The Castration Nurse Will See Your Now
This Matriarchal society mandates castration. When a male’s musculoskeletal and nervous systems mature, he goes to the local Castration Clinic.
Once bound in the castration chair, the Nurse Castratrix begins teasing the male. Using sex toys, she brings him to maximum sexual arousal.
He becomes frantic with lust. Desperate for an orgasm. He seems about to come.
She chops off his scrotal sac. The Nurse Castratrix’s giggle as it hits the floor is one of the most heartbreaking sounds in a man’s life.
She cauterizes the wound. Then sends him to the Chastity Nurse. T he latter coats the slave’s penis with a thick goo. Within an hour the goo bonds with phallic flesh and hardens.
A form fitting immovable chastity device prevents any possible erection. Men stay locked and limp for the rest of their lives.
Men with bad marks – for misbehavior, impertinence – undergo a longer, painful castration.
The slave goes to a small room with padded walls and floor. Wrists, ankles are shackled and chained together behind his back.
The Castration Nurse locks an elastrator band around his scrotal sac. Leaves.
Unspeakable agony follows. He writhes on the floor bouncing off the padded walls.
A few days later the nurse returns to cut off the black dead tissue.
Men’s egos die with their testicles. Shorn of manhood males settle down into lives of dedicated servitude.