Male Correction Center part 3

Derek walked back with his head down. He had just heard one of the worst things in his life. An accident. A damn accident. They'll castrate him like some loser, and then blame it all on the accident. And they'll do it in some disgusting way.

What should I do? he asked himself. Run away from here? Run away in the middle of the night? Maybe I'll steal a stun gun, take a hostage, preferably one of those three bitches, and get the fuck out of here. But what if they catch me? Technically, this place is a substitute for prison. If they catch me, they'll probably send me back there. But maybe for a shorter time? Or maybe some other bitches will take care of me. Or maybe they'll send me to a different ward altogether. Then I'd act like the biggest pussy. I'd have to. I'm sorry I ran away, I was scared. Yes, ma'am, okay, ma'am. If you have to, I won't argue with you, ma'am. Just so they wouldn't go crazy like those three whores here.

They hated him, for sure. And why? Because of some rape? Their job is to take care of the inmates, not to choose which ones they'll treat the worst. Fucking women. How I hate them. They're abusing me, that's for sure. When they turned on that machine, it spun as fast as a fucking chopper. The other machine. Not only did that bitch spin more than three times, but she also asked some fucking stupid questions.

He grimaced at the thought of what his balls had just experienced. No one had ever pulled his balls before, strange as that may sound. And that slut had pulled them so low, it felt like they were about to detach. Bitch. Allison, you bitch. Fucking white bitch. She's lost her mind from too many rights. She should lose them and go back to the kitchen.

He entered the bedroom. He approached his bed, only to see Flynn standing by the nightstand. He immediately moved toward him. When Flynn saw him, he put his hands up.

“Don't come any closer,” he said.

“I'll kill you,” Derek replied.

He crossed the entire length of the building and approached him. He pushed him, and even though Flyn was much taller than him, he flew backwards like a doll. He fell on his ass. Dereck grabbed him by the hair and pulled him.

“Ouch! Let me go.”

“Why the fuck did you lie, you piece of shit?”

“Fuck off!“

”I'll knock all your teeth out.“

”Security!“

He threw him to the ground again.

”There's no security here, you idiot. Did you have such a problem about this morning that you decided to help them castrate me?“

”I see that unfortunately it didn't work out.“

When Derek heard that, he got even more angry. He kicked him in the stomach and put his foot on his head.

“Security!”

"I'll crush your skull.”

He was furious. He squeezed Flynn's head with his legs slightly apart, his right leg higher than his left because it was resting on Flynn's head. His balls were perfectly exposed. He was so angry that he didn't notice when she approached.

A hand in a black glove appeared beneath him. One of the security guards grabbed his defenseless hanging testicles. She pulled them back immediately, high behind his ass.

“Aaaaaa!” Derek squealed, more like a girl.

He bent over and started walking backwards. The pain was excruciating. His balls were already swollen from what had happened earlier. The security guard had small hands, but she grabbed them whole. She had him by his balls, literally. And she pulled him backwards. He was like her dog.

“Ow, ow, ow, stop! Please!” he screamed for nothing.

She didn't listen to him, though. She held his testicles high so that he had to bend forward the whole time and walked backward. Far enough away that Flynn was safe. The whole time, she made sure to squeeze them as hard as she could.

“Let go, please!“

”No fighting,“ she said.

”Okay, okay, let go!“

”Is that clear?“

”Yes, yes, let go, damn it.“

She pulled them even higher.

”AAAAaaa! Damn it! You bitch!“

”I asked if that was clear.“

”Yes, yes!“

”Yes what?”

“Yes, it's clear, ma'am.“

She let him go. Derek fell to the ground and curled up in a ball, like a boy who had been kicked in the balls. The security guard stood over him with her head bowed.

”If this happens again, there will be consequences,” she added and walked away.

Flynn looked at Derek and chuckled.

“She had you by the balls.”

“Shut up,” Derek replied barely audibly.

“What's the point of all those muscles? She was tiny,” he added with a smile.

"You'll see... When I find you in the future.”

They were left alone in the room for the rest of the day. Derek sat on the bed and kept checking his testicles. They had never been through such horror in one day before. The most he had ever experienced was being kicked in the balls by his girlfriend once. But that was just once in a day, and she was punished for it. But so many things in one day. It was awful. They were sore and sensitive to touch. Fuck, Derek thought. I'm going to have to go through the same thing tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If not worse. He sat there thinking about it. He wasn't happy thinking about another baseball bat hitting his testicles. His swollen testicles.

In the afternoon, they had lunch. Derek sat down with Mailo again, and the boy told him about Edith. With every passing second, he became more and more convinced that this Latino slut was the most psychopathic of them all. Mailo spent an hour in the white room, strapped to the table, while that slut destroyed his balls without stopping for a second. Fortunately, the boy's testicles survived. He was lucky. There were boys whose sessions with her lasted two or three hours. Those guys could say goodbye to ever having children.

“There was this guy named Dave,” Mailo told him. ”I have no idea what he did, and I don't want to know, but he was with her for four hours. He didn't leave on his own. He was carried out by paramedics and put in the back of an ambulance. They didn't send him back, because why would they?”

In the evening, they had dinner, and after that, all the boys had to take a shower. It was literally like being in prison. Everyone stood at their own tap, and several security guards walked around in circles, making sure nothing was happening. All of them were holding police batons, ready for action. Derek wasn't a fag, so he didn't want to look at other people's crotches, but he couldn't help himself. One guy, about twenty-five years old, had balls the size of oranges. It took Derek a moment to realize that they were swollen and red. He didn't even want to think about what that guy had been through. Derek started washing below the waist and, like everyone else, was careful. Apparently, everyone had sore balls that had taken a beating today.

After the shower, they returned to their beds. It was getting late, and Derek thought they had forgotten about his punishment. He was wrong. Cory came at nine o'clock.

“Come on,“ she said.

”Can't we postpone this until tomorrow?“ he asked.

”Come on, or I'll drag you by your balls.“

He got up resignedly and went. As he passed the other beds, the boys looked at him with sympathy.

He followed Cory wherever she led him. It was already dark and cold outside. In the background, he could hear a boy crying. When they arrived, Allison and Edith were already there. They were standing by the table. The table had straps for his hands. And the table legs had straps for his legs. Behind the table was a thin metal pipe with a flat piece of metal a few inches square on top. There was also a strap on it. It was also the height of the table. He looked at it and knew it was a damn table for his testicles.

“It's time for your punishment, Derek. Are you excited?“ Allison asked.

”No. What are you going to do to me?“ he asked.

”You'll find out in a minute. Lie down on the table on your stomach. Your ass should be sticking out toward that metal pole.“

”I figured,” he replied.

He walked over and lay down. The girls came over and began to strap all his limbs down. They finished and stood in front of him, except for Cory. She grabbed his testicles and pulled them out from under his ass. She placed them on a smaller table and secured them with straps. His testicles were now rigidly positioned at the end of the sack. Cory, however, did not return. She stood behind him and fiddled with something. Derek heard the sounds of metal being screwed together. Finally, she finished and joined the rest of the girls.

They stood in front of him and smiled.

“Can we get this over with?” he asked.

“Do we really have to listen to him all the time?” Edith asked. It was the first time he had heard her voice.

“Good point, honey. Will you take care of it?” Allison asked.

“Of course.”

She walked over and came back with a rope.

“Seriously? You don't want me to beg or something?” he asked.

They didn't answer, just stared at him, smiling.

Edith put the rope in his mouth and tied it around his head. Now he couldn't say a word. She came back and stood next to the girls.

“You can't see it now,” Allison began. ‘So let me tell you about it. There's exactly the same metal stool above your balls. The only difference is that this one is mechanical. And I can control it with this.’ She took the remote control out of her pocket and showed it to him.

Derek looked on in shock. His testicles were trapped between two platforms. His swollen testicles, which had gone through hell today. And now they would go through it again, only this time they would feel everything twice as hard.

“There are several options on this remote,” she continued. “With each one, the upper stool will lower more and more. The first option is a gentle squeeze. Nothing painful. More than one guy would probably be happy that a girl wanted to grab his balls like that at all, and he could endure the slight discomfort. It will hurt you a little more. Well, you know why. Earlier, I fucked your balls up good with a baseball bat.

“What?“ Cory asked.

”I mean, Cory. Cory fucked your balls up. There’s a second option. A proper squeeze. Like when you pissed off your girlfriend and she uses all her strength on your pathetic testicles. Unfortunately, she’s not very strong, but you’d still rather not experience it. Third option. In this one, your girlfriend has superpowers. You'll beg her to let go. Hypothetically, of course, because you can't talk. And then there's the fourth option. In this one, you'll piss yourself. So, are you ready?

“Mhhhhh!” Derek began to protest. It was the only sound he could make.

"I'll take that as a yes.

She pressed one of the buttons on the remote control, and Derek heard a terrifying mechanical sound behind him. However, he didn't move for the time being. He couldn't do anything anyway, and he preferred to save his strength for later.

“Number one first,“ Allison added.

”Oh no!“ Cory said.

”What?“ Allison asked.

”It looks like you accidentally clicked button number five,“ Cory replied.

Derek's eyes widened. Fucking number five?

”MHHH!” he shouted.

Allison looked at the remote.

“Oh my gosh, you're right. Instead of number one, I clicked number five. The button that lowers the plate completely and leaves no space between them at all.“

”You have to fix it,“ Cory added.

”Of course,“ Allison said.

”Oh my gosh. It looks like the remote is broken,” Edith said.

“Indeed. No matter what I click, number five is still on,“ Allison commented without clicking anything on the remote control.

”It looks like there's nothing we can do,“ Edith said.

”Unfortunately, we're not mechanics,“ Cory said.

”Well, we tried our best to help you, Derek.“

”MHHHHHH!”

“I know, I know. We feel sorry for your testicles too. Okay, girls. Shall we go get something to eat?“

”Yes. I'm starving,“ said Edith.

They turned and started to walk away.

”MHHHHHHH!” Derek shouted after them, but to no avail. They didn't respond. After a moment, they disappeared.

He was alone. A terrifying metallic sound came from behind him. He didn't feel anything yet. But only for a moment. Suddenly, something cold touched his scrotum. A gentle, painless touch that turned into slight discomfort after a moment.

"MHHHHH!”

It was getting worse and worse. The slight discomfort turned into severe pain below his stomach. Derek couldn't do anything. He couldn't even push forward to pull his testicles out of the binding because the corner of the table was blocking him. The pain was getting worse. At one point, it was as bad as when that security guard squeezed his balls. At that moment, he was kicking with all his might.

"MHHHHHHHH!”

However, after a moment, this pain was replaced by an even worse one. He had no idea which button was responsible for this power, but he was sure that no girl could squeeze a boy's testicles so hard. His girlfriend had tried once, but when he hit her, she didn't want to do it anymore.

“MHHHHHHHHH!” he screamed as loud as he could.

The pain was getting worse. He felt like his balls were about to burst. It was worse than anything he had experienced here so far. It was as if someone had stood on his balls with all their weight. But there was nothing he could do. All he could do was endure the pain, knowing that he was about to lose his balls.

“MHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he cried out in an increasingly high-pitched voice. He was beginning to sound like Mailo when he was hit in the testicles with a baseball bat.

He would do anything to stop the pain. Anything. He would change. He would apologize and start living like a good Christian. But it was too late for that. His face showed what he was feeling now. The pain of crushed testicles. His two precious testicles. He loved to fuck, and in a moment, he was about to lose that ability. Those three bitches were going to castrate him.

He kicked, but to no avail. He screamed, but to no avail. He begged God for mercy, but to no avail.

He couldn't think anymore. The pain was indescribable. His two testicles were becoming flatter and flatter. He couldn't even scream anymore. He only squealed and had spasms, as if he had just come.

He felt that his testicles must already be pitifully flattened. Only seconds separated him from a loud pop. And then the machine stopped. The mechanical sound ceased. The pain did not intensify. It remained as it was, and it was the worst in the world.

Allison came out from the side. She stood next to him, and he could only see her thighs. He glanced up with the last of his strength and looked at her. His face was contorted in pain.

“Looks like I managed to fix the remote in time,” she said with a dark smile.

“Mhh!” Derek groaned.

“But I'll tell you, it was close. Looking at your testicles, they don't look much like eggs.” She crouched down and leaned closer to his suffering face. “Thank God I managed to handle the accident. It was close, and we would have had another castration on our hands.”

She removed the rope from his head.

“Please. Turn it off,” he moaned.

“Maybe I will. But first, tell me. Who is the typical male rapist scum?”

“I am. Please, it hurts.”

“It should. And who doesn’t deserve their testicles?”

“Me.”

“Exactly. You pig. You're lucky I'm in a good mood.“

She clicked the button and the pain began to subside.

”Oh God. Thank you, thank you, thank you.“

”Don't thank me. You'll be here for two more days."

She untied him and told him to fuck off. He did.