Castration is love

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This is not a ‘discuss-my-castration’ needs site

This blog’s sole purpose is to use fantasy to sexually arouse those that have a masochistic castration fetish. Discussions of real-world eunuchism are not welcome. Please go to the forum of the Eunuch Archive, that site is largely run by real-world eunuchs, and hash shit over there.

How to contribute images anonymously

Please use imgur.com. Images posted there are held privately by default. Once you have posted your image to imgur.com then you can use the URL from there to put in a comment to this blog. I have my own quirky criteria for what I post so there’s no guarantee that your contribution will be officially posted on this blog.

Subtle emanations

Subtle emanations from the mathematical spirit world govern our lives.

Ha ha, just kidding. Pi ( π )is evil!

The Wisdom of the Eunuchs

An ancient mystical treatise recently rediscovered after being lost for many millennia.

“Concurrent website limit exceeded”

I’ve been receiving emails from my website host, Vice Temple, every day for a week with this message. Usually the number of connections that have been refused is low but sometimes it’s as many as 100-200. These reports each cover 12-hour periods. I’ve received a few of these in the past but very sporadically.

My current limit is 20 and I’m considering upgrading my service to 40 concurrent connections. But since this is a strictly free, hobbyist blog I’m not sure it’s worth it. If someone can’t connect then they can just try again later.

Is anyone experiencing site unavailability.

DO NOT LEAVE CONTACT INFO IN THE COMMENTS

I will delete all comments containing contact info.

Comment of the day

“Because you are an eunuch asshole son of a bitch stealing others ideas…wish u death son of abitch”

I’m kind of losing my incentive to continue this blog with this kind of treatment. – Admin

Oh, and the big ‘idea’ I stole was a link to a surgical orchiectomy video. I found it in a comment and thought I’d share it with everyone. I don’t make any money or gain any fame from this blog. I post to share, that’s all. – Admin

I had to block another commenter yesterday because he kept calling me ‘loser’, ‘asshole’ and ‘freak’. These are people that thought they could bully me into posting a lot of animal castration videos. It makes me realize that although this blog is intended to be purely masochistic I have inadvertently also attracted a lot of sadists. It’s unavoidable. And it undermines my desire to continue. – Admin

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Month: April 2020

Shpanktank – Melville’s Attitude Adjustment

Here’s the original. The artist’s caption: “Dr. Farrah gives an unruly slave a much needed attitude Adjustment.” Here’s the artist’s description of his character, Dr. Farrah: “She’s an evil surgeon who specializes in breast implants, castration, and gender reassignment surgery, her bedside manor is poor and she is very fond of her 9 inch functional augmentation.”

Here’s a prequel to the above:

Here’s the artist’s caption: “Truer words have never been spoken, but at the price of his testicles.” He also adds in the comments that the castratix “has added a new pair of funberries to a jar in her trophy room.”

And here are two more images that reference castration:

Farm Castratrix fantasy

This was my 3rd and final castration commission with Sorenutz. It took a long time and was a real hassle. The problem was due to all the details and that Sorenutz can be very temperamental. There are still a few details I would like fixed in the 3rd panel but Sorenutz refused to do them because he’d grown tired of working on it.

Anyway, this little mini-story is basically an illustration of the first castration fantasy I wrote in 1998 called, “Too Good To Be True”. I have since revised it and re-titled it as, “Castration Farm”, and can be read in my eBook, “Thirty-Five Castration Fantasies”.

Castratrix Office (redux)

This was my 2nd commission with Sorenutz. The original version was a lot more expensive than I expected since it was basically only 2 images. The problem was that I rushed into the final version before I’d gotten all the details straight. Making changes to the finished version was pricey. Most of the changes had to do with the medical tools and such on the side table.

Changes for the redux version were to add 24 trophy plaques to the wall and to change the upholstered stool to be black leather and chrome.

Alternate 7th panel of Amazon Vet story

Found this online. I believe the effect is called irising.

Amazon Vet castration fantasy

My first commission with Sorenutz. I’ll have to add up the dollar amount some day. Please note: the difference in body size is due to the Amazon/Giantess fantasy element. All characters are adults.

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Month: May 2020

Leon Kew

This guy is just so talented. So creative, so witty, so hot. He’s had some real bad luck with censorship and so I don’t think he’s actively creating and posting anymore, which is a real shame.

Here are the only two castration images he’s ever done:

Victorian sissy discipline

I discovered the following image and caption on tumblr a few years ago. Unfortunately, the size of the image was so small that the caption was nearly unreadable. And I was very excited that the caption might have been an excerpt from some longer story so I bought the eBook the image was taken from. Although there is some passing mention of castration in this eBook it has nothing to do with the given caption which must have been made up by some random tumblr user.

Happily, I was able to use a larger image taken from the eBook and to produce what is given below.

And fans of petticoat discipline might enjoy the story in the eBook. It is only one in a series. Originally published in French but translated by a noted online petticoat discipline devotee, Carole Jean.

Classic color artworks

Classic color artworks

Classic color animated GIF

Abelard – Die Entmannung (Abelard – The Emasculation) (1977) – West German film

Here’s the imdb page for it. Here’s the imdb summary for it: “Two women jilted by their veterinary-assistant lover take excruciating revenge.”

Found the German Wikipedia entry for it. See below. Here’s a poster for it:

The story is about the Munich veterinarian Dr. Georg Rauh and his erotic-amorous relationships with women. None of them suspects that she is just one of many in Rauh’s life. When two of the deeply disappointed lovers of injured vanity and injured pride band together against the faithless lover, there is a bloody act of revenge.

Back in Munich, Simone prepares a report about the university veterinary clinic and gets to know Georg Rauh during the research. Contrary to expectations, the smart veterinarian can meet her high demands on men, and that’s why she introduces him to Andrea. On a joint excursion of the three, the girls subject Georg to a “quality check” and ask him a wealth of questions as part of an apparently harmless, fun cross-examination. Georg passes this test with flying colors, he answers all of her questions casually. Simone then instinctively decides for him and becomes Georg’s new friend. However, since Simone and Andrea have always appeared as Siamese twins, Andrea will soon also be in the game and, not even with bad intentions, gradually pushes between the two. After all, she also ends up in Georg’s arms without breaking the two girls. Although not happy about it, after a bit of grumbling Simone is still ready to accept this intervention, because her friendship with Andrea means everything to her.

But Georg is different from the (ideal) picture that Andrea and Simone projected onto him. So far, women meant something uncomplicated for him, a nice pastime, nothing terribly serious. The exaggeration that Andrea and Simone use in their partner selection is completely foreign to him. And so it happens that Georg knows the actress Nana and the two ultimately come together and become a couple. On a love trip across Ireland Georg and Nana spend carefree days in a gypsy car. Both feel that more can and will grow out of this affair. At home in Munich, Andrea and Simone find out about the new competition and are, primarily because of the feeling of deep, personal insult, overwhelmed with anger. They see nothing more than a disgraceful betrayal of their ideals and feelings in Georg’s behavior, thereby damaging their excessive ego and self-love. From the feeling of powerless anger, both mutually exacerbate themselves in a bloody revenge fantasy.

When Georg returns from Ireland, they confront him in the veterinary clinic’s operating room. The girls remind of Abelard and his story of suffering. What was it called once? “… and they cut off my body from the limb with which I had committed something that was not right for them!” Practically, surgical equipment and anesthetics are at the same time ready. They emasculate the faithless lover with a scalpel. When Simone and Andrea have to answer for their crime in court, they defend their bloody deed with quotes from Abelard’s letters. With a mendacious and infamous appeal to Nana’s nobility and decency, they can also persuade them not to leave their castrated friend and partner.

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“Castration World” by ADMIN

The whole world’s gone castration crazy!

Castration had become so openly accepted, so prevalent and commonplace that the power dynamics between the sexes was greatly reversed.

Due to clothing and behavioral differences, the difference between an intact male and a castrated one was glaringly obvious, making an intact male feel exposed and vulnerable, an object of pursuit by predatory females, each wishing to be the one that would get to castrate him.

All women were suspect. Femme fatales, mousy girls, motherly older ones. You could never be sure if a female was being nice to you because they really felt friendly or because they had an ulterior motive.

Inexpensive DIY castration kits became available in department stores, drugstores and supermarkets. Many tattoo and piercing parlors also offered castration services. Many strip clubs, night clubs and singles bars offered a quickie-castration room in the back.

Many one-night-stand dates often ended with a trusting male losing his testicles to a cunning young lady.

Simple, routine medical and dental appointments ofen ended with the patient being castrated.

While most males were shy and apprehensive some men loved the attention and flaunted their intact status and teased predatory women with the possibility of their submitting to ‘the snip’. These were called ‘Super Studs’. They also loved to play hard-to-get. They really made the women work hard to get what they wanted. A woman was always proudest when she had managed to bag a trophy from a prominent Super Stud.

Women used many cunning tricks.

Female-led governments institute systematic castrations as a form of ‘social hygiene’.

Castration themed jewelry and accessories became popular. Many women flaunted scrotum change purses. ‘Trophy’ necklaces showing one faux testicle per male castrated by the wearer were popular.

Special clinic/dungeon clubs for castration fetishists and their female partners sprang up. “C’mon, honey, let me take you to the club.”

Sex workers and brothels add castration as a standard service.

Tacky (from intact) and Keeper became slang for the intact.

Bachelorette parties hire intact male strippers that they can castrate at the end of the evening.

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Новое в блогах

Основы кастрации для феминисток. или заметки из истории кастрации.

Есть многое на свете, друг Горацио, что требует расстрела иль кастрации ©

Призрак бродит по Европе, призрак феминизма….(Манифест К. Маркс. )

Отнеситесь с юмором.

Чем больше статьей и комментарии я читаю на ГП, тем больше я встречаюсь с таким словом как «кастрация»…и в основном, оно произносится (пишется) женщинами…. Конечно, им легко жонглировать и бросаться этим словом, потому как кастрация им не грозит…. Но в частом употреблении этого слова есть и другой смысл. Только между нами… Они обеспечивают привыкание к этому слову мужчин, по заданию всемирного феминистического тайного (пока) правительства. Но, по сути, и не знают они, что это значит… так вот дорогие женщины, объясняю – кастрация это хуже родов…. Так что проявите милосердие и не бросайтесь этим, словом направо и налево….

Задумываясь над этим словом, я начал искать информацию в литературе и на просторах интернета, и скажу что информации не очень много, не только в рунете, а вообще….может мне не повезло. Итак, по крупинке, у меня собрался некоторый материал по этой теме,… который не претендует на научный труд, но кто знает, может, напишу полноценный научный трактат по теме кастрации, так как уважаемые мужчины, скажу вам по секрету, что с учетом роста феминизма, и феминизации всея и всего,… а так же массовой голубизации….я, как будущий автор первого научного трактата в этой области, надеюсь, буду приглашен работать в феминистическом правительстве, … а именно в «Министерстве по делам Кастрации», на небольшую должность консультанта….а что оно появится (министерство) у меня сомнений нет….учитывая нашу мужскую безынициативность в социальной жизни по предотвращению этого катаклизма….потому как, мы мужчины, «пока не грянет, не перекрестимся»…. и прошу вашего участия в дополнение материала, так как я буду в этом министерстве что – то наподобие Штирлица совместно с Валленбергом (два в одном) и спасу, что смогу спасти от тоталитарного женского произвола,… а так же буду активным членом мужского подполья пока не истребим эту заразу…. или не найдем других достойных женщин в нашей галактике (возможно на Марсе или скорее всего на Венере), потому как земные женщины испорчены окончательно вирусом феминизма ….Женщины задумайтесь. ………………………………….(шютка)…

Итак, по порядку….

Кастрацией, люди занимались издревле. Кастрация, сказало свое слово в развитие медицины, так как считается, что кастрация была одной из первых хирургических операций, и первой, при которой использовалась анестезия.

Основные причины кастрации.

Как странно устроила нас природа,… казалось бы, гениталии и есть гениталии и говорить не хочется на эту тему….почти неприлично….а нет…. у мужчин с этим местом связано напрямую их мужественность, и как следствие все основные качества, которые делают мужчину, мужчиной и позиционирует его в идеале, как противоположность первоначальной женской сущности…

Причин кастрации много. Поэтому в процессе эволюции, воздействуя на мужские гениталии, эту маленькую анатомическую деталь, неприличную для упоминания в светских беседах, человечество научилось превращать покорителей и преобразователей окружающего мира, то есть мужчин, в свою противоположность, или усмирять их амбиции….

Завоеватели кастрировали завоеванных, что бы в отсутствии суточной дозы тестостерона агрессивные тенденции покоренных исчезли. Кастрация несла в себе не только физическую составляющую через боль, но имела и психологическое воздействие. Особенно среди американских индейцев, эта форма наказания была доведена до степени крайнего унижения, где женщины из победившего племени были те, кто занимались непосредственно ампутацией мужественности побежденных.

Члены некоторых христианских сект применяли кастрацию. Это делалось в целях преодоления сексуальных искушений, и, следовательно, гарантированного вхождения в рай. Удаление яичек вместе с пенисом называется оскоплением (кастрацией). В России XIX—XX веке существовали религиозные секты (скопцы), участие в которых предполагало проведение операции кастрации. Эти секты были запрещены как в царской России, так и в СССР.

Оставим, однако, искусство, и вернемся к истории. И как нам рассказывает история, мстительный муж мог в суде потребовать кастрацию любовника жены. Красивых молодых, но бедных римлян, а так же римских рабов, против их воли, подвергали не полной кастрации, что бы потом быть использованными римскими богатыми матронами в качестве сексуальных игрушек, что позволяло им заниматься сексом, не опасаясь нежелательных последствий. Такая видать практика контрацепции была в древнем Риме….

Вот лишь некоторые из причин, для удаления тестикул, и / или пениса, практики, которые процветали на протяжении столетий, и которые естественным образом сошли на нет…

Как кастрировались мужчины?

Для того, что бы получить певца кастрата или активного но «безопасного» любовника, тонкая ткань или веревка была обвернута только вокруг яичек. А дальнейшие действия аналогичны.

Потеря тестостерона превращают мужчину в женоподобное существо, без роста волос на лице, с округлыми ягодицами и бедрами, с нежной кожей лица и с возможностью взять легко верхнюю ноту до. Но это, однако, не мешает ему достичь эрекции и как рассказывает нам литература и история, часто сохранять ее дольше, чем мужчины с неповрежденными гениталиями.

Кастрация в Библии, кастрация и верующие.

Библия указывает на три типа кастратов : ребенок рожденный без половых органов, кастрированного пленного теми, кто его захватил, и верующий который подвергся кастрации, что бы ни податься соблазнам и искушениям. Это мы можем прочитать в Евангелие от Матфея (19:12) – « ибо есть скопцы, которые из чрева матернего родились так; и есть скопцы, которые оскоплены от людей; и есть скопцы, которые сделали сами себя скопцами для Царства Небесного. Кто может вместить, да вместит».

1 У кого раздавлены ятра или отрезан детородный член, тот не может войти в общество Господне.

Да кстати, там вторая после этой строчки такая – 2 Сын блудницы не может войти в общество Господне, и десятое поколение его не может войти в общество Господне…. …. тут есть над чем подумать и что сказать…. но я сейчас не об этом….

Но и от этого требования церковь в настоящие время отказалась …

Евнухи в истории….

Ага Мохаммед Шах Каджар, Ага-Мухаммед хан (Ага-Мухаммед-хан, Ага-Мухаммед-шах) (1741—1797) — шах (шаханшах) Персии в 1779—1797 годах, шах с 1796 года. Основатель династии Каджаров правившая Ираном с 1795 по 1925 год, и который объединил Иран и утвердил Тегеран в качестве новой столицы, так же еще в детстве был кастрирован.

Жертвами кастрации были миллионы, я остановлюсь лишь на самых известных.

Пьер Абеляр или просто Абеляр( 1079 —1142) стал жертвой кастрации…да именно тот легендарный Абеляр, который воспылал страстью к Элоизе. Кастрировали его из мести и по политическим мотивам. Грустная история…

Еще один человек, с которыми знакомы не только знающие историю, а все смотревшие нашумевший фильм в середине 90-х годов «Храброе сердце»в главной роли Мел Гибсон, был Сэр Уильям Уоллес (ок. 1270 —1305), который так же был кастрирован во время казни….

Некоторые легенды говорят, что сам Чингисхан стал жертвой кастрации, и был кастрирован тангутской принцессой… я не могу судить об этом, поэтому оставляю это историкам, может, когда найдут его могилу, прольется свет и над этой тайной….

Лотф Али-шах (ок. 1769—1794) был последним шахом Персии (Ирана) (царствовал 1789-94) из династии Занд. Так же был кастрирован врагами.

История знает и других известных кастратов, но я остановлюсь на этих…

Кастрация на службе закона….

История говорит нам, что египтяне были первыми, кто ввел в юридическую практику, еще шесть тысяч лет назад, закон, по которому за сексуальные преступления наказывали через кастрацию. Мужчина признан виновным в изнасиловании были подвержены полному удалению половых органов, в то время как женщину виновной в супружеской измене отрезали нос. Потери мужчин в этом акте правосудия делали их неспособными к сексуальным отношениям вообще, а уродство женщины уменьшало вероятность найти любовников. Женщина, изуродованная чисто внешне, таким образом, была подвержена вынужденному остракизму.

Наказание кастрация применялась не только к насильникам. К примеру, в древнем Китае, человек, убившего своего отца невольно становился евнухом, таким образом, подлое убийство другого мужчины было наказано потерей мужественности преступника в полном понимании этого значения.

Интересно, что греки были единственной культурой античности, которые не обращались к кастрации для того что бы подчинить военнопленных или породить класс не совсем «полновесных» мужчин. Воистину чем выше уровень культуры, тем милосерднее нравы…. А причина была в том, что у греков было огромного уважения к мужественности. Предполагается, что евнухи, находящиеся на греческих территориях были кастрированы финикийцами или другими народностями. Евнухов привозили в Грецию богатые аристократы в основном в качестве воспитателей их потомства, но были презираемы народом и становились объектом насмешек.

С юридической точки зрения, все же кастрация была применена в Греции для одного единственного преступления: изнасилование. Хотя есть истории, которые утверждают, что были случаи, когда мужья просили, и им не отказали в кастрации, других мужей которые были пойманы ….так сказать, прям на месте преступления ( flagrant delict ) с их родимыми женушками…. Что было с женами после этих случаев, история умалчивает….

Тем не менее, на протяжении всей истории, как правило, кастрация, с юридической точки зрения применялась в основном для насильников. Хотя история и Европы (о Европе чуть ниже) и Китая знает и случаи политической кастрации. Но гуманизм был свойственен и тому обществу…кх…кх…. К тем, кто совершил это преступление впервые, древние римляне дробили их железа путем расположения между двумя камнями, превращая их в «thlibio», не в «spandone» (без тестикул) или в « castrato assoluto ». Древние греки, как более культурное и цивилизованное общество, как уже говорилось, прибегали к кастрации только в случаях наказания насильников, и данный правонарушитель назывался « spao », что означает «вырвать» или «тянуть», описывая тем самым способ кастрации. Презираемые в греческом обществе эти мужчины, говорят, часто переодевались женщинами и в этом обличие продолжали свое существование, так как видать, женская доля была более милосердна, чем жизнь кастрата…

Все новое хорошо позабытое старое. Кастрация в наши дни.

Кастрация как форма наказания была увековечена в других частях мира до ХХ века, и это касается не только Ближнего Востока. В США в течение двадцатого века кастрация была применена сотни раз, в основном в Калифорнии, и меньше в других штатах.

Но с ростом цивилизации, а так же науки, на смену традиционным способам кастрации, применяемые с древних времен, пришло так называемая химическая кастрация.

Согласно сообщениям из британской прессы, сложной техники, называемой «химической кастрации» практиковалось в бывших коммунистических странах, особенно в Германской Демократической Республике.

Насильник, будучи в тюрьме, был подвержен простой хирургической операции, посредством которой под кожей преступника имплантировалась некая маленькая ампула, содержащая синтетические женские гормоны. Вещество выделяется медленно, просачиваются в кровь осужденного, и изменяет его вторичные половые признаки. Таким образом, замедлялся рост бороды, в области груди и ягодиц формировались жировые отложения, а либидо сильно уменьшалось, если не терялось вообще. После того как содержимое ампулы заканчивалось, ее заменяли на другую.

Говорится что это лечение с дословным освобождением, заменял оригинальный метод химической кастрации, выполненный в виде инъекций. Британские статьи сообщают, что резкое вливание большого количества женских половых гормонов, приводит к полной женоподобности мужчины, у которых начинают расти большие груди и округляется задница, что приводило других заключенных в полный восторг.

Ну, воистину торжество справедливости. ….Эти женоподобные насильники часто становились жертвами своих коллег по нарам, и бывали сами изнасиловали, став жертвами собственных проступков. Грудь двух мужчин выросла настолько, что став жертвами террора популярности, добровольно подвергли себя операции мастэктомии. Такой вид добровольной операции, до тех пор не проводилось не в Западной Европе, не в Америке, по крайней мере, публично.

(Мастэктомия — хирургическая операция по удалению молочной железы.)

Однако после такой критики в британских смях коммунистического стоя, буквально на днях появилось сообщение – «Сотня британских педофилов была подвержена процедуре химической кастрации».

По данным британской прессы, для снижения в организме уровня тестостерона, им был введен препарат лейпропелин. Химическая кастрация предусмотрена специальной программой правительства, согласно которой, ведется борьба с проявлениями педофилии, а также с наиболее опасными преступниками в этой области.

Химическая кастрация используется в Чехии для наказания насильников еще с 1966 года. Делается она на добровольной основе. Но Чешское законодательство, даже после того что насильник отбыл положенный срок, не выпускает его на свободу, пока преступник не пройдет медицинское освидетельствование. А как показывает практика, чешские врачи не очень милосердны к насильникам, и могут назначить курс лечения в психиатрической больнице, который может растянуться и на год, и на пять, и на всю жизнь. Поэтому преступники после отбывание положенного срока добровольно идут на кастрацию, лишь бы не попасть в больницу. Совет Европы возмущается по поводу этого негуманного обращения с насильниками в Чехии, однако Чешское общество не очень обращает внимание на эти возмущения…

В Польше в 12010 году вступил в силу закон об обязательной химической кастрации насильников и педофилов.

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Castration

Castration is referred to throughout the work of Freud and Lacan. Although it undergoes certain referential changes, castration retains its place as a necessary element in the structuring of sexuality for the speaking being.

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Sigmund Freud

In all of his discussions on sexuality, Freud emphasizes castration. What Freud learned from his clinical practice is that sexuality always involves a dimension of the impossibility of reaching total satisfaction. In order to achieve some satisfaction it is necessary to renounce total satisfaction and this renunciation is one of the references to castration, where castration is a condition for satisfaction.

Definition

Castration refers to the movement of separation installed by the Oedipal law between mother and infant and is thus a requirement of culture; it is the positive side of the prohibition of incest. Freud emphasizes that instinctual renunciation is necessary for all cultural achievement, associating it with the Oedipus complex and its resolution.

Freud first used the term castration complex in 1908 in reference to an infantile theory of sexuality adopted by children to explain the difference between the sexes. [1] Freud emphasizes the phallocentrism of children, who, assuming the possession of a penis in all living creatures, attribute the lack of it to a castration. This very attribution of a lack is the result of a fantasy of a castration in relation to which the boy will experience castration anxiety and which will contribute to an experience of disillusionment in the girl.

The actual effect of castration takes place for the boy following the perception of the female genitals and the acknowledgement that the organ in which he has invested such value, and which is so essential to his self-image, is not present on the body of the girl. At this structuring moment the boy remembers the threats made concerning his masturbatory habits which at an earlier moment had little effect.

This deferred action now comes into effect with the fear of castration, a powerful influence in all his subsequent development. Interestingly, the effects of castration can be experienced without it being carried out and expressly formulated. This indicates the Freudian thesis of the structuring function of the Oedipus complex.

The girl’s castration complex is also started by the sight of the boy’s genital. She notices the significance placed on it and resulting from this perception is a feeling of having been wronged. The subsequent ‘envy for the penis’ leaves a permanent trace on the girl’s psyche, persisting in the unconscious. Freud argues that in the case of women the castration complex does not work so well. There is something problematic in woman’s relation to castration and to the Oedipal law, due to the girl only partially being able to resolve her Oedipus complex. This is because she is not as vulnerable to the threat of losing a penis that she does not have. The girl’s vulnerability shows itself in an anxiety related to the loss of love.

The castration complex is central for Freud. He argues that it is the necessary structural foundation from which a subject can take part in the world of sexual desire. It is only from a position of renunciation of the incestuous object that it is possible to go out into the world and seek a partner other than the incestuous one. The prohibition of the primordial object, the mother or whomever comes to her place, produces a lack which will orient a subject to look elsewhere. In this way desire is inaugurated.

The castration threat and the Oedipal law, which articulates a prohibition and a prescription, both give an orientation to the child. Without it, the child is stuck within a world of incestuous objects and a constant fear of actual loss.

In 1923 Freud (1951) introduced the primacy of the phallus. Although the boy and the girl initially share the same object — the mother and a ‘masculine’ or phallic sexuality — Freud argues an asymmetry between the sexes. The castration complex and the Oedipus complex work differently for the boy and the girl. The Oedipus complex in the boy illustrates the separating function of the law of the father and its conversion in the super-ego.

The function of the castration complex is to end the boy’s Oedipus complex. For the girl, the castration complex inaugurates her into an Oedipus complex which will succumb to repression. She will transfer her love to the one who seems to have the phallus, the father or substitute. The girl will desire to have the phallus in the form of a baby along the lines of the symbolic equation that will make the phallus equal a baby.

In 1933 Freud elaborated three possible outcomes of the castration complex for women. The first is a total repudiation of sexuality, the second is the adopting of a masculine position and the repudiation of penis envy and the third solution is that of motherhood as a treatment of penis envy through the symbolic equation of penis equals child.

The asymmetrical situations of the boy and the girl were what Freud (1951) returned to when he wrote in 1937 of the limits of an analytic treatment. The man will forever fear castration and the woman will forever endure envy of the penis, the castration complex contributing to a basic rejection of femininity for both sexes.

As Freud increasingly placed the castration complex at the centre of his theoretical and clinical writings, there developed resistance in the analytic world, particularly in the debates of the 1920s and 1930s on female sexuality. For a number of analysts the castration complex did not have the major structuring role in the construction of sexual difference and they turned rather to biological and developmental theorization.

Freud’s very last paper in 1938 referred to the castration complex and its effects on the very construction of the subject. It illustrates clinically that the ego, in a moment of encounter with the threat of a loss, undergoes a split which is insistently maintained. As a reaction to the castration complex a fetish is constructed, confirming that the object is lost and the subject is split (1951).

Jacques Lacan

Early on in his writings, in the 1930s, Lacan viewed castration as a fantasy of the mutilation of the penis, linking it with a series of fantasies of bodily mutilations which begin with the image of the fragmented body.

It is in the 1950s that the function of castration is discussed in reference to the Name-of-the-Father and the paternal law which forbids the mother and the child the satisfaction of being the sole desire of each other. The paternal law installs the phallus as signifier of a lack which refers mother and child to the dimension of the symbolic. The mother does not have the phallus and therefore desires it elsewhere. Thus castration orients the child and the mother beyond each other.

In his seminar of 1956-57, Lacan (1994) delineates the difference between privation, frustration and castration in relation to the symbolic, imaginary and real. Lacan emphasizes that it is not possible to articulate anything about castration without this distinction. He claims that it is the confusion of castration with privation and frustration that has led a number of psychoanalysts to founder in their theoretical and clinical orientation. He singles out Ernest Jones who substitutes for castration his concept of aphanisis, disappearance of desire, as an example of an analyst unable to surmount the difficulties of managing the castration complex.

It is also in this seminar that Lacan elaborates the relation between castration and the phallus. Lacan attributes to Freud the introduction of the phallus as a third imaginary term between the mother and the child. The phallus thus has a major signifying role.

Freud insists that in the world of objects the function of the phallus is decisive. Here Lacan will use the term imaginary phallus which is not to be confounded with the real penis. The lack referred to in woman is not, after all, a real lack. In the Freudian thesis the woman counts the phallus among her lacking objects and this brings her child into an exact connection with her relation to the phallus, because a child can come to stand in for and calm her longing for the phallus.

Based on the premise that the object is lacking, Lacan points to three different ways in which it can lack:

1. In frustration the lack is imaginary and the subjective experience is that of a damage most typically attributed to the time of weaning and loss of the breast. While the lack is imaginary, the object, such as the breast, is real. Lacan is not referring here to any actual experience. The agent of the frustration is the mother, at the level of the symbolic.

2. Privation refers to a real lack due to the loss of a symbolic object, the phallus as signifier. It especially refers to the fact that the woman does not have a penis and the assumption of this fact is a constant in nearly all of the accounts of Freud’s cases. The notion of privation implies the symbolization of the object in the Real, because in the Real nothing is missing. The absence of something in the Real can only be purely symbolic. To indicate that something is not there, requires a supposition that it is possible for it to be present. This introduces the elementary symbolic order into the Real. The agent of privation is the imaginary father.

3. Castration is the symbolic lack of an imaginary object. It is essentially tied to the symbolic order and to the central position given by the Oedipus complex. It refers to the symbolic debt in the register of the law. The clinic provides evidence that castration refers to the loss of the phallus as imaginary object. The agent of castration is the real father.

However, from 1958 Lacan diverges from Freud and views castration as a function of the order of the signifier in its connection with the cultural law that imposes the sacrifice of jouissance, rather than as a purely psychical phenomenon referring to fantasy or fear. Here, castration refers to the universal effect of language, which by necessity requires a giving up of jouissance. This is due to the human being having to use the signifier in speech which can never match the thing exactly, thus necessitating a loss of the complete jouissance of the Other. This is the operation of symbolic castration. Language separates the subject from the immediate jouissance of the body of the Other.

Although we can say that Lacan diverges from Freud, and that he considers that Freud fails to make a distinction between imaginary and symbolic castration, he in fact never loses the reference to the relation of castration to the phallus. The sexuality of desire and jouissance, which is both cause and consequence of the Oedipus complex and the paternal metaphor, is the relationship between the phallus and castration, where the phallus is the signifier of castration, in the very act of saying ‘no’ and by virtue of the fact that the phallus can be used as a reference for the subject’s desire following the structuring operation of symbolic castration.

It is in 1975 that Lacan (1998) breaks from the Oedipus complex as myth and develops a logification of sexual difference based on the different relationship of man and woman to the signifier. Here the phallic function refers to a castration brought about by the use of signifiers.

Where for Freud, the castrated one is the woman, for Lacan it is the man who is castrated, in so far as he is completely subjected to the signifier which says ‘no’ to complete satisfaction. The boy is totally subjected to the law and thus to symbolic castration. It is only at the imaginary level that he appears not to be castrated in his possession of a penis. The only exception to this rule that all men are castrated is that of the father of the primal horde. In its connection with the incest taboo, the effect of castration is to divide women into those who are accessible and those who are not.

The only one who has not succumbed to castration is Freud’s mythical primal horde father who considers himself as being able to have access to all women including those to whom he is related. This uncastrated exception confirms the rule of castration following the logic that every rule requires at least one exception.

It is the woman who is not-all-castrated in that not all of her is subject to the phallic law. This not-all-castrated leaves the way open for a supplementary form of jouissance, feminine jouissance, which may be experienced in addition to the phallic form of jouissance. Lacan’s argument is that although there is no woman who is not subject to the phallic law, and thus castrated, not all of her is subjected to it.

Clinical application

In his 1937 paper, Freud (1951) discusses the bedrock of castration around which the analytic work so often founders. The neurotic protests against castration, the sacrifice to be made, retaining the demand for the phallus, the major focus of the whole imaginary play in the analysis of a subject. For a woman, penis envy and the demand to the analyst to compensate for her lack is ever present. For a man, the difficulty in subjecting himself to another man remains a constant concern in terms of his castration anxiety.

Lacan follows Freud in pointing to the rejection of castration as the fundamental problem at stake in all the psychopathological structures.

What the neurotic does not want, and what he strenuously refuses to do right up until the end of his analysis, is to sacrifice his castration to the Other’s jouissance, allowing it to serve the Other. (Écrits, p. 323)

Instead of seeing the lack in the Other and correlatively in him or herself, a recognition that is part and parcel of symbolic castration, the hysteric maintains desire only in the form of lack of satisfaction and eludes him- or herself as object. The obsessional denies the desire in the Other and emphasizes the impossibility of him- or herself disappearing as subject. In both cases there is an incomplete symbolic castration with castration being attributed to the demands from the Other for his or her castration rather than what is essentially required from a speaking being.

In the structure of perversion, disavowal (Verleugnung) is the form of defence which passes through castration and disavows it. The prototype of perversion is the fetishist who uses the fetish object as a substitute for the penis of the mother. Freud, in his article of 1927, illustrated how the perverse subject both recognizes the lack in the mother and disavows it via the construction and use of the fetish (1951).

In the structure of psychosis, castration is foreclosed and lack is neither accepted nor borne. Freud called it Verwerfung, repudiation. The place of lack is lacking and castration returns in the real as happens, for instance, in the case of hallucination.

Lacan tried to theorize beyond the bedrock of castration with his ideas on the end of analysis. With his notion of the crossing of the fundamental fantasy, the analysand has the possibility of separating from object a and encountering the point where the fantasy becomes the drive, a point of recognizing his or her own castration.

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Чем евнух отличается от кастрата

Со времен далекой древности достаточно распространенной была процедура оскопления мужчины, то есть лишения его полового органа в том или ином виде. Существует множество терминов для обозначения такого мужчины: евнух, кастрат, скопец и т.д. Однако если окунуться в историю, то станет понятно, что эти слова не являются синонимами и обозначают различные явления. Всего существует два различных трактования разницы между словами “евнух” и “кастрат”.

Почему появились евнухи?

В различных странах задачи евнухов достаточно сильно отличались. Например, Виктор Николаевич Усов, посвятивший этой тематике несколько серьезных научных исследований, пишет, что явление это зародилось в странах восточных деспотий. Таким образом, создавались особо приближенные придворные слуги султана, которые выполняли важные поручения и охраняли гарем.
В раннем христианстве также достаточно распространена была традиция оскопления. К этому призывал сам Иисус Христос, дабы избавиться от плотских желаний, обрести чистые помыслы и полностью посвятить свою жизнь богу.
В Китае влияние евнухов было огромным, более 2 тысяч лет полностью кастрированные мужчины обслуживали императоров и правителей Китая. Многие из них становились особо приближенными к императору, получая самые ответственные задания. Нередко складывались ситуации, когда по причины малого возраста императора фактическую власть осуществляли евнухи, ярким примером этого является национальный герой Китая – Чжэн Хэ, который стал одним из самых известных азиатских флотоводцев за всю историю.

Черные и белые евнухи

Все тот же В.Н. Усов пишет, что удаление мужского достоинства в древности осуществлялось двумя методами:
Белая кастрация. Мужчине удаляли семенники, при этом сам половой член сохранялся. Он получал наименование евнуха. В большинстве случаев они занимались выполнением поручений султана, фактически являясь способом показать роскошь и богатство своего господина. Интересен факт, что при таком способе кастрации мужчина сохраняет возможность эрекции, хотя и достаточно слабую и кратковременную, поэтому известны случаи, когда влиятельные дамы прошлых эпох заводили при своем дворе данную категорию евнухов для удовлетворения себя без риска беременности.
Черная кастрация. В этом случае происходило полное удаление мужских половых органов, вместе с мошонкой и пенисом. Таких мужчин называли кастратами (хотя даже в те времена, нередко к ним также применялось слово евнух, однако правильное их наименование именно кастраты). Кастраты ценились намного больше, они допускались к гарему султана, им могли доверять наиболее ответственные миссии.

Восток и Запад

Как уже отмечалось, на востоке нередко всех кастрированных независимо от способа называли евнухами, а вот слово кастрат приобрело свою популярность именно в европейской традиции, причем культурной и религиозной. Т. Ливанова в произведении “История западноевропейской музыки до 1789 года” отмечала, что изначально певцы-кастраты появились в Римской империи и были популярны до самого взятия Константинополя сарацинами в четвертом крестовом походе. Позже уже в средние века произошел новый расцвет эпохи певцов-кастратов, которые не только пели в церковных хорах, исполняли арии в папской капелле (куда женщины строго не допускались), но и стали активно выступать в светских постановках. Особо примечателен был итальянец Фаринелли, который покорил всю Европу своим голосом и был одним из самых популярных певцов-кастратов за всю историю. Именно по отношению к европейским певцам, подвергшимся соответствующей процедуре и применялся термин “кастрат”.

Наши дни

Упрощение языковых норм и оборотов неизбежно, одним из множества следствий этого является данный частный пример — синонимизация слов, которые на самом деле имеют разное значение. Но тем не менее на сегодняшний момент вы можете смело использовать данные слова как синонимы – это не будет являться речевой ошибкой, однако лучше понимать их точное семантическое значение, чтобы не попасть в неловкую ситуацию.

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“A Simple Procedure” by Katherine

Until about 2 years ago I knew little of castration but events certainly changed that. I am 41 and my husband is now 44. He is an associate professor at the local university here. One day, and totally by chance, my sister and I saw him having lunch with one of his graduate assistants. From their demeanor, and the fact that they were sitting next to each other in a booth, I realized this was more than a casual lunch.

About 2 weeks later Charles and I arrived for his “check-up”. I had told him Dr. Gold felt it was time to check him for his risk for prostate cancer and that she could lower that risk if necessary. After joining them in the consulting office I watched them go into her examining room. I felt relieved knowing Charles would no longer cheat on me.

Dr. Gold later told me of the procedure. She examined Charles and then told him she needed to further examine his genital area. She had him place his testicles and penis through an opening in a screen and then explained she was going to give him an ‘injection’ to facilitate the exam. It was a local anesthesia. Once he was numb she quickly cut open his scrotum and professionally removed his testicles. He had no idea that he was being castrated. After the procedure she told him he might be sore for a few days and suggested he stay home from work and let me tend to him. She also told him his risk level for prostate cancer was zero now.

I waited until we were home to tell Charles he was now a eunuch. At first he thought I was joking but when I told him I knew of his affair he realized the truth. He was too shocked to be angry. I told him I did not care that he had no testicles and that now we could be true friends and companions. He cried a bit but let me tend to his sore, and now empty, sac. His friendship with his graduate assistant ended almost immediately.

It has now been close to two years since my husband’s castration. We are very happy. Charles cannot become erect anymore and has no interest in any woman but me. His penis has become quite tiny (Dr. Gold did not tell me that) but I actually think he enjoys letting me see it. At night I stroke it and though it stays soft and so little I think he enjoys it. At times he happily satisfies me orally.

I hope other women will realize a simple procedure can make their husbands calmer and uninterested in straying. I am so happy to have my husband castrated and in many ways feel that day I saw him with the other woman was truly a blessing.

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Кастрация в XXI веке: как, кого и зачем?

В современном мире термин «кастрация» почти всегда используется по отношению к животным. Довольно тяжело представить, что всего каких-то несколько столетий тому назад кастрация человека была вполне нормальной процедурой. О евнухах и известных певцах, лишенных мужского достоинства, знает практически каждый, однако они встречаются лишь на страницах книг и в художественных фильмах.

Приносят ли гениталии в жертву на алтарь искусства и карьеры сегодня? Кому и зачем проводится столько безжалостная и необратимая процедура в XXI веке? К чему приводит удаление мужских половых желез? Разбирался MedAboutMe.

С чего все начиналось: история кастрации

Кастрация известна человечеству еще с древнейших времен: одни мужчины отсекали у других самое драгоценное, дабы показать свою власть и всячески унизить побежденную сторону. Как гласят древнекитайские хроники, еще в далеком 2281 году до нашей эры был создан закон о лишении мужского естества военнопленных, преступников и беглых воинов. К кастратам в то время относились, как к людям второго сорта.

Однако вскоре ситуация поменялась: мужчины, которые утратили половую принадлежность, стали восприниматься как незаменимые слуги и советники при дворе императорских особ. Они не вступали в порочные связи с наложницами и женами царей, а также не могли основать новую династию и свергнуть властителя. К примеру, в Китае император считался дитем неба и живым богом, а поэтому прислуживать ему допускались лишь евнухи.

Со временем статус евнуха начал открывать двери в мир высокой политики. Многие мужчины добровольно соглашались на проведение процедуры оскопления, жертвуя своими гениталиями во имя великой цели. В истории Персии есть упоминание о высокопоставленном евнухе по имени Багой, который смог возвести на трон целых трех царей. Однако позже он был казнен за излишнюю страсть к власти.

Однако полная история кастрации кажется неполной без упоминания певцов-кастратов. Они приобрели известность в XI веке в Константинополе и были популярны вплоть до XVIII века. Певцы-кастраты представляли собой неотъемлемую часть музыкальной жизни жителей Европы минувших столетий. Они пели в церкви, в опере, на многих представления для самого Папы римского и королевских семей.

Как гласят исторические сведения, кастрации в то время подвергалось около 4 тысяч детей в возрасте 7-10 лет ежегодно. Далеко не все из них были действительно талантливы и могли покорить театральные подмостки своим чистым и красивым голосом. Однако об этом мало кто задумывался: процедура носила принудительный характер, а желаниями мальчиков никто не интересовался. Ответа на вопрос, сколько же в действительности было сломано судеб таким образом, сколько детей погибло во время безжалостных операций, история так и не дает.

Весной 1922 года умер последний певец-кастрат по имени Алессандро Морески. Он работал дирижером. А также длительное время был действующим членом Сикстинского хора. Певец вел довольно тихую и скромную жизнь, предпочитая умалчивать о своем «дефекте», дабы не привлекать к себе излишнее внимание.

Какие разновидности кастрации существуют?

Если прочитать описание методов кастрации, которые использовались всего несколько столетий назад, по спине пробежит струйка липкого холодного пота, и даже у самого искушенного читателя невольно дернется глаз. Там было и раздавливание, и отсечение, и выжигание, и еще множество других техник «карательной» медицины. На сегодняшний день ситуация обстоит намного лучше. Во-первых, применяется анестезия, а во-вторых — более щадящие методы:

Такая операция называется орхиэктомия и может быть как односторонней, так и двусторонней. В области мошонки делается разрез, через который извлекаются семенники. Их перевязывают, после чего отсекают яички. Процедура проходит под общей или местной анестезией.

В этом случае пациенту не требуется инвазивное вмешательство: все свое останется при себе, вот только работать, как прежде, уже не будет. Процедура предусматривает долгое применение лекарственного средства, блокирующего действие тестостерона (основного полового гормона мужчин).

Вазэктомию довольно часто путают с кастрацией, что является серьезной ошибкой. В основе этого вмешательства лежит создание искусственной непроходимости семявыносящих путей. При этом гормоны все также выделяются, сохраняется эрекция и половое влечение, но в эякуляте отсутствуют сперматозоиды.

Кастрация во спасение души: скопцы-молодцы

Если взять некую безумную мысль, подвести под нее определенную идеологию и обозвать все это религиозным течением, рано или поздно появятся адепты. Именно это и произошло с довольно известной в свое время сектой под жутким названием «скопцы». В XVIII веке русский крестьянин Кондратий Селиванов, активно призывал своих последователей отказаться от сладострастия.

Изгонять плотские позывы надо было радикально — огнем и мечом. В самом буквальном смысле этого слова. Всего в состав секты входило около 6 тысяч человек, которые добровольно прошли чудовищную процедуру оскопления. Однако всевидящее царское око довольно быстро распознало масштаб проблемы, а воинствующие агитаторы были сосланы в Сибирь.

Удивительно, но идеи скопцов продолжали существовать вплоть до 1930-х годов. Именно в то время неутомимые сектанты вновь попали в поле зрения правительства, но судил их уже Советский Союз. Ученые вовсе не исключают вероятности, что отдельные адепты течения скопцов существуют и до сих пор: в современном мире таким извращением уже мало кого удивишь.

Кастрация по медицинским показаниям

В некоторых случаях кастрация является так называемым «меньшим злом», к которому должны прибегнуть врачи, дабы сохранить жизнь пациента. Основными показаниями выступают злокачественные новообразования рак яичек и простаты (их можно обнаружить, применив простейший тест на беременность), которые увеличиваются под действием тестостерона, перекручивание семенных канатиков с последующим некрозом тканей, а также обширное травматическое повреждение мошонки.

Операция по смене пола также является показанием для проведения кастрации. Но в этом случае пациенту удаляют не только яички, но и пенис, формируя искусственное влагалище.

Тюрьма или кастрация: наказание для педофилов

Статистика по преступлениям против детей в действительности ужасает: вовсе не удивительно, что власти различных стран все чаще и чаще задумываются о том, чтобы ввести кастрацию педофилов в качестве наказания. В России химическая кастрация была введена аж в 2012 году. Однако стоит сделать важную оговорку: процедура проводится лишь по добровольному согласию осужденного. Но что-то в тюрьмах вовсе не наблюдается столпотворения из педофилов, желающих совершить над собой подобную экзекуцию.

В Чехии же на добровольной основе используется хирургическая кастрация для наказания преступников. Европейский комитет против насилия не раз заявлял об унизительности и недопустимости такой процедуры, однако чешские власти были непреклонны.

Как кастрация влияет на мужской организм?

Один из наиболее актуальных и животрепещущих вопросов — что же происходит с организмом мужчины после кастрации? Все зависит от того, в каком именно возрасте была проведена процедура. Если яички были удалены до полового созревания (до 13-ти лет в среднем), то у подростка начинают формироваться необратимые внешние изменения. У таких людей обычно отсутствуют волосы на груди, гениталиях, нижних конечностях и лице, более тонкий голос и достаточно плотное телосложение.

Если же процедура была проведена взрослому мужчине, у него наблюдается изменение характера оволосения, активное отложение жира по женскому типу (на бедрах). Снижается половое влечение, постепенно развивается гиперплазия предстательной железы. Химическая кастрация же нередко способствует развитию гинекомастии — увеличению груди. Зачастую у многих пациентов обнаруживаются признаки депрессии на фоне этого процесса.

Правда ли, что кастрация помогает мужчинам жить дольше? Корейские ученые проанализировали генеалогические записи приближенных императора и обнаружили данные как минимум о 81 евнухе. Выяснилось, что продолжительность жизни этих людей была как минимум на 14 лет больше, чем остальных членов двора. Также было зафиксировано несколько случаев долголетия — трое евнухов дожили до ста лет, что считалось удивительным по меркам тех времен.

Как говорят ученые, кастрация увеличивает продолжительность жизни в результате сокращения количества половых гормонов. Доказано, что высокий уровень тестостерона оказывает влияние на развитие ишемической болезни сердца.

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Castration is Love

“Moving Forward” by Kortpeel

I’d been embarrassed to tell Jenny I had a castration fetish but by the time I did she knew me well enough not to be surprised.

“I’ve indulged all your other kinks,” she said with an amused smile. “I suppose this would be the last one.”

“This one you don’t have to indulge. But we can talk about it.”

“Hmm. I’m not so sure, Dave. When I think how weird some of your fancies are, I think it might actually be a good idea to have you castrated. I’ll speak to Dinah about it.”

“Don’t you dare.” Dinah Allaway, who lived in the same building as us, was a nursing sister. She and Jenny had become friends. Her daughter and ours were at school together and that was how we’d come to know her.

“Just in general terms, to see what it means. I won’t tell her that I’m thinking of having you done.”

“You aren’t thinking of having me done. I just wanted to talk about it.”

All my other kinks I’d had to work really hard to persuade Jenny to accept although eventually she had. She hadn’t liked the idea of me cross-dressing but she went along with it. It got to the stage where we could go out as two girls together. What finished that was having two guys come on to us in a bar and Jenny was encouraging them. When I rebuked her afterwards she told me that kind of thing went with the clothes. It happens all the time to women. What did I expect?

I’d been into spanking too for a while. Jenny’s hand stinging my bare buttocks was delicious. Then she went too far and tried it with a cane. One stroke with that was enough. Real pain wasn’t for me.

For all that we had a great marriage and I looked forward to my twice-yearly blow jobs at Christmas and on my birthday.

It was that last blow job that got me on to castration. Jenny was squeezing my balls hard while she did it. Surprisingly a ball squeeze is not painful but extremely pleasant, provided it’s done with uniform pressure all over. As an extra treat Jenny insisted on giving me a pube shave before she blew me. She said it was better for her without all that hair in her mouth and face. That ball squeeze got me to thinking that my balls were being crushed and it was astonishingly erotic.

Jenny was going along so readily with my latest kink that I’d have suspected an ulterior motive except that I couldn’t think what it might be. She even took the initiative on it. “I spoke to Dinah and she says she can do it,” Jenny mentioned out of the blue a week later.

“Castrate you.” The way Jenny spoke it was as if she were organising for me to have a hair cut. “It’s all quite legal these days. She does it a lot.”

“No Jen. It was only one of my –“

“Quite a lot of guys are having it done, you know. It does have its advantages for you.”

“Definitely not, Jen. Forget about it.

“But I’ve arranged for you to have a consultation with Dinah. We can learn more.”

“Darling, it’s only a consultation. And you did say you wanted to talk about it. You might even enjoy it. She can tell you all about the cutting off and the effects on you and that sort of thing.”

Jenny paused. “Wouldn’t you be interested in that? Just talking about it, of course.”

“Well, as long as that’s all it is.”

I knew Dinah as a pleasant attractive woman, about my own age and we’d often met and spoken socially. We go to PTA meetings together. She was a single parent who was coping very well on her own.

Hence as we walked down the corridor to her apartment I was seized with an attack of shyness. How the heck could I talk to this respectable lady about my castration fantasies and other perversions? “Why can’t we just make it a polite social occasion?” I muttered to Jenny just as she was about to ring the bell.

“Of course, darling. If that’s what you want,” she said as she pressed the button.

Dinah invited us in and served coffee. There was red wine too. Jenny is partial to red wine. She’ll choose that over coffee any time.

“So David,” Dinah began, “Jenny tells me you are interested in castration?”

Straight to the point! So much for a polite social occasion.

“Er, yes.” I tried to make it sound like normal conversation. I failed.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It is my work you know. I castrate men every week.”

“Really?” Jenny was certainly interested in this topic. I was wishing I’d never mentioned it. “Why do they need to be castrated?”

“Oh yes?” Anything to do with a man’s sexuality always interested Jenny.

“From a social point of view this is probably the most important reason of all. You know that these days 65% of marriages end in divorce? On top of that there are many more couples, unmarried but in committed relationships who break up. About 80% of those have young children. We are left with a single parent family and it’s usually a woman struggling to cope on her own.”

I knew Dinah was a single parent herself but she certainly was coping fine.

“I know what I’m talking about too,” Dinah said. “There was a time when I had nothing to eat and couldn’t pay the bills. I could barely pay the rent for a rat-infested one roomed garret.”

Dinah was persuasive. She had to be talking from an experience that had left its mark on her.

I didn’t fully understand Dinah’s dissertation but Jenny seemed to. She was nodding enthusiastically as if receiving a great revelation. “Yes. That makes sense,” she said.

Jenny was smiling. She’s always loved the ‘happily ever after’ fairy tale ending to a story. “I think that’s quite beautiful,” she said.

“So that way castration can save a marriage or a relationship. It lets a man move on in his life and it helps provide a healthy traditional family environment for the children to grow up in. It is, in fact, a very responsible thing to do but people don’t yet realize it.”

Dinah looked at us for signs of agreement. She certainly got it from Jenny. I had just about convinced myself that what Dinah had said didn’t apply to me. Jenny and I did have a very sound relationship.

“Then we come to another category and this, David, is probably the one you fit into.”

Now Dinah certainly had my attention. Was I too about to receive a revelation?

“A little psychology first. You must have heard the terms masochism and sadism?”

“Yes.” Jenny was speaking for both of us. I wondered where Dinah was going with this.

“All of us have a touch of both sadism and masochism in our personalities. That is normal. However, if at some critical stage during your growing up, you receive either a masochistic or a sadistic pleasure, it will tilt you in that direction. Masochism in men is very common because they are looked after by women in infancy.

“In most case it is in all innocence. A little boy might be given a bath when other women are around. The assumption is that he’s too young to get embarrassed. But he isn’t. He’s perfectly aware of those women looking at his willy. And of course they are all sweet and kind to the little chap and he loves it. Quite often an older sister might give him his bath and she takes the opportunity to see what a boy’s really like down there. And if he gets an erection… That’s him for life.”

Interesting, I thought. My kinks weren’t my fault. Probably all cousin Elspeth’s doing. She was around a lot when I was a kid and she’s four years older than me. It suddenly came back to me how cousin Elspeth got me dressed up in a frock once and took me out for a walk. I couldn’t have been much more than three. I’d forgotten all about it.

It had been windy that day and I was worried about the skirt blowing up. I remembered cousin Elspeth laughing at my concern. “Silly. It doesn’t matter if your skirt does blow up. It’s all right for people to see your panties up until you’re twelve.”

Words of profound wisdom there! However could I have forgotten that gem of insight into little girl culture?

“So has David ever exhibited any masochistic traits?” Dinah asked.

“Oh yes,” said Jenny, brightly.

Oh shit thought I, darkly.

Jenny happily confided all to Dinah. Every darned thing including some items I’d forgotten about. I used to enjoy those bondage sessions. Why did we stop? Oh yes that peeping Tom window cleaner! The bastard was on his ladder masturbating. He fell off when Jenny invited him to come in and join us. Jenny kindly finished him off as he lay on the ground with a broken leg and his prick still out. She said it was to take his mind off things while we waited for the ambulance.

Dinah listened to Jenny’s account with amused, even delighted interest rather than shock. “Yes you definitely fit into the category, Dave. From what I’ve heard I think you would enjoy being castrated. Would you like to know about the procedure?”

“Oh yes please,” Jenny answered while I was thinking of some way to say no.

“All right. I can talk you through it or if you care to get undressed, Dave, you’ll get a better idea.”

I stared open mouthed at this.

“Come on Dave.” Jenny seemed to me to be a trifle over enthusiastic. I think the red wine had taken effect. “Get undressed.”

I was casually dressed in shirt and slacks. I took off my shirt and got that oh shit feeling again. I was wearing panties under the slacks. It was a little fetish of mine, harmless enough but not something that one would want known. I contrived to slide the panties down with the slacks.

In the confusion I’d forgotten about the pink satin ribbon that Jenny liked to tie in a bow around my cluster whenever we went out together. There it was, displayed to the world. Well, to Dinah and Jenny. I turned scarlet.

“What a cute bow,” Dinah said.

“That’s to let any other woman who gets that far know that he’s all mine,” Jenny explained.

“Such a lovely idea. Every married man should wear one,” Dinah said. “And you keep him well trimmed too. I love his smooth pube.”

“I don’t think men should be allowed to grow their pubic hair,” Jenny said. “It looks so gross.”

I stepped out of the slacks and panties and took off my shoes and socks too. Jenny removed the pink bow.

By dint of thinking frantically about something completely non-sexy, in this case the geometric proof of Pythagoras, I only had a half hard on at that stage. That wasn’t to last.

“May I?” Dinah so courteously asked Jenny.

“Please do,” Jenny replied.

Dinah oh so delicately lifted my prick up out of the way. Thoughts of congruent triangles promptly vanished. My mind, as sometimes happens, was concentrated fully on my prick and the lovely feeling of Dinah’s forefinger and thumb touching it. Then she took my scrotum in her other hand and gently pulled down on it. I thrust my hips forwards and allowed myself to become fully erect. I was only aware of absolute bliss.

When she’d finished I too had a glass of red wine.

“You ought to get dressed, darling,” Jenny said. She retied the pink ribbon, fished my panties out from my slacks and held them out for me to step into. That done she left them around my ankles for me to pull up myself.

“Pretty undies,” was Dinah’s comment as I got them into place.

“He prefers them,” Jenny told her. I finished dressing.

“So just make an appointment when you’re ready,” Dinah said to Jenny as we left.

“Wasn’t that fun? I think you really enjoyed this evening,” Jenny remarked on our way back to our apartment.

In a weird, embarrassing kind of way I had too.

“And fancy Dinah being into fixing men. What a lucky thing that is. Do you think it’s an omen?”

During the course of the next few weeks Jenny spoke of my castration as if it were a foregone conclusion. “I’m so looking forward to having you done,” she would say. “It’ll be so much nicer when you’ve been fixed.”

“Why are you so keen on them coming off?” I asked her one day.

“Because they look ugly on you and you don’t need them any more. And you heard what Dinah said: it’ll make you more loving and considerate. You’ll be a better husband.”

“But won’t you miss getting fucked?”

“Of course not. I won’t miss it at all. Actually that is another thing. I like your willie when it’s soft. It’s cute like that. It’s kind of threatening when it’s hard.”

Although I enjoyed talking about it, I certainly didn’t want to be castrated for real. However talking about something kind of makes it more familiar and less outrageous than when you come to it cold. I’d used the same trick to get Jenny to agree to indulge my other kinks. It kind of gave me a thrill when I realized I was becoming accustomed to the idea of being castrated. And I got a hard on too, just thinking about it. Funny how the ultimate anti-sex thing should be such a turn on.

“Would you mind if I were to have an occasional romantic evening out?” She paused and added “With a man who’s still got his balls.”

The question took my breath away.

“Yes darling but remember what Dinah said. Having them off will let you move on in life. You won’t stay stuck at that physical lust stage like most men are. You’ll be a better companion and husband for me.”

Jenny put her arms around me and gave me a loving hug. “Please darling, do it for me, for us. It will be such a beautiful act of love if you do.”

She unzipped my fly and took out my prick. That was a rare event. She hadn’t done that since our courting days. I used to give her a goodnight kiss when I’d taken her home. Those were the good old days of the knee trembler.

“And I won’t go with anyone else if you don’t want me to,” she murmured in my ear. “There’s always little clitty. You would still be able to lick her for me.”

To misquote one famous big Dick slightly ‘When a woman’s got a man by his prick, his heart and mind will follow.’

“Thank you darling. I love you so much. Leave it all to me. I’ll see Dinah and make the arrangements.”

Over the next week or so, Jenny was as excited and as loving as she’d been in the run up to our wedding day. It actually reminded me a lot of that time. In all the excitement I’d forgotten one vitally important aspect of our marriage. Jenny hadn’t. “We’ve got to go to Dinah’s place tomorrow.”

“What for? I thought it was next week.”

“For your wank, silly. We’re going to collect some sperm from you and freeze it.”

“I want to make sure we have enough so we’ll have to go every day. You don’t mind do you?”

“Saving sperm is all part of the service.” Jenny chatted along happily. I had the feeling that she knew a lot more about it than I did.

Knowing Dinah socially, rather than professionally, made it all the more erotic when she showed Jenny and me into the ‘sample taking room.’

“We like them to enjoy this,” Dinah said to Jenny. “Get him undressed while I get Sally who’s our professional sample taker.”

Dinah left us and Jenny got me undressed. The other nice thing about having a woman undress you is that a woman will hang up the clothes. I was still in my underpants when Dinah returned with an attractive girl who she introduced as Sally. I was grateful that I wasn’t wearing panties nor Jenny’s pink bow around my cluster. I was still clean shaven down there though.

I was shaking hands and greeting Sally as Jenny whipped down my underpants. Even when one enjoys a little sexual humiliation it can be overdone. I found myself blushing scarlet all over as my penis popped up and flicked a spot of pre-come onto Sally’s immaculate white coat. From Sally’s knowing smile, I guessed she enjoyed her work.

“It’s part of our policy here that our patients enjoy giving a sperm sample,” Dinah explained. “Most places that want a sample expect the patient to masturbate himself but we are against that. We like to do it for them.”

That struck me as a nice, enlightened idea.

“Sally has plenty of experience and is very good at it.”

The idea of Sally bringing me off was delightful.

“I take it you have no objection, Jenny?” Dinah asked.

Jenny probably did. I knew she was apt to be jealous of me where other women were concerned, especially pretty ones like Sally. “No. None at all,” Jenny said.

“Doggy style is best for catching the sample,” Sally explained to Jenny. “When they’re on the table on all fours it’s a nice working height and everything is easy.”

Jenny nodded. She’d brought me off by hand many times but never doggy. I was always on my back. The inevitable result of that was the sticky mess on my chest and stomach and cleaning that up was the part that Jenny didn’t like. She preferred it go into her vagina. Anywhere else was a waste in her book.

Presumably, on the grounds that the outcome of this procedure would end up in her vagina at some time in the future, she didn’t object. In fact she was looking quite enthusiastic about the whole business.

It occurred to me that this was all a female thing and I was merely a necessary accessory to it, like the groom at a wedding. Oddly that was exciting. I knew that when Sally did get started it wasn’t going to take very long.

“So on to the table with you please,” Sally said to me.

“On your hands and knees,” Jenny added for the enjoyment of saying it.

I obeyed. Sally gave me a pat on the rump. “Good boy.” She took a generous dollop of massage oil and commenced working it on to my scrotum and prick. Hell! But that felt soooo nice.

“He’s already got a good erection, Sally said. “I don’t think this is going to take very long. Would you care to hold the beaker for me Jenny?”

Jenny held the beaker to catch my come. Sally went to long slow strokes on my prick. Dinah was watching approvingly. There are a few, very rare moments in life that are absolute perfection and for me this was one of them. I wanted it to last for ever. It was over in a less than a minute but Sally’s slow strokes produced the most memorable come I’d ever had.

Jenny caught all of it in the beaker and Sally went off to freeze it. I collapsed onto the massage table, utterly spent.

“Very good,” Dinah said. “Leave him there. We’ll have a cup of tea while he recovers.” They trooped out leaving me to file a beautiful memory away in the data banks.

There were several sessions like that. I could happily have adopted a daily wank from Sally as a permanent lifestyle. Alas the day came when it was time for the big C. Sally was all loving and telling me how wonderful it was for me to give up my balls for her and for our marriage. I enjoyed her saying that even though I thought she was only doing it so that I didn’t back out.

The odd thing was that I was looking forward to having my balls cut off. There was something about it that turned me on fantastically, even though I was perfectly aware of the consequences. Dinah’s philosophy on this had been reassuring. She said that once it was gone I wouldn’t miss my libido. Meantime enjoy it. And with Sally’s help I had enjoyed it.

This can’t be true. Am I really going to have my balls cut off? I thought as Jenny drove me to Dinah’s for the procedure. And how come my wife is so enthusiastic about my castration? “Oh Darling, I love you so much. I can hardly wait for these to be gone,” she’d said to me that morning as we got ready. She was giving my pube a touch up shave in preparation at the time. She was even kind of excited about it.

Would you believe? I don’t really remember much of what happened after we arrived at Dinah’s. We went into the recovery room where Jenny got me undressed and Dinah gave me a tranquilizer. After that it gets a bit hazy. I remember Jenny, Sally and Dinah were all there, wearing those surgical gowns and masks. They had me on my back with my legs in stirrups. They were doing things to me down there that felt kind of nice. There go my balls, I thought and I didn’t give a dam. It just felt nice.

“He’s waking up,” somebody said.

Jenny was holding my hand and gazing lovingly at me.

“How do you feel?” That was Dinah.

“Okay.” Actually I felt better than that. It was like waking up from a good night’s sleep. I felt refreshed. Whatever they’d given me had worked well.

“See if you can get up.”

As seemed usual with anything to do with Dinah I was bollick naked — except of course there weren’t any bollicks any more. I got out of bed and stood up. I wasn’t quite as refreshed as I’d thought. I had to lean on Jenny as I took a few tottering steps.

While I was up I had a pee and Jenny kindly aimed for me.

“All right, back to bed now,” Dinah told me. I was happy to comply.

I slept right through until next morning and woke up hungry. Dinah came in to check up on me and check the dressing. “The testicles came out through the bottom of the scrotum,” she told me. “That’s the least invasive way of doing it.”

I nodded. For me the whole point was that they were gone and I was trying to adjust to that. Sally came in with some breakfast on a trolley. There was a small dining table in the room, she set and served up bacon and eggs. I was hungry and it smelt delicious. Dinah left, Sally sat and drank coffee while I ate. She was obviously used to naked men. She took my nudity in her stride. But then I realised that she would. I wasn’t a proper man any more.

Jenny came later with my clothes. She helped me dress as if I were an invalid and she was all loving and tender with me. So much so that I felt some stirrings down there but I knew it was just the effect of residual testosterone and soon it would be gone. I wouldn’t ever be able to make love to Jenny again. It kind of got me down and I was wishing I hadn’t had it done.

“Don’t worry,” Jenny said on the way home. “Dinah said there’d be a period of adjustment. You’ll soon come to terms with your new status. And remember that I love you.”

Jenny’s words were amazingly supportive. I hadn’t realized before just how much I needed her love.

There was no more of that old aching longing whenever I saw an attractive woman. It was liberation in its truest sense. I realized that I’d always seen women as something to put my prick into. I’d automatically graded them according to the lust they engendered in me. Not any more. Now women are people too and I actually get along better with them that I ever did before. A woman responds well to being treated as a person.

Jenny and I are closer than ever. I have moved on in life and I am a better person for it. She’s pregnant with my sperm that was saved so I’m going to be a dad again.

“Massage Parlor Client” by Kortpeel (edited)

I always prefer the shy nervous clients. There is something cute about a man when you tell him to strip off for his massage and he gets all nervous. At that point I usually take off my top to reassure him but I didn’t with Sid. I sensed that he enjoyed being ordered to strip and stand nude in front of a fully dressed woman. As it happened, I’d just got back from a corporate client and was power-dressed in a severely-cut, navy-blue business suit with black tights, high heels and a white silk blouse. In the heels I was just a shade taller than Sid. He stood in front of me, embarrassed. His erection told me he was enjoying himself.

I like to learn about my clients and once you get them talking it’s easy enough to find the basics. This was Sid’s second visit so he knew me. I learnt that his wife had run off with another man and taken the children. He was some sort of financial dealer and he earned good money. I got him talking about his sexual tastes and learnt, as I’d suspected, that he liked to be dominated and humiliated. He was a sort of born slave. He’d done all the house work, lavished gifts and affection on his wife and she couldn’t stand him. I hadn’t actually known one, but I’d heard about blokes like that. Some guys just enjoy looking after people.

As I worked on his back, keeping the conversation going, I thought of my small house and how it needed a Sid to keep it tidy. And he’d probably get a kick out of it. In fact a good sub around the house was just what I needed.

I finished massaging his back and told him to turn over. His willie was soft so obviously he was too relaxed. To get back him on track I said, “Tell me about your favorite sexual fantasy.” That embarrassed the hell out of him but it got his willie growing. I eventually got out of him that he fantasized about being a slave to a princess in ancient Egypt. She was fond of him but would often beat him, and amused herself by doing things to him. “Sometimes she will strip away my last vestige of human dignity.”

That got his willie up nicely, so when it came time for his happy ending I didn’t have to work too hard.

He came again the following week. I should have taken that day off. I had a premenstrual headache and minor stomach pains. I was definitely not at my best. Also, it was late in the day. Sid was one of those ‘please fit me in’ appointments that cause you to work late. It’s a policy of our establishment never to turn away a client so I couldn’t tell him to go to hell which was what I really felt like doing. Instead, I was a bit short with him and not my usual little, eager-to-please self. Not that Sid seemed to mind all that much. His willie was at right at attention, bobbing around.

The aspirins I’d taken at the start of the appointment were beginning to kick in. Feeling better, I began to feel bad at how rude I’d been to Sid and felt a need to recover the situation. I gave his scrotum a few ‘accidental’ brushes as I rubbed his thighs and, for good measure, when I told him to turn over I took off my top and showed him my perky tits. As I hung up the clothes I’d taken off I saw through the window that the car park was empty. “We’re the only ones here,” I told him. “Would you like a look round?”

“We call that ‘Molly’s milker’. It gives you a happy ending untouched by female hands.”

“I think I prefer a female hand.”

“Most clients do, but funnily, clients who’ve been in the machine always prefer it.”

“I not sure. Maybe it’s the feeling of total surrender. You can get in and give it try, if you like. You don’t have to cum though.”

Sid was a bit scared of the machine and would have preferred not to but he couldn’t turn down my invitation. He got into position, kneeling on all fours, doggy style. I rubbed his bum to reassure him and adjusted the straps under his chest and belly that were designed to take most of his weight. “Would you like the other straps on?”

I cinched the straps around his wrists and legs. “A lot of the clients say they enjoy the feeling of helplessness they get from being strapped in.”

Sid didn’t reply but his willie was hard. He loved feeling helpless. “Now I’ll just slip on the milker.” It was a soft rubber sleeve arrangement connected by a flexible tube to a suction pump. When turned on the suction pulsed on and off causing the rubber sleeve to move on the penis in a masturbatory movement.

“You can control the milker with the twist grip.” It was arranged so that the hands rested on a round bar and the twist grip was naturally under the right hand. I switched on the machine and two red lights came on. I knew it took a moment or two to build up suction and start working so I idly cupped his dangling scrotum and gave it a little massage while he waited.

As the suction started to work I could see that Sid was loving it. He had a stupid look of pure ecstasy on his face. Molly always said that when a guy got to this stage on the machine there was no turning back. I turned the valve in the suction line to the off position. Sid looked disappointed. He’d been very close to ejaculation.

“Come on, Sid. I don’t want you to make a sticky mess in the machine. So, how did you like it?”

“It was wonderful. Really something. What’s this red button for?” He pressed an illuminated control button, one of the two red lights that had come on when the power was connected, and something on a table to his right clicked and jumped. It startled him.

I laughed. “You’re lucky that wasn’t installed.”

“It’s the castrator attachment. You pressed the button that operates it.

“Bloody hell! Shouldn’t you disconnect it?”

“No. It’s quite safe as long as you don’t push the button.”

“No one’s ever pushed that button by accident.”

“Oh, well, leastways never when it was installed.”

“But why don’t you take that thing off altogether?”

“Well, it came with it so we left it. It’s really meant for farm animals but when we modified it for our clients we found that some of them liked to have the castrator fitted on them. They sort of enjoy the danger.”

Sid shuddered. I could see that the machine had got to him. I undid the restraining straps. “Come on Sid. Let’s go back and I’ll bring you off safely by hand.”

“But if you like, you could make an appointment to try out the machine.” I said it just for devilment and added, “With or without the castrator.”

“That machine is really something,” he mused as I made him comfortable on the massage table.

“So, would you like to try it?”

I was gently holding his package and pouring on warm massage oil. “Here’s what we can do. We can book you in for a massage, a pubic shave and a session on the machine. Takes about an hour and a half. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes!” He sounded a little breathless but that could have been because I was rubbing oil all over his stiff shaft.

“I think your Egyptian princess would prefer her slave without pubic hair, don’t you?” His prompt and massive ejaculation took both of us by surprise.

It’s not for any sinister purpose that we keep a little black book of our clients. It’s just that we like to give a good service, keep them happy and, most of all, keep them coming back. With the client base that I have it’s not possible to remember them all so when the phone rings and a voice says, “This is George,” I can say, “Hello, George. How nice to hear from you.” By that time I’ve looked him up and have got enough details to jog my memory and speak to him as an old acquaintance.

But when poor lonely Sid rang up I remembered him immediately and didn’t have to look him up. I guessed what he wanted and I was right.

When he arrived he was shaking badly and had a grey pallor in his face. He looked quite dreadful. His wife’s lawyer had been on to him earlier in the day. The wife was vindictively suing for divorce. She wanted the house, the money, the cars and the children. Any last hopes that there could be a reconciliation were shattered. It had left him a broken man.

I liked Sid. He was a polite, gentle man with a subtle, wry humor. I didn’t like to see him hurting like that. I gave him a hug and told him to put it all out of his mind for the rest of the day. In my room I got him to undress and gave him a good stiff brandy to loosen him up. It seemed to help. I gave him a really good body massage too. Molly came in as I was finishing. I introduced them.

“Molly’s our ‘milking machine’ specialist and she’s going to brief you on it before we start.”

“We’re all ready for you, Sid. Shall we go over to the machine?”

So Molly and I, both dressed to the nines, led nude Sid by the hands to the room where the machine was set up. The machine was on a platform, so a kneeling man would be at Molly’s working height. Lighting was concentrated on the machine and the bright chrome glittered.

A massage table was also in the room and the shaving equipment was ready. I got Sid to sit on the table. Molly told him about the machine as I snipped his untrimmed pubes with the scissors.

“What it is Sid,” Molly explained, “is that, if you wear the castrator we have to take the same precautions as if you actually intended to press the button. Just for safety.”

Sid nodded and swallowed.

“So all this is not really necessary but I have to tell you.”

“I understand.” Sid seemed really to be enjoying himself as I worked on his pubes as Molly continued to explain the dangers of her machine.

Molly showed him the razor sharp cutting blade and explained its features. It was a fearsome thing. I knew that just to look at it gave most guys a shudder. Sid was fascinated. Molly explained that it cut so well you wouldn’t even feel it. Certainly there was no pain involved although it might be just a bit sore for a few days while the cut was healing. “Of course I have to sew up the wound right after,” she said. “Takes about ten stitches for a really neat, tidy job.”

“Molly’s a qualified trauma nurse,” I told Sid. “She knows about sewing up wounds.”

Sid wanted to know if anyone had ever actually pressed the button. Molly didn’t want to say. “You wouldn’t be the first,” I said to him.

“Jesus! Really? What happened afterwards?”

“We lose a good regular client,” I told him.

“Not always. Once they start using patches some of them come back,” added Molly.

“Patches?” Sid looked puzzled.

Molly explained to him. “You get stick-on patches that let testosterone seep through the skin. They have to be prescribed but they’re easy enough to get.”

“Sort of defeats the object of castration though. Then they’re just an ordinary guy again ‘cept they can’t make a woman pregnant,” I said, thinking aloud.

“And if you don’t take patches?”

“Skin gets softer, you lose some physical strength, you stop going bald. You don’t get a fat belly and your cholesterol and blood pressure usually improve. It doesn’t stop you getting an erection but you tend to lose interest and your penis shrinks from lack of use.” Molly rattled that off as if she’d said it dozens of times.

Sid looked impressed. “What do you do with the, er, bits that’re cut off?”

Molly grinned and took two things out of a drawer and showed them to Sid. One was a leathery, pink drawstring change purse and the other was a clear plastic paper weight with two pinkish-white ovoid objects encased inside. “We get a premium price for these women’s novelty items.”

Sid stared and gulped.

“Your time in the machine won’t go to waste,” I told him.

Molly fitted it. It clipped snugly around the neck of the scrotum and she adjusted it so that it pressed down lightly on the skin of the scrotum. She switched on the power. The red light came on and Molly turned her attention to a small pin that served as a safety device. With the pin in place the cutting blade was locked open and immobile. She gently and carefully pulled the special pin completely out. As she did so she explained to Sid that he now had control and that the red button was active.

“Now Sid, take your time. Don’t rush it and you can always stop it, if you like, so it lasts longer. Molly opened the valve that admitted the suction.

Sid got going. He ran it slowly and I could see the masturbator moving on his prick. It moved in a gentle rhythm. Molly came and stood by me. We watched as Sid sped it up and then slowed down to a steady pulse.

We could see that Sid would soon be climaxing. We moved closer to see better and Molly went and stood directly behind him. He was in the throes of pre-ejaculation. A big squirt came. “Sid, do it,” Molly cried. Deftly she pulled the tie wrap tight.

And he did! There was a slight click and his scrotum dropped neatly into Molly’s waiting palm.

Several more squirts and Sid was spent. Molly rubbed his bum as he recovered himself. I undid the restraining straps and Molly removed the castrator and sewed up the clean wound it had left.

Then we helped Sid get down. Molly put him on a sanitary pad and got him into some panties. “You’re allowed to wear these now.” The scrotum went into a box which I knew Molly would put into the fridge.

Sid was in a state of mental rather than physical shock. Molly took the box and its formerly precious contents and went to make some tea.

Sid was shaking and trembling as he sipped his tea, trying to come to terms with his new unmanned state. Molly had gone by the time Sid had drunk his tea. I poured him another cup with a view to giving him as much time as he needed to get over the shock.

We’d had other castrations but usually the recovery time was little more than it took to get over a really good ejaculation. Sid seemed to be getting worse. He was brooding himself into a depression. I suspected it was more to do with his divorce than his castration but the last thing anyone needed was for one of our clients to commit suicide in the newly cut-off state that Sid was in.

In the end I got him to come home with me so I could keep an eye on him. This is the biggest no-no of all in my line of work but it would cause less trouble this way.

The house was in its usual mess. I’d never have brought another woman into it like that but generally I’ve found that men are less judgmental and a lot less observant. Sid wasn’t observant at all. He was in a kind of daze. I undressed him, checked his wound, which looked OK, and put on a clean pad. Then I got him to take some pain killers and a sleeping pill. He was out before I switched off the light.

He was still asleep when I left the next day. I considered this, as I didn’t like leaving him there, but then I thought what the heck. He’d probably be alright so I left him to it.

We weren’t very busy so I was able to get away early and I still had some energy left. Usually I’m exhausted by the time I get in.

I wondered if Sid had left. When I got in the house I found it was immaculate: neat, clean and tidy. I checked each room and it was the same everywhere. And there was a stew simmering on the stove in the kitchen that smelt delicious. Beside it, on the counter next to the stove Sid had left a note. “Princess, thank you for everything. Enjoy the stew. Love, Sid.”

The stew was delicious. Such a pity that I never saw Sid ever again.

“Incident in the Brambles” by Kortpeel

[Note: All characters are above the age of consent]

Summary: Caught in the shameful act with their pants down, our lads pay the price.

It had been quite a good bike ride. Afterwards me, Dave and Rodney went to our usual spot in the brambles for our after-cycle-ride group wank. The brambles were in a forest on a private estate and we had no right to be in there. That had made exploring the grounds all the more exciting. The brambles was a thicket of blackberry thorns and we’d found a way through it to the grassy clearing inside. That was our secret place. No one else knew about it, not even the owners of the forest.

A wank is necessary after a longish cycle ride. I think it’s something to do with the way that your prick bumps and slides about over the saddle. We settled down in our private place, got our shorts down and exposed our pricks to the warm afternoon sunshine. That alone was enough to get a good hard on.

Rodney leant back admiring his boner. He had a big prick with a slight upward curve to it. Quite ugly, I thought. Dave’s prick was dead straight but it had a waist around it two thirds of the way along. It looked like it would break off at that point. We reckoned it was from wanking so much but Dave insisted that some pricks were just like that. Mine was just an ordinary prick with a slight downward bend to it and it was the only prick of the three that had been circumcised. Both Dave and Rodney teased me that I’d had the best part cut off. I didn’t know about that but I did wish that all of my prick was still there.

Me and Dave waited for Rodney to start wanking. We gave him a few strokes start and then we started too. Rodney is a slow wanker and it’s better to wait for him before rather than after you’ve come.

I thought about how nice it would be if Betty Enwright who lived in the next road from us were giving me a wank. Her lovely soft female hand gently working my prick would be- Damn! I came much too quickly.

I lost interest in the proceedings, pulled up my pants and started to crawl back through the brambles. I planned to wait for the other two by where we’d left our bikes.

“And just what do you two think you’re doing here?” The loud female voice made me freeze. I looked around and through the brambles I could see a woman dressed in a riding outfit, jodhpurs, jacket and leather boots. She was standing over Dave and Rodney brandishing a riding crop. Instinctively the two stood up. Rodney bent to pull up his pants and got an almighty thwack across his buttocks from the crop. It made even me wince. Dave just stood there, knock-kneed with his hands covering his prick.

“Put both hands on your heads,” the woman ordered. Rodney obeyed hastily. Dave was a bit slow to uncover his prick and the woman gave a swish of her crop to hurry him up. He instinctively moved his hands out of the way and took the blow on his cock instead. That certainly cured his boner.

For my part I kept dead still and hoped that she wouldn’t see me in the brambles. I was nervous but nowhere near as scared as Dave and Rodney who were trembling with fear.

“First of all,” the woman said in a clear upper class voice, “You are both trespassing. You have no right to be here. You could go to prison for that.”

She paused to let that sink in. I could see that Dave was clenching his buttocks tightly. I think Rodney was too.

“Secondly, you were both playing with yourselves. Don’t you know that is a disgusting and degrading thing to do?”

Both Rodney and Dave nodded, eyes downcast and unable to look her in the face.

“I can’t hear you.” There was menace in her voice.

“Yes miss,” Dave and Rodney mumbled.

“And do you know that little boys who play with their wee-wees never amount to anything in life?”

“No miss,” they both muttered.

“Well, it might be too late to save you both from becoming ignominious failures but I shall try. It will hurt you a little but I’m going to fix you both so you stop wanting to play with yourselves.” She paused. “All right. Get your clothes off.”

I watched as the woman removed her riding jacket and rolled up the sleeves her blouse. She was quite awesome in her white blouse and lacy cravat, tan riding breeches that fitted so snugly around her slim waist. Her riding boots that fitted tightly around her calves suited her too. And she was tall, much taller than Dave and Rodney.

The two of them looked so stupid standing there, naked apart from their shoes and socks.

The woman had a black leather bag with her. I saw her take out a syringe, fill it with something from a little glass container then she turned her attention to Rodney. “You boy, you can be first. She took hold of his ball bag and gently worked it with her fingers.

“What’s your name boy?” As she spoke she injected Rodney, into his balls it looked like but I couldn’t see exactly where.

“All right Rodney. Just stand quite still for a minute.”

She did the same to Dave and having her play with his scrotum restored his boner, even with the red welt on it. That done the lady examined his prick and saw the wanker’s waist on it. “My word! David. You have been giving it a pounding haven’t you? You really do need to be fixed quite urgently. You’ve been doing yourself serious mischief here.”

“Yes miss,” Dave said.

From her bag she took a kind of a big pliers gadget except it was a bit more complicated. She fitted it around the neck of Rodney’s ball bag. Rodney just stood there, legs slightly splayed and quivering with fright. He still had his hard on though.

“Tell me if it hurts but whatever you do don’t move,” she told him and squeezed the handles.

Rodney gave a sort of convulsion as she squeezed. His face twisted up and his eyes watered freely. Then he relaxed as she continued to squeeze, looking at her watch to time the duration of the squeeze.

“There. Now you’re half done. Just once more and you’ll be free of those disgusting habits and thoughts.”

She carefully repositioned the pliers thing and it happened again. Rodney gave a twitch as she first squeezed and then relaxed.

“Just stand quite still for a few minutes Rodney. Now it’s your turn David.”

I suspect that Dave’s mind was fully occupied dealing with the pressure on his anal sphincter. He didn’t seem to react much as the lady repeated on him what she’d done to Rodney.

“All right David and Rodney. You can put your clothes on now. And you can thank me for stopping you from having those depraved thoughts and from wanting to play with yourselves.”

“Thank you, miss.” They both seemed a lot more relaxed now that the worst was over and there was no need to be scared. They were going to be crawling out of the brambles soon and I didn’t want them to see me. I ignored the scratches as I wriggled silently into a denser patch.

“You may go now. And don’t let me catch you in here again.”

They were both dressed and more than happy to leave. They crawled out through the tunnel in the brambles, luckily without seeing me. I stayed put, waiting for that woman to get clear. She just stood there as if waiting. For what? Why didn’t she leave?

Then, to my amazement, she undid the hooks and zips on her jodhpurs and dropped them, her knickers too. She backed up to the brambles, close to where I was hiding, got into a crouching position and pissed. I had a worm’s eye view of her arse as she let flow. A lot of it went onto my face but I was too intrigued by this rare and mysterious insight of how a woman pisses to worry about it. Funny how the stream comes out backwards.

From her bag she took a tissue and wiped herself. Then she pulled up, zipped up and hooked up, rolled down her sleeves and put her riding jacket back on. She left the clearing by a different route, I’ve never figured out how. I heard the thud of her horse’s hoof beats fade into the distance. It dawned on me that the only reason she’d come here in here in the first place was to find a place for a pee.

Luckily my bike was still where I left it. I was scratched and bleeding and smelling of piss but it didn’t bother me as I rode home. I was thinking about Betty Enwright and wondering how I could get into her pants.

Well I got to know Betty Enwright a lot better and I did get into her pants. Extremely pleasant it was in there too, except for her remark afterwards “Your prick isn’t as big as Rodney’s is it? You don’t seem to go as far up.”

It turned out Betty knew the woman who’d cured Dave and Rodney of wanking: “Yes, that must have been Doc Janet. She’s a vet. She says all men are much better off for being gelded. And she’s gelded a lot of the men around here.”

“Don’t they mind being gelded?”

“They don’t seem to. Too bad if they did, I suppose. But perhaps they do think they’re better off for it.”

I’m not sure that Doc Janet isn’t right. Betty’s pregnant and I’m buggered if I know what to do about it. Dave and Rodney laughed like drains when they heard. They didn’t give a damn’ that I was worried sick, the smug bastards.

“Hanging On” by Kortpeel (excerpt)

“It’d be nicer for both of us when your urges are gone. Why not let me organize you a preliminary interview with a specialist who does this work.”

Jane had become a very strong minded woman and moral rectitude was her forte. She’d always been into good works like visiting the aged. When she made a pronouncement on what was right or wrong I was inclined to take her seriously. She explained to me that lecherous thoughts were just as sinful as lecherous deeds and that she was perfectly aware of how my mind worked. “Simply looking at another woman with lust in your heart is both a sin before God and an insult to me.”

According to Mary An important benefit was that without testosterone in the body the risk of prostate cancer is virtually zero. That was how she came to be in this branch of surgery. Orchidectomy for prostate cancer is a regular every day procedure. She realized that it would be a valuable preventive measure: “If you’re going to lose them after you get cancer why not have them out anyway and avoid the cancer?” It made sense.

“Now as to the procedure itself, would you care to see what actually happens?”

She led us through to her private operating room. There was a raised frame arrangement in which the patient knelt on all fours with his legs apart. Thus presenting his scrotum at working height to the surgeon who stood behind him.

She showed us a video of what would happen. With the patient in the frame, settled and comfortable and strapped in for safety she would inject some local anesthetic and while it was starting to work she attached an artificial vagina to the penis. The guy in the video had a mighty hard on. The artificial vagina ran slowly to maintain arousal but not enough to ejaculate. “I call it the milker,” she explained. “It isn’t very professional and you wouldn’t get it in a regular hospital but I think it is nice for the patient to have one really good ejaculation as his testicles come out.”

The guy stayed in overnight and went home the next day.

“Changed Roles” by Kortpeel

“Don’t get dressed today. You know I like you being nude.” It was a fine Sunday morning. We had the day to ourselves and I was looking forward to some conjugal companionship. I would have preferred to get dressed, it can be limiting in the nude but if that’s what Carol wanted …

Carol read the paper and had finished it by the time I had breakfast ready. “Anything in the paper today?” I asked her as I served up breakfast for both of us.

“Nothing much,” my wife said. ” Working holidays on Mars are becoming more popular. I wouldn’t mind doing that one day.”

I knew Carol had this adventurous streak and it was only the need to earn a living and pay off the house that was holding her back. I sometimes wondered if she would dump me and the house and go off one day for an adventure such as that Martian trip.

Doris came around later that morning. She and Carol had some business on the go that they needed to discuss. I felt a bit shy having Doris see me nude but of course neither Carol nor Doris thought anything of it. Doris gave me the usual cursory up and down glance and that was even worse. I became aware that my penis had shriveled. Penis etiquette is so difficult for a chap to get right. A full erection is a real social faux pas but almost as bad is the shriveled penis which just looks pathetic. I find it so difficult to maintain that socially correct semi-erection which the magazines always recommend. I brought them coffee and left them to it. I got on with the washing up and making the bed.

While I was upstairs I took the opportunity to rub the contraceptive cream into my scrotum. I had to keep this secret from Carol. She was keen to conceive but I wasn’t ready for a child just yet. It was all very well for her. All she had to do was to carry it for three months and then the fetus would go into the incubator for the other six. Thereafter Muggins here would have to feed it, change diapers and get up in the night when it cried. I certainly wanted children but not yet.

Our marriage contract specified that Carol would have at least one child by me. She was bound to our marriage until that happened. She had an inclination to wander, so by not giving her that child I could bind her for a few years. Then I hoped she’d be more settled.

Having some time to myself, I gave myself a body shave. Carol hates me to be bristly and I did a spot of grooming on the hand and toenails. Then I fluffed up the penis just enough before going downstairs to where Carol and Doris were still talking business.

“Would you mind if Doris stayed to lunch?” Carol asked.

I was disappointed. I’d hoped we’d have some time together this weekend. “No of course not.” I said. “Lunch will be ready at one.”

“Yeah great. Look we have to go out to look at something, but we’ll be back in time for lunch.”

“Ok.” What else could I have said?

I wondered what they were up to and whether I ought to take an interest. Sometimes Carol can be really patronizing when I try to take an interest in what she’s up to. She usually tells me that I don’t have the background knowledge to understand. Often she’s right and I don’t. Still, It’s hurtful to think that there’s a whole part of her life that excludes me. It makes me insecure. But what the heck! It was my job to be a dutiful husband and prepare lunch.

I expected them to be late back and they were. It was half past two when they got in. And they’d been drinking. I served lunch and joined them.

“So what did you go and look at?” I asked, trying to take an interest.

Carol didn’t say anything but Doris very nicely explained that there was a piece of land for sale. If they could develop it they’d make a killing between them.

“Oh,” I said. “But won’t you need capital for that?”

“Don’t worry,” Carol said. “We’ve got it all sorted out.”

Afterwards she had a nap. I read the paper.

I could see what she’d meant about Martian holidays. People would go there for a minimum of two years and work at oxygenating the planet and creating enough biomass to fertilize the Martian surface. The more adventurous spent their time in space trapping comets and asteroids of ice. They would drop them on Mars to increase the quantity of water there. Apparently ice-hunting in space was the ultimate gung-ho thrill.

Trouble was it was only women who could go to Mars. There was some reason to do with radiation they wouldn’t let men go. I thought that it was unfair and sexist that only de-balled men were allowed. Apparently quite a few guys were opting for castration and going with their wives.

That evening Carol and I got some quality time together. “Don’t you think it’s exciting to create a whole new planet for mankind,” Carol said, referring to the article in the paper about it.

“Well, yes I suppose so.” Not that people needed a new planet any more. Ever since the scourge of HIV had spread across the world over-population had ceased to be a threat. Of course HIV has long been dealt with but the social changes of the last few decades, during which females have become the predominant salary earners in the family, had done a lot to prevent overpopulation. In fact governments are encouraging couples to have more children.

“What I’d like to do,” Carol said with a wicked twinkle in her eye, “Let’s conceive a couple of kids in the nice old fashioned way and then go to Mars. What do you say to that?”

“Well, I’d have to have my balls off. Would you still love me if I did?”

“Of course I would, my darling. There’s a lot more to you than just a penis and testicles.”

Carol gave me a cuddle and I felt reassured and safe in her arms.

“What I want you to do is stop rubbing that cream into your balls and come up with some nice vital sperm to get my eggs working.”

Oh God! She’d known about the contraceptive cream.

Meanwhile the project that Doris and Carol had been working on came to fruition and even though it wasn’t an actual killing it was profitable enough to pay off our mortgage and then some. I was so proud of her for achieving that.

By that stage Carol was well and truly bent on Mars. She filed the applications, found out a lot about it and was all ready to go. Personally I’d just have soon stayed in our house and raised our children but it wasn’t an option. I certainly wasn’t going to let my wife disappear off to Mars by herself.

Since we were going only for two years we decided to keep our house and rent it out. Carol organised it with the realtor and for the rent money to go into a growth investment. With a little luck we’d be fairly prosperous on our return.

I’d been stalling on getting the male qualification for the Mars trip and Carol knew it. “Come on old thing,” she urged. “It is time you had ’em off you know. We don’t want to leave it to the last minute, do we?”

Even then I couldn’t have done it without Carol’s support. She arranged for time off so she could look after the children, drove me to the clinic and was there when I booked in. She had to sign the authorization papers too. I was as nervous as hell about it and if she hadn’t been there I’d have fled.

As it was, the clinic people were very nice and reassuring. The Theatre Sister told me that more and more women were having their husbands done these days for compatibility reasons and simply because it was better for their husbands. It saved them all those difficult mood swings. “And it’s not as though you need them any more now that you have two children.” She assured me that I’d be better off for it and after a while I would never miss them.

It’s all very well for women to be so casual about castration. It doesn’t really affect them at all. I don’t care what anyone says: for a man having the balls off is quite a big step.

For the procedure they gave me a sedative which made me drowsy but I did overhear the Sister telling Carol to give me lots of reassurance until I’d properly adjusted to the new status. “They tend to be very insecure for a while afterwards,” she explained.

The actual procedure was no big deal. There was no pain at all but I was a bit sore for a few days afterwards while the cut healed. Carol collected me from the clinic after a two day stay-in for observation. I was healing up nicely and Carol was very good with the dressings and hygiene measures. She was particularly attentive and kind over that period. Even so I felt depressed at no longer having the ability to impregnate a woman. Not that I’d ever be unfaithful to Carol but its nice to know that you are a good boy because you choose to be rather than because you are unable to do anything else.

Doris, when she called round, had a look at my scar and asked me some questions. She was thinking of having her husband done too. There was no real reason for it, unlike with Carol and me. She just preferred him as a eunuch, so she said. I did feel a bit sorry for her husband. Women like Doris need to have a steady man for a life companion, to look after the house and to be someone to come home to. But if that guy is unable to meet her, shall we say ‘romantic’ needs, it is socially acceptable for her to have them met elsewhere. I suspected that Doris was just looking for a little variety in her life.

I cried when we packed up my home and sent all our goods off for auction. How I wish we could have stayed. But Doris was there and she drove us to the shuttle port.

It was only when we boarded the shuttle to take us up to orbit that it dawned on me what a huge life-changing project we were embarking on. Carol felt it too. She took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Chin up old darling. The next few years are going to be an awfully great adventure. Look where we’re going.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Second star on the right and straight on ’til morning.”

Carol laughed. “That’s the spirit.” Then she whispered into my ear “And I do love you so, my little eunuch.”

“Beth’s Trade” by Kortpeel

Summary: A young girl learns about cutting.

When Mom had her accident they sent me to spend a month with Aunt Beth while she got over it.

The accident turned out to be a baby brother, all fine and healthy in spite of everything. Mom who’s the epitome of moral rectitude and a pillar of the local church conveyed the impression that she was delighted to be this instrument of the divine will and thought my brother was born to fulfill some key role in His Great Plan. She didn’t actually utter the Magnificat but I’m sure it went through her mind. Dad’s remark, that it was a pity the divinity couldn’t have done it all many years earlier, was regarded as blasphemy.

Aunt Beth, in complete contrast to my mom was a cheerful, down to earth woman with a relaxed easy-going nature. She thought it was lovely for her big sister to have a baby so late in life. More than that, she thought it was a huge joke on Mom. “Divine will, my ass! Your little brother is no more and no less than a randy moment same as all the rest of us on this Earth.”

Normally I’d have agreed with Aunt Beth but I couldn’t see Mom having a randy moment no matter how hard I tried. Come to that, knowing Mom, I couldn’t really see how I came to be conceived. Still, here I was, eighteen years old, intact virgin and quite content to be only a minor player in the Great Plan. I like to believe I’m attractive. I have a slim figure with a seventeen-inch waist same as Scarlett O’Hara at my age. I would like it if my long dark hair reached down to my waist but I’ve never been able to get it to grow much past my shoulder blades. Then the ends split and it has to be trimmed. Of course with dark hair I have brown eyes. It all goes together quite well except that I’m hoping there is still some growth left in my boobs. I’d like to justify a B cup but at the moment I’m an A. I find that my boobs look much nicer if I pad my bra with tissues. I don’t think I would like to have boobs as big as Aunt Beth’s. Hers are a DD and I’m sure they get in her way.

Aunt Beth runs a guesthouse at a coastal resort. It was still a few weeks to the peak season so there weren’t all that many visitors, just a few retired couples enjoying a holiday at off season rates. That was good for me too because the weather was lovely and sunny and I had the exclusive use of Aunt Beth’s flat roof for sun bathing. Mom didn’t approve of sun bathing; it was immodest for one thing and unhealthy for another. I knew that I looked much better with a tan and that was enough for me.

“I was worried you’d be bored,” Aunt Beth said that evening over supper. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around very much for you.”

“Not a problem. I want another two days like this to get my tan for the summer.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that. Would you like to come with me tomorrow? I have to pick up some supplies. If we go straight after breakfast…”

“I’ll still be able to sunbathe. Of course. I’d love to come with you.”

That meant being up and ready to have breakfast at eight. Because we were going into town I thought jeans would be okay with a sweater and sneakers. I put my hair in a ponytail which looks acceptable and stops it getting untidy. I’d have liked to try some make up to look a little older and more worldly but I didn’t have any. At home Mom is dead against me wearing make-up but I didn’t think Aunt Beth would mind.

“So we are going to get food?” I asked as we set off in Aunt Beth’s pick-up.

“No. Cook does all that. We’re going somewhere else.”

I was puzzled when we pulled up outside a medical wholesaler’s. I went in with her eager to see what she was going to buy but there was a parcel all ready for collection and the woman there just handed it to Aunt Beth.

“What ever do you want medical stuff for?”

“For the clinic,” Aunt Beth told me. “I still do a little specialized medicine. It’s more just a sideline now but I’ve always enjoyed it and I like to keep my hand in.”

“Oh.” There was more to Aunt Beth than I’d ever known about. Mom had never spoken about Aunt Beth being a doctor.

“You never said anything about a clinic, Aunt Beth.”

“No.” She was concentrating on reversing out of the parking space. “We like to be discreet. Some of our patients would be embarrassed. The guest house was originally a cover for it but now it’s the main business.”

“Really? That is interesting. I was thinking of going into medicine as a career.”

“Hmm. I am in rather a specialized niche, you know. I don’t think you’d learn much from my little practice. But I’ll gladly show you around if you’d like.”

When we got back I carried the parcel for Aunt Beth into a suite of rooms on the second floor that I hadn’t known about.

There was a small storeroom where Aunt Beth opened the parcel and put away the stuff. There were dressings, syringes, rubber gloves and some ampoules of liquid. I knew enough to know that anything whose name ended in ‘caine’ was a serious anaesthetic; that’s what was in the ampoules. So there was more to Aunt Beth’s practice than cuts and scratches.

The consulting room was smallish but it reminded me of any doctor’s room on the rare occasion I’d been in one. There was a two-bed ward, empty of patients, and an operating room that had a table and the special lights over it. It looked all very professional and spotlessly clean.

“What kind of things do you do here, Aunt Beth?”

She hesitated a second, not sure what she should tell me. I tried to radiate grown-upness. “It’s a special service for men, to do with their male parts.”

Well, of course … That was an area of life to which I had given a great deal of thought and knew very little.

So much for grown-upness. I found myself blushing. Aunt Beth laughed.

Later Aunt Beth asked me if I was really thinking of going into medicine.

“Yes. It appeals to me. If I can make good enough grades for medical school that’s my first choice.”

“Name the bones in the body from the skull down.”

I did and even went into tarsals and phalanges. I knew all that from anatomy and physiology at school.

“Very good. Now name the principal systems in the body.”

That was easy. “Cardiovascular, respiratory, digestive, lymphatic, neural, skeletal, dermal.”

“Not bad. Which one have you missed out?”

“Reproductive.” I desperately hoped that I wouldn’t blush again. Thinking of it terms of textbook anatomy helped.

“Hmm. Rachel, if you put on scrubs and can stand the sight of blood you can observe if you’d like. But I should warn you, this is male genitalia in the raw. “

“I’d love to Aunt Beth.”

“Okay. But don’t go all stupid and shy on me. Act as if you’ve seen it all dozens of times before.”

Over lunch Aunt Beth told me why she’d invited me to be there. ” I gave it a lot of thought and decided that it wouldn’t hurt for you to have the experience, especially as you are interested in medicine. Sweet innocence is all cute and charming but ignorance can be dangerous. It’s better you at least know about these things.”

I nodded. That made sense to me. I’d been brought up not to know about these things and I didn’t. Well, except what I picked up from the textbooks and from the other girls. A lot of what I got from other girls was disinformation. You can get pregnant if you do it standing up.

After lunch we spent some time in her theatre.

“The thing is,” Aunt Beth explained, “men are what they are and they don’t change much. Except to get cantankerous as they get older. Girls your age, you get lovely, silly romantic notions about men. Most of which are hopelessly improbable. When you come up against the reality it’s such a sad disillusionment.”

“Is it really true then that men just want to get into your pants?”

“Yours and any other girl’s. That’s the way they are made. Monogamy ain’t natural for them.”

“So how do people ever stay married?”

“They usually settle down as they get older. If a wife is wise she’ll provide a comfortable friendly home that he wants to come home to. And she’ll cater for his manly perversions. They say if a man gets steak at home he won’t go out for a burger.”

I was wondering what manly perversions there were and how to cater for them. It seemed to me that adult life could get complicated.

“And if that doesn’t work she brings ’em to me,” Aunt Beth said.

“And you make them behave?”

“How do you do that?” I was no expert but I had a suspicion what Aunt Beth was going to say.

“I remove their testicles.”

“But doesn’t that spoil them, as men?”

“It does make them sterile. They can’t get a girl pregnant afterwards. That’s usually a blessing for all concerned. But they can perform still if you put them on hormone replacement.”

I nodded. “So why do that to them? What’s the point?”

“If you still want him to perform you can control his testosterone level that way. Keep him on a very low dose and increase it just when it suits you. That way he won’t pester you when you don’t want it. Or any other woman either.”

I didn’t much like the idea that my man would hanker after other women.

“But the main reason,” Aunt Beth said, “is that there comes a time when he no longer needs them. If he’s had all the children he wants he’s better off without them.”

“Health for a start. There are a lot of cancers that he won’t get and his arteries are less likely to clog up. He’ll probably live longer and it will save a woman years of lonely widowhood.”

“His own quality of life will improve too. Testosterone suppresses certain areas of the brain and stimulates others. Without testosterone he won’t have that stupid male ego that so many men have; that machismo quality.”

I wasn’t too sure of that as an advantage. I liked machismo in a boy, and that self-confidence they seemed to have. It was part of their attraction for me.

“On the other hand, it suppresses their awareness of their surroundings. A lot of men can live in squalor and filth and not even notice it. Without testosterone men become much more aware of what they see and hear and what is around them. They can express themselves and communicate their feelings better too. They become more sensitive and more in touch with their own feelings. It makes them much better husbands as a result. “

That sounded totally boring to me but I supposed it could be like that for old people. I thought mom would be like that. Not Aunt Beth though.

Mr. and Mrs. Driver checked in at the boarding house that afternoon. They seemed a nice couple and Mr. Driver was a good-looking guy in his early thirties. I sensed that he fancied me. He did look me up and down in the way that guys do. Mrs. Driver clung to him and seemed to want to control him.

Personally I thought it a shame for Mr. Driver to be fixed. He was still an active man and a player in life. However I could see that Mrs. Driver wasn’t. It seemed to me she’d kind of given up and was happy to settle for a comfortable, stress-free middle age. I’d liked to have understood more how he felt about it all. How come he had agreed to this?

I was tempted to hang around and listen to the conversation that Mrs. Driver was having with Aunt Beth but that would have been impolite. Afterwards Aunt Beth told me that Mr. Driver had been doing things with other women and Mrs. Driver had given him the option of divorce or castration. Divorce would have left him broke and he did genuinely love his two kids so he was booked in to Aunt Beth’s clinic.

Next morning Aunt Beth gave me a run through of what would happen so I’d be prepared for it. She showed me a video too. I was embarrassed to find myself becoming aroused by it but it certainly taught me what to expect and it made me rather look forward to being there when it was for real.

“Rachel, do you shave your armpits?” Aunt Beth asked me.

“Yes. Of course. And my legs and arms too.” What an odd question.

“Would you like to do the prep on Mr. Driver for me?”

Oh heck! I was blushing again. Fortunately Aunt Beth was busy with preparation and didn’t notice. “Yes. Okay.”

“Right. It’s nearly ten. Put on scrubs and then we’ll get ready.”

I took the green coverall and disappeared into the bathroom. There were other parts of me that needed a clean too. I could have done with a change of panties as well but I didn’t want to go and get them.

Mrs. Driver brought her husband in to the ward at ten sharp. He wasn’t looking at all well. There was a definite pallor about him. She got him undressed and into one of those stupid gowns that they make theatre patients wear. Mrs. Driver gave him a peck and left. She mentioned that she was looking forward to a few hours of retail therapy to relieve the strain.

“Nurse will prep you for the procedure,” Aunt Beth told him. I was the other side of the screen. I could just hear her whisper “She is much too pretty so don’t be embarrassed if you get an erection. Most guys do.”

Gosh, but I was getting all moist again down there. I hoped it didn’t show. I came in with the shaving kit and what I hoped was a friendly but ‘let’s-be-sensible-about-this’ expression on my face.

“I have to prep you Mr. Driver. Please don’t be embarrassed.” I knew that long hairs clog up a razor so I trimmed him carefully with scissors first. I had to hold his scrotum so that the skin was tight enough for me to slide the razor over it. I was careful not to hurt him. I shaved his crotch behind his scrotum too. Mr. Driver didn’t seem to mind and I was surprised at how big and how ugly his penis was. It was the only adult one I’d ever seen and I wondered if they were all like that. There was pubic hair growing on it from the root to about half way along. This was too good an opportunity for me to miss.

“Would you like me to shave your penis too, Mr. Driver? It’s not really necessary but it will look nicer.”

I thought of my friends from school as I worked. “If they could see me now,” crossed my mind and I had to remind myself not to actually hum the tune.

One thing is for sure. A prick does look much nicer without hair growing on it. ‘Someone ought to tell boys that,’ I thought.

Mr. Driver was prepped and we let him walk to the theatre. He’d come back on the gurney.

We got him on the table, legs apart and knees bent. There was a lot of towelling under his testes. Presumably to soak up spilt blood.

“Would you hold the penis steady?” Aunt Beth asked.

I did. Mr. Driver didn’t seem to mind at all. It felt huge in my hand and it was definitely throbbing.

Aunt Beth worked away on his scrotum and testicles. I was holding his prick away from his balls and it seemed a good idea to soothe him by gently sliding the skin of his prick up and down. He seemed to like that so I did it a bit faster.

Mr. Davis let out a sound half way between a yell and a groan and great gobs of white stuff suddenly shot out the end of his prick. ‘This must be an ejaculation,’ I thought, working him through it.

I continued to hold his now limp, shrunken willie while Aunt Beth applied some dressings. Then I cleaned up the gobs of ejaculate. We got him on to the gurney and I wheeled him to the ward and helped him to get into bed.

“It might be a bit sore as the anesthetic wears off,” Aunt Beth told him. “Ask for a pain killer when you want one. The best thing for you now is some sleep.”

He dozed off quite easily into a drug assisted sleep.

We left him there. Back in the theatre Aunt Beth showed me the testicles that she’d removed. To me they looked kind of sad and forlorn, lying there in the kidney shaped stainless steel dish. I said so to Aunt Beth.

“Well, they’ve done their job,” Aunt Beth said. “They made him into a man and given him two children. Now he doesn’t need them any more. They’d just cause him harm and make his life unnecessarily complicated. He’s much better off as a eunuch. “

“How come he agreed to it?” I asked.

“I think deep down at some level it was what he wanted. He just needed that little persuasion that Mrs. Driver applied.”

I was thinking about that when Aunt Beth went on. “ There are a lot of men out there who would be better off if they had this procedure and they probably know it subconsciously. Unfortunately our culture won’t let them acknowledge it. They sublimate that knowledge and it re-surfaces as an erotic turn on for them to be castrated. “

“One of those male perversions you mentioned?”

“Yes. But you can say that any man who lets himself be persuaded, like Mr. Driver, knows deep down that it’s the right thing for him. “

Somehow, that was reassuring for me. It was nice to know that Mr. Driver would have a better life, thanks to our efforts.

“I’ve followed up on a lot of my patients over the years. Almost all of them have happy and satisfying lives.”

“So how did you get started on this, Aunt Beth?”

“Really I was never cut out to be a doctor. Sickness is distasteful to me. In this line of work I can practice medicine on healthy guys.”

“And how long have you been doing it?”

“Oh, almost eighteen years now.”

“How many men have you done?”

“How do people get to know about the service you offer?”

“Word of mouth mostly, and referrals from other doctors. Actually your mom helped me to get started. She knew someone who needed it and brought him to me. Once you get started the rest just flows. Two or three castrations a week is fine. You don’t really want too many of them.”

It had been quite a day. That evening Aunt Beth and I were sat in her living room when a thought occurred to me.

“Aunt Beth, if mom brought you your first patient, was he… er… anyone I would know?”

Aunt Beth smiled. “But don’t say anything. You mom would be so embarrassed if she knew I’d told you. It was soon after she fell pregnant with you. She didn’t want that again.”

Mom had had dad castrated!

So how come I now had a baby brother?

KathleenK’s Greatest Snips

Summary: A couple enticing emails by the notorious KathleenK, the castration queen.

I have played many scenarios, I find I like longer and longer scenes (like real life?). I like the preparation for castration.

I like to draw it out as long as possible; it can be a beautiful torment. Even start days before hand and mark your castration day on the calendar. Draw your attention to it every day. You’re one day closer to being my eunuch. Like if I was doing your scene I would want to be the one that shaved your scrotum. All the while I would talk about castration, how much I like it, the different ways I might do it, maybe tracing lines on your scrotum where I might cut you, maybe use a Magic Marker to mark the place where I will cut, things like that.

My younger sister and I were raised on a ranch by my older sister. She taught us how to castrate. Each late spring/early summer we would have to round up all the males on the place and castrate them (except for a few used for breeding). We raised mostly cattle, with some horses, pigs, sheep, etc. Most of the castrations I did were on year old animals but each year there would be a few adult bulls and stallions that I would castrate because they did not breed well or were no longer used. Of course, all adult males on the ranch that are not good for breeding are castrated as soon as possible. This makes them gentle and easier to handle, much less dangerous; it is a rather obvious transformation they go through. This is one of the things that fascinates me about castration, and believe me it works on men to if they do not load up on replacement hormone therapy. No one would ever tolerate stallions except for breeding, never for riding especially around children (and us defenseless females!). I first started castrating when I was going through puberty. That is when I got hooked on castration, as is the case with most castration addicts. There was no stigma attached to it. It was simply work that had to be done. Vets were very expensive and hard to get; no one hired them to do simple castrations. I found it very exciting at the time and still do. We used to giggle about it and fantasize about cutting our boy friends, teachers, assholes, etc.

The first time my husband met me I was castrating an adult bull, I was wearing shorts and a halter, my future husband got an enormous erection (and I think he ejaculated in his pants but he would never admit it). I have not done any recently. Love it though, you should experience it sometime if you have not already.

“A Simple Procedure” by Katherine

Until about 2 years ago I knew little of castration but events certainly changed that. I am 41 and my husband is now 44. He is an associate professor at the local university here. One day, and totally by chance, my sister and I saw him having lunch with one of his graduate assistants. From their demeanor, and the fact that they were sitting next to each other in a booth, I realized this was more than a casual lunch.

About 2 weeks later Charles and I arrived for his “check-up”. I had told him Dr. Gold felt it was time to check him for his risk for prostate cancer and that she could lower that risk if necessary. After joining them in the consulting office I watched them go into her examining room. I felt relieved knowing Charles would no longer cheat on me.

Dr. Gold later told me of the procedure. She examined Charles and then told him she needed to further examine his genital area. She had him place his testicles and penis through an opening in a screen and then explained she was going to give him an ‘injection’ to facilitate the exam. It was a local anesthesia. Once he was numb she quickly cut open his scrotum and professionally removed his testicles. He had no idea that he was being castrated. After the procedure she told him he might be sore for a few days and suggested he stay home from work and let me tend to him. She also told him his risk level for prostate cancer was zero now.

I waited until we were home to tell Charles he was now a eunuch. At first he thought I was joking but when I told him I knew of his affair he realized the truth. He was too shocked to be angry. I told him I did not care that he had no testicles and that now we could be true friends and companions. He cried a bit but let me tend to his sore, and now empty, sac. His friendship with his graduate assistant ended almost immediately.

It has now been close to two years since my husband’s castration. We are very happy. Charles cannot become erect anymore and has no interest in any woman but me. His penis has become quite tiny (Dr. Gold did not tell me that) but I actually think he enjoys letting me see it. At night I stroke it and though it stays soft and so little I think he enjoys it. At times he happily satisfies me orally.

I hope other women will realize a simple procedure can make their husbands calmer and uninterested in straying. I am so happy to have my husband castrated and in many ways feel that day I saw him with the other woman was truly a blessing.

Thank you for reading my story.

“The Pet Groomer” by first timer

Summary: Dominatrix wife employs a grooming service.

In the middle of the month, I knew immediately the sound of the beep beep horn from the pink van coming up the drive. It was Tosha coming for my monthly grooming.

My cock reared with my balls pulling up at the same time!

In the basement working out keeping myself in shape for Donna. I was eager to feel Tosha hands handling me again. She was an absolutely professional groomer and she liked her work. Unlike the service before that Donna had employed for my grooming. “Kathy’s Male Cleaning Services!” She was very rough always fastening my testicles to the table with a strap to hold me steady while she would business like clean and service me! Even Donna didn’t like her after one incident when she said. “Why don’t you let me castrate him next time? He really doesn’t need those big old things hanging off him like that. Plus everything would go a lot quicker any easier if he was castrated!”

I knew she was gone after that! Donna loved my big balls! She loved to showcase then to her friends. Plus her philosophy was. “What was the point of being a dominatrix if you couldn’t dominate a male with balls! That was the whole concept! Once you physically deballed a male he has an excuse doesn’t he? But if he still has his balls hanging between his legs. Well it’s an absolute surrender to the females superiority over him isn’t it”? The logic was flawless as was she. Donna had taken me by the balls years ago molding me into her husband slave and I was proud at being owned by her wearing her brand on both butt cheeks P.O.D. Property of Donna.

Her voice came from upstairs! “Get your sorry balls up here asshole! Tosha’s here!”

Being a Italian woman Donna wasn’t to be trifled with as I knew all too well. I sprinted up the stairs with my big hard cock wagging back and forth in front my balls bouncing in all directions like a dog eager for attention. In the living room running up to my mistress and Tosha breathing heavily my heart pounding.

“Yes mistress! Sorry mistress!”

“Get down on all fours and show mistress Tosha your balls from behind. I want to show her your whole scrotum!”

Doing as ordered I went to my elbow spreading my knees exposing my big dangling scrotum to both!

“Tosha I want his entire body waxed especially his groin area and scrotum. I’m having a little party tomorrow night and I want him looking good. If you know what I mean Tosh!”

“Exactly Donna! I know what you want. Leave it to me!”

Hearing my mistress Donna’s high heels click clack away, looking up at Tosha smiled down she motioned me to standing. I towered over her! My 230 pound muscled body was in stark contrast to the slim blond blue eyed 110 pound female. The top of her head even with my shoulders! If a space alien were to have glimpse this scene they would have concluded that I was the superior being and she the subservient. They would have been wrong of course. Not

knowing that the big dangling sack that hung between my thighs was the great equalizer between our sexes!

Tosha gripped my cock in her small hand lifting it reached under with her other gathering up my big loose scrotum examining it’s hair growth pleasantly saying. “Well now big boy! We’re gone a get you all cleaned up. Inside and out. Aren’t we”?

Feeling my cock swell. She squeezed it playfully giving it a little twist giggling! “Now you just behave your self or Tosha might have to give your big old balls a good spanking won’t she? Now won’t she? Yes she will she’ll just have to give your balls a big old spanking!”

God she was so young, pretty, and charming. An absolutely natural dominatrix who easily brought out the subservient nature of the male to the female! I wanted to please her! Eager to obey her smallest command hoping that someday she would wear my balls as some type of jewelry or just taking them for her own pleasure! My secret fantasy was to have her castrate me as my ultimate tribute to her and all females in general!

She pointed my cock in the direction of the kitchen where she had setup her work station slapping my ass hard! “Get in their big balls! Tosha’s got her work to do! She’s gotta make her big boy pretty!”

Amused watching his big silly floppy hanging scrotum swing back and forth into the kitchen she followed. He knew the procedure getting up onto her portable stainless steel grooming table. Got on all fours spreading his knees into the appropriate slots and waited. Under him the table curved into a oblong basin with drain, various hoses running underneath to the kitchen sink. At the back corners by his feet stood two upright rods with solution bags and tubes hanging from them!

Feeling Tosha’s hand stroke down over his scrotum then gently patting it saying! “Do we need to strap you Bill”? “No mistress!” “I didn’t think so big guy! Your such a good boy aren’t you? Well aren’t you!” “Yes mistress!”

“I like grooming you Bill. You’ve got such a nice big prominent sack on you! A lot bigger then most you know! Most of the ones I do are either little or skinny hanging things. You should be very proud at having such a big full manly sack on you. It’s so aesthetically pleasing for a woman to see a male with a big hanging pouch like yours you know! It makes us feel more womanly somehow seeing a big heavy scrotum hanging off her male! You know that”?

I was swelling with pride as she spoke. Then hearing a click of her attaching a anal nozzle and taking hold of one of my balls holding me steady shoved it in business like giving my ball a little squeeze said. “Good boy!” Next she attached something new around my scrotal neck. It was a fat heavy ring which slid down resting on top of my balls. She saw my expression and said. “Oh you’re going to like this! Its something new I’ve just got. In fact you’re the first one I’m trying it on. It’s called a testis oscillator it sends high and low frequencies through your testicles which keeps you stimulated and happy makes everything go quicker and easier. Half the time the instructions say for grooming males!”

Suddenly a pleasant moan escaped from deep inside my throat. She giggled clapping her hands together like an excited little girl saying. “OH WOW! It works! Wow! It really works!”

Her hands when to my balls feeling them seeing if she could feel the vibrations squealing with delight! “I can feel it Bill I can feel it! God this thing really works!”

She was so happy and I was happy for her to! My cock was stretched down under me swollen pulsating hard as I started grunting! A little surprise as her enema probe pushed out falling to the table. Looked under at my cock watching it discharge a steady huge long thick rope of cum into the basin listening to my now long low straining grunts she immediately switched off the testis oscillator!

Trembling weak drooling from my mouth and cock she started hosing off my body with a find spray of warm water saying! “Sorry big boy! Didn’t realize how quick the oscillator ring worked! God it could have killed a weaker man!”

Chapter 2 Potential gold mine

Tosha realized immediately the potential money making opportunities of the Testis oscillator and her final words to me that day were. “Bill would Donna consider selling you? You know I could make a small fortune selling these things! But I would need a male with really big balls like yours to give presentations! You’d be perfect for it!”

Donna did sell me to Tosha. The price never being mentioned but rumor had it at 20,000. This was something unheard of paying 20,000 for a male. Especially a male with oversized testicles which were considered at that time completely un-vogue by the ladies. But my new mistress. Mistress Tosha knew different. She knew that what was once vogue would be again with a little tweak here and their and she set about changing that with a presentation on the home shopping network!

So Tosha you’ve got a special type thingamajig for us girls to use on our males? So exactly what does it do”?

“Well Carol its called a testis oscillator, and if I may! I’d like to demonstrate it on my man for you and the home viewing audience if you don’t mind!”

Well sure Tosha! Bring him out! Lets have a look at him.

With that cue, I came out naked deliberately bouncing on my heels as we had practice making my big heavy balls do the same. The hostess Carol laughed in surprise looking into the camera saying. “Well now you don’t see testicles that big on a man anymore do you? He’s a real specimen isn’t he Tosha”?

“Yep Carol he’s double grade A for sure isn’t he”?

“More like double grade AA to me Tosha! He’s got some serious balls on him, girl!”

It was kind of a joke at first but I could sense a change in her attitude! Seeing little admiring glances in her eyes at my balls and at Tosha as she ordered me up onto the table into position on all fours I smiled waiting.

“Ok Carol what we do is fasten this adjustable doughnut around the top of his scrotum. Not to tight, just tight enough to let it slide down on the top his balls like this!

Carol reached under sliding the doughnut up and down demonstrating for the camera with a big smile! Then mouthing. “He’s a big boy!”

Tosha picked up the remote pressing it for a second. My cock jutted out under me bigger and harder then relaxed limp!

“Wow Tosha that’s impressive!”

“Carol the batteries are incorporated into the doughnut rechargeable for up to a 1000 hours. Plus there are 15 different oscillating frequencies or settings. You can prolong ejaculation forever or bring him to his knees squirting more sperm then you would ever think possible that he could produce!

“OK Carol stand back a little more! We wouldn’t want you getting splattered with his cum! That’s a nice outfit you’ve got on I wouldn’t want to ruin it!”

Doing as Tosha asked stepping away she watched wide-eyed. As did millions of other women at home! The phone lines were smoking with a director giving Carol the over the head sign! Way over the head sign! She nodded then watched as Tosha gave the testis oscillator full power!

Letting out a deep grunt his cock bolted out huge under him as his entire body jerked tense! His balls pulled up lifting the doughnut collar with them! Than dropped with a grunt he let out a jet of sperm with such force it splattered off the table in every direction! Grunting again he duplicated it and a third time until Tosha satisfied with her demonstration turned the testis oscillator off!

“Holy Smokes ladies! I’m getting one of these for my men! Plus finding a couple of new ones with testicles like Tosha’s!”

Chapter 3 Living in luxury

Well big balls were in vogue again just like Tosha knew would happen! She wrote a book. “Her Big Balled Male”. Which became a best seller. At book signings I would stand behind her with my balls draped over her shoulder with the lead weighted scrotal ring on them! ladies of all ages complementing her on how nice and big they were. But the most excited were the really young girls at seeing them! Some of their questions were to say the least extremely embarrassing to me. They wanted to feel and weigh them asking her how could they make their slave boyfriends have bigger balls like mind. Tosha would say. “Its all in the book girls!”

Talk shows were the worst! Inevitably I would be handle by the female host as she would described to the audience their weight texture and smoothness while asking Tosha questions as to why in the past males with big testicles were frowned upon? Responding Tosha would say! “Well in chapter 12 I describe the historical femdom awakenings as related to the male. In as such first and I must say and understandably so at the time. Of considering a male with big testicles a symbol and focal point of a natural female reaction to pass male domination! Relating testicle size to an inner psychological fear which today we realize was just the opposite! Males with big balls were in all reality the ones less threatening, being that they were so prominent and exposed to the female we all use their testicles to discipline them so it’s reasonable conjecture to conclude that the ones with the biggest balls are naturally the most submissive!”

At the end of this interview Tosha gave a demonstration of the Testis oscillator on me! Clearing the coffee table with me getting on top on all fours with the host Diane Sawyer watched intently then helping Tosha fasten the doughnut ring around my big hanging scrotum saying while giggling! “May I Tosha”? Indicating to the remote control. “Of course Diane he’s all yours!” Looking over at both women sitting back comfortably with their long legs crossed. I suddenly felt the doughnut come alive with my cock stretching down hard under me! “EWWWW. Diane let out as a big jet of cum shot out under me! OH god! Shut it off! Shut it off! OH God look at him! He’s cumming all over the place Tosha! Both were

laughing hysterical at my ball draining discharge onto the top of the coffee table. Both fumbling with the control making a show for the cameras in mock innocence trying to turn it off! Meanwhile I was grunting out load after load of sperm until drained then I started dry humping in front of millions of females viewers!

What little dignity I had was drained out of me that morning on Diane Sawyers coffee table! Reaching back between my thighs grabbing the doughnut trying to pull it off in humiliation and anger only hurting myself being that my balls were to big to slide through. Frantically fumbling in embarrassment fingering one ball pushing it through then the other it dropping to the table with a thud. I ran from the studio crying to a roar of laughter from everyone their!

Later backstage Tosha found me leaning against a wall weeping holding my balls! “I’m very disappointed in you Bill!” Pushing my hands away from my balls she attached a choker for the first time around my scrotums neck with a leash attached tugging me hard to follow. Outside to the limo she slapped my balls hard got in then yanked my tethered testicles in beside her! I screamed in pain and shock! This was the first time she ever deliberately abused my

“I’m sorry mistress! Please mistress Tosha it’ll never happen again mistress!”

With that, we rode in silence!

Once a pampered pet I was now just part of Tosha’s stable of big balled males! Four in all including myself kept immaculately groomed with our big dangling scrotums always on display for what was now a cowgirl dude ranch of sorts!

Tosha was given a doctorate in Female societal evolutionism! She used the moniker to the hilt. Starting the “Big Danglers Ranch!” “A place where mothers and daughters could bond in the female experience!”

In reality it was nothing more then a male whore house under the pretense guise of educational experiences for young girl under they mothers guiding hands!

I was very popular amongst the mothers and daughters. They all knowing me from Tosha’s books and such! I was so tired of being handle by women and girls with their mothers invariably holding my cock up so their daughters could fondle my heavy hanging scrotum to their delightful squeals of amazement as to their weight and softness!

I wanted to be castrated! Preferably by a woman! But I would do it myself if I couldn’t persuade a woman! I wanted Tosha to castrate me! But I knew she wouldn’t because my balls still attached to me were worth money to her!

Pondering I read her book again! They it was! The answer in her own words in chapter 14. “Necessary Castration of Your Male!”

“Rarely will a male with big testicles need to be castrated. Being to the size and vulnerable nature at having said testicles! But one must never underestimate a male with large testicles and its tendencies towards a female sexually especially young girls. If an big balled male shows aggressive behavior towards a female he should be castrated at once!”

“Well tomorrow’s another day!”

My cock was hard very hard! Abnormally hard as I waited! This would be it! I hated myself for what I was about to do! But this was the only way I could think of to end my misery! I would rape a mother’s daughter in front of her and Tosha would castrate me like I always I wanted her to do!

It was a sunny Saturday morning mothers and daughters were coming down from the house after breakfast to inspect us as usual. Giggling and laughing with the young girls sprinting out in front excited! Tosha and their mothers pleasantly chatting from behind in the warm morning sun! Seeing Tosha’s eyes glanced at my big hardon curiously she sensed something. All the other males cocks reared up as the girls got closer a smell of primordial danger, a rutting bull in heat flashed in her mind instinctively she knew! As did the mothers!

Not only was I castrated that morning but also Tosha’s entire stable of big-balled males!

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Castration is Love

“Bare Blades” magazine article (fake)

Leaving contact info in comments

Don’t do it.

I will not permit it.

BDSMLR blogs

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Another BDSMLR castration blog I enjoy is TheUnkindestCut. Here it is.

I have a BDSMLR blog as well but it’s mostly devoted to fembois and futas.

A couple clarifications

Aunt Cassie: This is a pen name. I am not a female. I am not anyone’s mistress.

Castration-is-Love: This is meant to be ironic, similar to Orwell’s “Ignorance is Strength”, “Freedom is Slavery”. In the context of the fantasy favored on the blog castration is, in fact, the rankest contempt.

Surgical castrations: The primary focus of this blog is on the power dynamics between women and men. The actual gory details of a castration are, in general, irrelevant, distracting and distasteful.

I don’t aim to be all things to all people. If you don’t share my perspective then go somewhere else.

“Castration World” by ADMIN

The whole world’s gone castration crazy!

Castration had become so openly accepted, so prevalent and commonplace that the power dynamics between the sexes was greatly reversed.

Due to clothing and behavioral differences, the difference between an intact male and a castrated one was glaringly obvious, making an intact male feel exposed and vulnerable, an object of pursuit by predatory females, each wishing to be the one that would get to castrate him.

All women were suspect. Femme fatales, mousy girls, motherly older ones. You could never be sure if a female was being nice to you because they really felt friendly or because they had an ulterior motive.

Inexpensive DIY castration kits became available in department stores, drugstores and supermarkets. Many tattoo and piercing parlors also offered castration services. Many strip clubs, night clubs and singles bars offered a quickie-castration room in the back.

Many one-night-stand dates often ended with a trusting male losing his testicles to a cunning young lady.

Simple, routine medical and dental appointments ofen ended with the patient being castrated.

While most males were shy and apprehensive some men loved the attention and flaunted their intact status and teased predatory women with the possibility of their submitting to ‘the snip’. These were called ‘Super Studs’. They also loved to play hard-to-get. They really made the women work hard to get what they wanted. A woman was always proudest when she had managed to bag a trophy from a prominent Super Stud.

Women used many cunning tricks.

Female-led governments institute systematic castrations as a form of ‘social hygiene’.

Castration themed jewelry and accessories became popular. Many women flaunted scrotum change purses. ‘Trophy’ necklaces showing one faux testicle per male castrated by the wearer were popular.

Special clinic/dungeon clubs for castration fetishists and their female partners sprang up. “C’mon, honey, let me take you to the club.”

Sex workers and brothels add castration as a standard service.

Tacky (from intact) and Keeper became slang for the intact.

Bachelorette parties hire intact male strippers that they can castrate at the end of the evening.

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RuptureDiscussion

Talking about women using rupture in every day life as self-defense and punishment

Women Castrating Strangers

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The first man I castrated was actually a stranger. He bumped into me on the street and I thought it was rude so I pulled him into an alley and kicked him in the groin about 20 times. He fainted so I pulled his scrotum out of his pants and noticed both balls were badly ruptured.

How many others have you castrated?

I’ve castrated 3 other men and have ruptured only one testicle on 4 other boys.

Wow is good to be back with my ex again, thank you Dr Ekpen for the help, I just want to let you know that is reading this post in case you are having issues with your lover and is leading to divorce and you don’t want the divorce, Dr Ekpen is the answer to your problem. Or you are already divorce and you still want him/her contact Dr Ekpen the spell caster now on (ekpentemple@gmail.com) and you will be clad you did

Annie could you castrate me if I compensate you, and do it as a castration party gift to you, with all your friends to watch as I suffer the ultimate for your.

Well it would be nice to hear from a great gal as to my post, any good reply would be appreciated, with your true feelings

I’d very much love to be castrated

As a man this is why I support rupture. I know if I say or do the wrong thing then that woman might take a testicle and make it painful. Knowing this does make me think more about my behavior.

Would you mind if a woman you knew took one of your nuts?

If i did something wrong and that is the punishment she wanted then I would cooperate and try to handle the pain.

I would love to have my nuts taken or ruptured I have wanted it for a long time

Why did your wife want you castrated? Did she do this because she found it sexually arousing. A way to show her power and control over you that she could do something as intimate as removing your balls totally. From both your surprise that you could still get erections the removal of your balls was meant I presume to end your ability to get erect. Does she show you off at nudist events to show her power so that everybody can see that she removed your balls. Also it would be interesting to know if she encourages other women to have their men castrated. Also why are you happy that she castrated you. I know men who want their balls kicked and some that want to be castrated. Was it just because you think it looks nicer to have no balls?

It was totally power and control. Yes, she does bring people’s attention to the fact I have no balls, and compliments other men on their low hanging scrotums, and asks me if I like them, too.
I don’t know if she has ever encouraged other women to do this, although she does ask them their opinion on how they like the look. Most really enjoy seeing me like this. She wants me to always sit with my legs spread, so I am fully exposed for anyone to see.
I’m happy about, it, because we both love the look. She enjoys having men humiliate me about having no balls when I am giving them blow jobs. She loves to watch me suck cocks, and reminds me every time that no one will ever suck my cock again in my life.

I castrated a complete stranger when I was a teenager. It was a teenage boy and he was laying on a secluded part of the beach wearing speedos. He was hot and his balls were just bulging out of the Speedo. They were begging to be crushed! By that point I had kicked boys in the balls but hadn’t castrated anyone. Anyway, he was sleeping. One friend grabbed his legs, the other his arms. He was startled awake. I was standing over him between his legs. We were all wearing bikinis. Before he could struggle I raised my foot night and smashed it down onto the soft cushion between his legs. It was such a wonderful feeling to feel his soft bits go crunch under my heel. I didn’t pop them on the first stomp though. My plan had been just one, but I couldn’t help myself! I had to continue. I raised my foot and stomped him again, and again. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. On the 10th stomp I heard something and could feel something give way. My friend felt between his legs and said I destroyed a nut! I keep stomping and after a few more I destroyed the other one! We all took turns playing with his mush. Hehe. We made fun of him as he cried and told him he was no longer a boy. It was lots of fun. Then we left.

I would love that. Held down and balls crushed, gone forever.

You are crazy! You sound like you would castrate a boy and completely ruin his life and have fun doing it! You my dear are nuts! So if I caught my daughter doing something like pull some boys pants down for fun I could have her clitoris removed! Why don’t we just, at birth cut all the girls clitoris’ out and castrate all the boys because girls do a lot of unnecessary bullying themselves so once they leave moms belly we fix them both! My daughter once tore the tag off her mattress the one that says punishable by law if removed.should I cut her clitoris out you guys are willing to castrate your sons for something as petty as slighting some girl you people have completely flipped!you should have never had a son to begin with! You are all sick!

I was castrated as a boy by a stranger. I thought I was ahead of this girl in line for ice cream but she thought she was ahead of me. Anyways, I got the ice cream first but her mom gave me a hard time.
I left the shop and they followed. I was like 10. They caught up with me in a little park near the shop that I was cutting through. The mom grabbed me and turned me around. I just remember looking at her black pointy toe pumps. And then I remember this flash and this HORRIBLE piercing feeling between my legs. Turns out at that moment that her pointy toe was obliterating my right nut. Before my brain could even process it, she let out another kick. And I remember this sickening sound as my last nut was destroyed. I stood there in shock. I remember the cold, triumphant look in the woman’s eyes, knowing she had just castrated this boy she didn’t know. And her daughter was laughing so hard. I’m sure I made their day. The pain soon overwhelmed me. I was a rolling mess on the ground. I lay there for over an hour, shivering in shock and in absolute agony. When I got home my mom checked my balls. Her face was shocked. She felt them and I screamed. I could see something was terribly wrong from my mom’s face. I went to the hospital. After examination a female nurse told me and my mom that both of my balls were ruptured. Neither could be repaired. They would cut open my sac and remove the “remnants”. I remember how casually the nurse explained this shocking and life changing news. It happened quite often she said. And soon I had the surgery and woke up and I had nothing left in my sac.

Now later in life I realize that the woman was completely justified in castrating me. If I was rude at 10, I could have been much more agressive later in life.

Bro that’s messed up. U were ten, u never got a chance to realize what being horny felt like. Or even just going through puberty

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Больше не болтается.. (только для самых смелых девочек)

уже ведь практически вечер, да? ведь уже можно писать на такие темы?

Завидное положение евнухов, сволочной брат певца Фаринелли и убедительная дрянь крестьянин Селиванов

Бог придумал людей двуполыми, соорудив из ребра Адама его подружку Еву. Многие настаивают, что бог тут ни при чем — все сделала эволюция; и не из ребра, а путем естественного отбора, но в данном случае нет никакой разницы. Кое-какие различия мужчины и женщины видны невооруженным глазом, что на протяжении тысячелетий вдохновляло отдельных представителей человечества на изощренные хирургические эксперименты.

Висит, болтается зачем-то. А если отрезать?

Евнухи: на госслужбу — без яичек

Вопреки стереотипам евнухи занимали видное место не только в арабских и османских гаремах, где служили, не имея чисто технической возможности нанести ущерб поголовью наложниц.

Евнух, охраняющий гарем. Тунис, 1931 год

Отсекание тестикул (часто вместе с пенисом), с одной стороны, вроде бы принижало социальный статус оскопленного, а с другой придавало ему ряд новых весьма полезных для карьеры качеств.

Принято считать, что впервые лишать мальчиков первичных половых признаков начали в древней Ассирии. В 19 веке до н. э. там догадались назначать евнухов наместниками завоеванных земель: считалось, что без тестостерона они утрачивали мужской характер и не были способны на мятеж.

Ф. ФАСКЕ. В ГАРЕМЕ. (МАЛЬЧИК-ЕВНУХ ДЕРЖИТ ПОДНОС С ФРУКТАМИ).

Традиционно евнухами становились мальчики-рабы в возрасте от 10 до 17/18 лет, которым была проведена операция полной или частичной кастрации (см. выше почему предпочитали черненьких).

Иногда евнухом мог стать и взрослый мужчина, если он желал карьерного продвижения именно в гаремной иерархии (пример тому – начальник белых евнухов при Селиме II, Мураде III и Мехмеде III, венецианец либо венгр по разным источникам- Газанфер-ага).

ну..как бы Газанфер..ага

Царские особы вообще обожали евнухов. Это касается Древнего Рима, и Византии, и Древнего Китая. Прежде всего им приходилось прислуживать хозяевам: мыть, одевать, исполнять функции личного референта. В Древнем Риме поэты посвящали им стихи, восхищаясь вечной молодостью (у них не росли усы и борода).

Нередки случаи, когда евнухи делали стремительную карьеру: среди них были консулы и полководцы. Хозяева жизни им доверяли и очень любили, иногда буквально: персидский евнух Багой был любовником Александра Македонского, который не стеснялся целовать его на людях (фу-у!).

твои красные труселя так и манят меня, Михалыч..

В Османской империи группировка при гареме султана представляла собой весьма властную полумафиозную структуру.

это наша корова и мы ее доим..

Часто евнухи делали себе карьеру и становились чиновниками, военачальниками или советниками хозяина.

К примеру, евнух Тайцзиян планировал всю систему орошения земель в Китае. Кастрат Гуо Шоуцзин построил для великого хана Хубилая большой канал близ Пекина. Евнух Лю Чин даже правил всей Срединной империей — с 1505 по 1510 год — при малолетнем императоре Ви-Цу.

Между тем, кастрация, особенно частичная, часто не лишала человека мужских гормонов, и порой евнухи испытывали мучение оттого, что находились в обществе прекрасных женщин. Вот как описывал свои терзания один страдалец: «Я поступил в сераль, где все внушало мне сожаление о моей утрате. Ежеминутно я ощущал волнение чувств; тысячи природных красот раскрывались передо мною, казалось, только для того, чтобы повергнуть меня в отчаяние… Всякий раз, как я сопровождал женщину к ложу моего господина, всякий раз, как я раздевал ее, я возвращался к себе с яростью в сердце и со страшной безнадежностью в душе… Помню, как однажды, сажая женщину в ванну, я почувствовал такое возбуждение, что разум мой помутился, и я осмелился коснуться рукой некоего места на ее теле… Придя в себя, я подумал, что настал мой последний день. Однако мне посчастливилось, и я избежал жесточайшего наказания».

Впрочем, отсутствие полового члена отнюдь не мешало евнухам ласкать красавиц, и, пока правители были заняты своими делами, евнухи отнюдь не скучали в обществе их жен.

Тем более что среди кастратов ходила легенда — в результате постоянных сексуальных контактов половые органы вырастут снова. И евнухи ласкали чужих наложниц, впрочем, при этом страшно боясь мести правителя. Китайский евнух Ли Го был неосторожен, и на теле наложниц оставались укусы и синяки. Его хозяин обнаружил эти следы, и поскольку вход в гарем был запрещен всем, кроме императора и евнуха, то вычислить виновника не составило особого труда. Страшная кара обрушилась на Ли Го: он был приговорен к разрезанию на мелкие куски.

Евнух Вэй отвечал за гарем императора Цяньлуна. Вэй настолько уверовал в свое могущество, что поссорился с главным министром и перестал его замечать. В ответ главный министр сообщил императору, что его евнухи резвятся в гаремах. Министр предложил немедленно подвергнуть евнухов повторной операции, и, естественно, в первую очередь подвергли мучительной пытке главного евнуха — Вэя…

В общем, евнухам жилось так хорошо, что иные небогатые родители сами лишали мужского достоинства своих детей в надежде пристроить потом на сытную государеву службу. Почти всегда и везде оскопление было запрещено, но евнухов меньше не становилось: их ввозили с завоеванных территорий или находили лазейки в законе. То, что, большинство прооперированных умирали из-за потери крови и антисанитарии, никого не останавливало.

Певцы-кастраты: верхнее ля в четырех октавах

Вековая практика кастрации привела к тому, что евнухи вообще никого не смущали и никто их не жалел.

Рано или поздно обратили внимание на специфические голоса кастратов. Они не просто высокие, а при этом еще мощные. Так и не пережив пубертата, кастрированный певец взрослел, а его связки становились нежными и сильными одновременно. Талантливый кастрат намного превосходил по вокальным возможностям женщину с классическим сопрано. В Константинополе кастратное пение было известно аж с IX века. Дело зашло так далеко, что под кастратов начали писать специальные партии.

Было время, в папской капелле выступали сплошь мальчики-кастраты и добропорядочным католикам это казалось нормальным.

В 1994 году режиссер Жерар Корбьо снял фильм «Фаринелли-кастрат» ( был номинирован на «Оскар», но в сражении за самую помпезную премию Farinelli пал под натиском наших «Утомленным солнцем») про знаменитого итальянского певца XVIII века, под голос которого сочинял Гендель.

Этот изысканный «костюмный» фильм обращён к скользкой и до той поры не культивировавшейся в кино теме — многовековой традиции оскопления мальчиков-певцов. Перед тем как приступить к съёмкам бельгийский режиссёр Жерар Корбьо смог отыскать лишь одну запись профессионального певца-кастрата.

Это была пластинка Алессандро Морески, умершего в далёком 1922-м году. Пение «последнего кастрата» произвело на Корбьо ужасающее впечатление, поскольку, по его собственному признанию, больше напоминало старушечьи завывания.

Современный человек не может себе представить, как звучал голос кастрата. В начале XX века были сделаны граммофонные записи пения последних кастратов, однако не известна точная скорость, с которой эти записи надо прослушивать, а даже небольшое замедление или ускорение сильно искажает звук.

Запись единственного дошедшего до нас певца-кастрата. МОРЕСКИ АЛЕССАНДРО (СОПРАНО, ПОСЛЕДНИЙ ПЕВЕЦ-КАСТРАТ) Записано на фонографические валики в 1902 – 1903 годах.

Тогда бельгиец решил создать голос, каких ещё не знала природа.

Он вознамерился реконструировать пение Фаринелли с помощью самых новейших на тот момент технологий (в частности компьютера IRCAM) и создать тем самым новый «синтетический вокал». В итоге он был синтезирован из мужского и женского голосов (тоже своего рода хирургическое вмешательство) — американского контртенора Дерека Ли Рейджина и сопрано польской певицы Эвы Годлевской.

Только лишь на одно их сведение звукооператорам понадобилось полгода кропотливого труда. В итоге получилось нечто абсолютно органичное, но совершенно невероятное и не имеющее аналогов в природе — голосовой андрогин с диапазоном в три с лишним октавы. Распознать ненатуральность этой производной могут, скорее всего, только специалисты-профессионалы.

Фаринелли оскопил собственный брат — из опасений, что такой чудесный голос исчезнет. Певец был так популярен, что на закате карьеры испанский король Филипп V пригласил его жить к себе во дворе и петь ему каждый день.

Своим пением Фаринелли в течение многих лет спасал от депрессии испанского короля, помочь которому не мог ни один врач.

Позже Фаринелли стал видным, как бы сейчас сказали, режиссером и продюсером — сам ставил оперы.

1. Слово «кастрат» имеет индийское происхождение, будучи производным от санскритского sastram — «нож».

2. В Средние века врачи применяли кастрацию для профилактики помешательства, эпилепсии и подагры.

3. Многие племена в Эфиопии до сих пор используют кастрацию как казнь — дабы лишить военнопленных возможности иметь потомство.

4. В Италии начиная с XVI века кастрировать мог всякий, даже деревенский цирюльник. В деревнях, на улицах можно было встретить такие вывески: «Кастрируем! Чисто и дешево».

6. Операция никогда не производилась до достижения мальчиком семилетнего возраста и редко после двенадцати лет. Сама операция была очень быстрой.

7. Сексуальная жизнь у большинства кастратов была очень бурной: кастрация не препятствовала ни эрекции, ни семяизвержению (они страдали бесплодием, но не бессилием).

8. После кастрации голос мальчика не мутировал, то есть не становился октавой ниже, как у других подростков, а оставался высоким, полудетским-полуженским и мог быть затем поставлен в промежутке между альтом и сопрано.

9. Представление о примадонне как о капризной и взбалмошной исполнительнице сформировалось под влиянием поведения кастратов, которые в XVII–XVIII веках играли роль современных звезд. Например, кастрат Маркези настаивал, чтобы независимо от содержания оперы импресарио и сочинители давали ему возможность предстать перед публикой на вершине холма, с мечом и в шлеме, украшенном белыми и красными перьями, и чтобы первыми словами были: «Dove son io?» («Где я?»). А для того чтобы певец Ферри смог добраться и спеть для шведской королевы Кристины, было объявлено двухнедельное перемирие между Швецией и Польшей.

10. Знаменитые кастраты получали за свои выступления огромные гонорары, вызывая зависть у остальных певцов. Певец ла Габриелли запросил у Екатерины II за свое выступление пять тысяч дукатов. Императрица была возмущена и заявила, что у нее ни один фельдмаршал столько не получает, но ла Габриелли не моргнув отвечал: «Отлично, Ваше Величество, вот и заставьте их петь!» Екатерина II заплатила пять тысяч.

11. В середине XVII века католическая миссия преподнесла в подарок царю Алексею Михайловичу певца-кастрата. Узнав о насилии, совершенном над его человеческим естеством, царь от «подарка» отказался.

В отличие от кастратов, голос контртенора имеет абсолютно естественное происхождение: после возрастной мутации голосового аппарата такие певцы сохраняют способность петь сопрано или альтом, причём, в большинстве случаев, это никак не связано ни с гормональными проблемами, ни с сексуальной ориентацией.

Скопцы-молодцы: редкий вид безумия

Если взять что-то совершенно безумное и обозвать это религией, многие всерьез заинтересуются и безумия не заметят. В XVIII веке в России возникла секта, члены которой ради того, чтобы бы быть ближе к Богу, соглашались отнять у себя все лишнее. Крестьянин Орловской губернии Кондратий Селиванов призвал народ избавиться от лепости, то есть сладострастия, путем огненного крещения. Рассказывать об этом страшно, но надо.

Яички разбивали молотком, а потом кожу мошонки отжигали каленым железом. Впоследствии, правда, яички стали просто отрезать, а рану прижигать. Наиболее истовые члены секты спустя время решались на вторую операцию и избавлялись от «срамного уда». Женщинам отрезали груди и клитор.

ГЛАВАРЬ БАНДЫ СКОПЦОВ КОНДРАТИЙ СЕЛИВАНОВ. МЕЖДУ ПРОЧИМ, СЕБЯ ОН ОСКОПИЛ САМ. МЕРЗКИЙ БЫЛ ТИП.

Адепты секты практиковали «радения»: становились в кружок, брались за руки и подпрыгивали по той или иной схеме несколько часов подряд, доводя себя до полнейшего исступления.

Полуграмотные сектанты, как это ни смешно, считали скопцами апостолов и некоторых русских царей.

Как в их головах укладывались догмы собственной веры и факт ее уничтожения собственными руками, непонятно. Ведь если все оскопятся, скопцов со временем совсем не останется!

Секта насчитывала до 6 тысяч членов. К счастью, царизм вовремя распознал гадину: прошли суды, сопротивляющихся отправили в Сибирь.

Более 20 лет о Селиванове не было ничего слышно. Тем не менее в 1795 году он вернулся из Сибири и поехал сразу в Москву. Он объявил не больше и не меньше как себя мужем императрицы — Петром III, который на самом деле скончался после государственного переворота в тюрьме. К слову, Кондратий уверял, что он, Петр III, оскопился ещё во время брака с Екатериной, из-за чего в постели у них были, мягко говоря, проблемы. В 1796 году Кондратия арестовали и отправили в Петербург.

«Ты — мой отец?!»

Император Павел I — сын скончавшихся к тому моменту императора Петра III и императрицы Екатерины II — решил посмотреть на «папу». По легенде, между ними состоялся следующий диалог.

— Ты мой отец? — спросил Павел.

— Я греху не отец. Прими моё дело, и я признаю тебя своим сыном, — заявил хитрый крестьянин Селиванов.

После этого его, естественно, отправили в Обуховский дурдом. В 1802 году, уже при императоре Александре I, его выпустили и отправили в богадельню при Смольном монастыре. Предводитель секты своей дури не прекращал. Так, он умудрился склонить к кастрации статского советника Российской империи Алексея Елянского, ряд офицеров и представителей знати.

В 1804 году Елянский отправил Александру I проект «переустройства Российской империи«. В нём предлагалось Селиванова сделать духовным учителем императора, а в армию отправить сектантов, которых русская церковь официально признает и пострижёт в монахи.

Идеи скопцов оказались весьма живучи — после революции уже Советский Союз вновь судит неугомонных сектантов.

Так, в 1929 году в Ленинграде состоялся судебный процесс над скопцами. Среди прочего, их обвиняли и в использовании наёмного труда.

В материалах дела значится, к примеру, что родной дядя уговорил 15-летнего Андрея Пивдунена оскопиться, обещая золото и шубы. Когда условие было выполнено, мальчика заставили «работать не покладая рук». Так прошло два года, а потом подростка выгнали из дома за то, что он требовал денег.

По всей видимости, единичные приверженцы редкого извращения встречаются до сих пор.

Укол — и больше не мужик

Современная человеческая цивилизация имеет какой-никакой багаж гуманизма, а потому мальчиков давно не кастрируют ни по прихоти глав государств, ни искусства ради. Но легальная кастрация все равно существует — для преступников. И даже не надо ничего отрезать.

Оскару Уайлду в повезло, в 1895 году его просто отправили в тюрьму.

А ВОТ АЛАНУ ТЬЮРИНГУ ПОВЕЗЛО НЕ ОЧЕНЬ. В 1952 ГОДУ ПО РЕШЕНИЮ СУДА ЕМУ ПРИШЛОСЬ ПРОЙТИ КУРС ХИМИЧЕСКОЙ КАСТРАЦИИ — ГОМОСЕКСУАЛИЗМ И ТОГДА ВСЕ ЕЩЕ СЧИТАЛСЯ В ВЕЛИКОБРИТАНИИ ПРЕСТУПЛЕНИЕМ.

Во многих странах давно практикуют химическую кастрацию — например, в США, Германии, Польше. Считается, что она оправдывает себя: сексуальные насильники становятся не способными не рецидив и можно не тратиться на их содержание в тюрьме. Гормон, напрочь лишающий либидо, надо колоть раз в три месяца.

В 2015 году химическую кастрацию ввела и и Россия — только для педофилов и со странной оговоркой: «с согласия осужденного». Очередей из желающих не видно: насильники предпочитают досидеть срок или выйти по УДО с работающим репродуктивным органом. Тем более, что за согласие на химкастрацию срок не срезают.

Источники: teleprogramma.про, klukva-sugar.livejournal.ком, velikolepnyj.ру

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но ничего в голову не пришло, поэтому спрошу следующее:
кого бы выбрали евнухом в свой гарем

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Who is the artist that drew the image with the pile of dicks on the penectomy conveyer belt

Sorry. Found it on Gurochan and no source was given there. Also, saucenao.com comes up empty.

Emikochan did another commission a while back that you may like. I think she posted only on baraag.

Thanks! I love that illustration. I went to baraag and found a bigger one. Haven’t really found any other good castration ones yet. There was one with a creature collecting balls in a bag but I didn’t like it that much. Anyway, thanks for the tip!

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Австралийца, который проводил добровольные кастрации на заднем дворе своего дома, выпустили из тюрьмы

Австралийский электрик, проводивший кастрации на заднем дворе своего дома и снимавший это на видео (а еще у него в холодильнике обнаружили тестикулы старика), освобожден из тюрьмы с условным сроком. Суд принял во внимание тот факт, что жертвы шли на операцию по собственному желанию. Они называют себя «добровольными евнухами».

Как сообщает VICE, 28-летний Райан Эндрю Кинг был арестован полицией Квинсленда в прошлом году по обвинению в «действиях, направленных на нанесение увечий». Незадолго до этого он провел хирургическую операцию 26-летнему гражданину Китая в туристическом общежитии в Брисбене. «Пациента» пришлось госпитализировать после того, как ему отрезали яички. Заметившие это работники больницы ожидаемо вызвали полицию.

При последующем обыске в дома Кинга было обнаружено несколько медицинских инструментов и отсеченное яичко. Оно принадлежало 65-летнему мужчине из Виктории, которого Кинг оперировал в мотеле в Логанхолме в 2019 году. До этого, в 2018 году, Кинг отрезал этому мужчине другую тестикулу и пенис.

Известно, что Кинг познакомился с обоими своими пациентами на сайте «добровольных евнухов». Там он рекламировал услуги кастрации.

65-летний мужчина признался, что страдал от дисфории гениталий, то есть ему они попросту доставляли эстетическое неудовольствие. На суде он встал на защиту Кинга, заявив, что «бесконечно благодарен Райану за то, что он дал ему возможность наслаждаться жизнью».

Второй пациент, 26-летний парень из Китая, хотел стать нейтральным в гендерном отношении и говорит, что «мечтал быть евнухом» с детства. После операции он торжественно спустил свои тестикулы в унитаз, чтобы их нельзя было извлечь и пришить обратно.

Даже прокурор был вынужден признать, что «пациенты были заинтересованы в удалении гениталий». Кроме того, оба дали согласие на съемку процедуры на камеру и размещение отснятого материала в Интернете. За это Кинг провел операции бесплатно.

Никакого медицинского образования у Райана Кинга нет, он научился кастрации по гайдам в интернете. Кроме того, Кинг страдает от целого ряда заболеваний. У него СДВГ, синдром Аспергера, а также синдром Клайнфельтера, при котором мальчик рождается с дополнительной X-хромосомой и, как следствие, маленькими гениталиями.

В итоге суд, приняв во внимание тот факт, что жертвы выступили на его стороне, назначил ему условный срок. Ранее сообщалось, что австралийская полиция расследует деятельность подпольной фетиш-сцены в Брисбене, участники которой добровольно идут на кастрацию. Однако полиция не считает, что эти дела как-то связаны друг с другом.

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