed into Shane's body rose to almost its full capacity.
“Oh - cunt - my - prick - an' my - balls !” Shane grunted out in high pitched syllables as he seemed to suddenly take an electrical kick to his groin.
Now it was possible for the witnesses to actually see Shane's testicles dancing around in his horribly swollen scrotal sack, as the electrical surge started to fry them. At the same time his already engorged and erect penis began to swell enormously.
“Shit ! My – cock's – gonna – burst !“, Shane squealed, looking down at his huge, bulging member, which continued to squirt out steaming gobs of bloodied semen..
He was wrong about his penis, though, as it was his scrotum that exploded first.
But before it exploded, it swelled up enormously as all the fluids inside the straining, taught sack of skin started to boil away.
“My – fuck – in' – boll -ocks - are - burn – in' !”, Shane screamed in a series of jerked, disconnected syllables.
Then it happened – and his broiling scrotum split open, and his red bubbling balls started to ooze out, filling the punishment chamber with the awful smell of burning flesh and boiling semen, as his ejaculation started to turn to steam
Shane looks down, wide eyed, and with an expression of horror on his face, as his spurting semen bubbled as his testicles begin to cook.
“My - ball - bag's - burst !”, he grunted out, looking straight at he witnesses, who are staring back at him, trying not to show any emotion.
Then, as his ejaculation came to a sudden halt as all his remaining sperm and semen boiled away, Shane suddenly jerked against his restraints as his penis crackled and then split open, from just below his glans, right down to his hairy perineum, like an overcooked sausage.
“Cunt ! My – cock !”, Shane squealed, as he looked down at his dark, sizzling smoking member just in time to see his swollen, blackened glans explode. The huge head of Shane's penis just disintegrated in a flash of sparks, splattering itself in little dark red, bloody pieces all over the naked boy's heaving belly.
At that moment Shane's testicles, which were now frying and crackling in his mangled, blackened scrotum, burned up, and what was left of them, along with the black charred skin of the scrotal sack, dropped away, from his smoking groin, and landed in crumbling pieces on the rubber floor.
By now the heat from the electrical current was so great that Shane's pubic hair ignited, going up in little puffs of smoke and bright sparks, which burned down each hair, right to the skin. Quickly the burning spread, all the way down to the ring of hair round his penetrated anus, and finally running up the strip of hair that reached from his groin to his navel.
Shane, by now was hysterically jerking against his restraints.
“Fuck ! I'm on fire !”, he squealed, as the last of his pubic hair disappeared in tiny flashes of flame and puffs of smoke.
Almost all the current was now concentrated on Shane's rectum, and what was left of his penis.
Slowly Shane's once huge penis fried, turned black and charred, and then, as it continued to jerk spasmodically, it started to slowly fall away from Shane's scorched, hairless crotch, taking with it the metal tube, which was still crackling with electricity, and the metal ring which had been attached to the root of his now ruined genitals.
"Shit - my - cock's - fallen - off !", the poor boy grunted, as he stared down, horrified, as he watched his penis drop away from his smoking crotch.
When what was left of Shane's massively erect penis landed on the rubber flooring, it almost immediately disintegrated into pieces of scorched and charred flesh, so there was almost nothing left of Shane's once very substantial sexual endowment.
There was still, however, the metal rod thrusting away in Shane's rectum.
The bulbous head of the metal rod, buried deep in Shane's rectum, was now red hot and had completely fried Shane's prostate, and so Shane, now completely emasculated, with no penis and no testicles, continued to jerk up and down on the metal frame as he continued to be mercilessly and mechanically raped.
Now a eunuch, Shane's limp body simply grunted "Fuck!", with each thrust, and one knew that he would just hang there, jerking up and down, for as long as the machine was left running, and continued to thrust into him.
The naked boy's eyes were closed, and his head was flopped forward onto his chest.
He was not unconscious, however, but now that he was completely castrated all the fight had gone out of him.
The senior prison officer picked up the phone to speak to the governor.
"Prisoner number 00428470, 'Edwards - Shane' has had his sentence carried out successfully, and the prisoner has been judicially fully castrated." he said, laconically.
He then put the phone down, and indicated to his subordinate to press the button that would close the curtains.
As the curtains slowly closed, the last view that the witness had was of a sweaty, naked boy, with a blackened, charred crotch, which bore no pubic hair or sexual organs, rhythmically and limply jerking up and down, as he was mechanically buggered – seemingly forever.
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