[BALLBUSTING] [SURGERY] A Just Reward

He woke up in a hospital bed, freshly bandaged elbows where IV’s have been taken out. He felt a dull ache on his pelvis.

“...should be released later today, as soon as the paperwork is done.” A doctor was talking to a member of the Feminine Liberation Front. Ever since the women took over, men cowered in fear with the changes to the law enforcement policy changes of the past decade. He shivvered in his bed despite being under a warm sheet.

“Ah, the man is awake,” the FLF officer said, “We appreciate your help in apprehending and prosecuting the gynoterrorist. He’s been given a penectomy and prostatic regulator. He’ll feel ten times the normal sexual urges a man feels, but won’t have any way to resolve them. He’ll also be in a straightjacket until his arms atrophy enough he is no longer a worry to society. Thank you for your help.”

“Now to your situation,” the FLF officer continued. “You did push down a woman in the act of helping us get the terrorist. So there are penalties for that. Under normal situations castration would be the penalty for a man assaulting the superior sex. But, given the special circumstances, we decided a lesser penalty was appropriate. The judge, prosecutor, and victim agreed a scrotal degloving would suffice.”

“Scrotal…degloving?” He asked, He knew what each word meant, but couldn’t see how they’d possibly make sense together. He lifted the sheets.

Under his penis, his scrotum had been removed. No, that’s not totally correct, just the scrotal skin. His balls were still there, a sickly shade of pink, throbbing. He tentatively slid a hand down there, a finger tracing the scabbed line where his skin had been removed from his pelvis. A slight burning feeling emanated there, numb, distant, but still there

When his finger brushed against his vas deferens, the only thing keeping his testicle connected to his body, he felt an intense burning sensation. The salt from the sweat on his fingertips reacted with the unprotected organ, and he winced out loud.

“There there,” the FLF officer said with a smirk. “You still have all the essential equipment. You can still be a productive member of society. You can still masturbate, sire a child, still make a woman happy.

“You just have to be a bit more…careful.”