02Jan09d Bizarre minds damage boy (Fwd)

Greg's Castration 

This is the story of our son's castration. It's not an easy one to tell, and having our son castrated was probably the last thing we wanted done. He's sixteen now, and was castrated about six months ago; since the operation, he's definitely dealt with his "problem", and we're all happy that we went through with the procedure.

Greg's problem began when he was about fourteen. I began to notice him locking the door to his bedroom, and he wouldn't come out for hours. I began to find things in his room like Playboy magazine and other pornographic magazines; I confronted him about having these materials, and he said he felt bad, that he had found them behind a liquor store near our home.

He seemed better for a while; he was getting good grades in school, and I didn't find any more pornography in his bedroom. My husband and I encouraged him to get involved at our church, and he became active in the choir and other youth programs.

Last summer, my cousin visited with her son and her daughter. After dinner I went looking for Greg, and noticed that his door was locked; I knocked on his door, and heard voices. After more knocking and pleading, he finally came to the door. My cousin's daughter was in the room with him, and she had tears in her eyes. I asked Greg what was going on, and he said nothing. I was very upset, but didn't want my cousin to know anything, so I dropped the topic.

At breakfast the next morning, my husband and I asked Greg what really went on, and why he had my cousins' daughter alone in his locked room. Greg denied everything at first, and left the table for his room. My husband and I discussed what happened at length, and both agreed that Greg must have been molesting the girl; she was only seven at the time.

That night we gave Greg and ultimatum: either tell us everything, or we would be forced to consider sending him to a boy's academy; Greg knows about the academy, and has always resisted our offers to send him there. We were dead serious -- for his own good we felt he should be sent away for discipline and to deal with his problems.

When we spelled out what his choices were, Greg broke down and admitted everything. He said he only touched her chest, and was curious what it felt like. He also admitted that he had stolen pornographic materials from a magazine store. Needless to say, these admissions horrified my husband and I; his behavior went against everything we believed in and had raised him to be. We told Greg he had to go to the academy, probably for three years. Greg began to cry like a baby, and told us he'd do anything not to go there.

Being open-minded people, my husband and I offered Greg the opportunity of offering his own solution. Greg knew his sexual behavior was simply unacceptable, and we gave him 24-hours to come up with a solution.

My husband and I wracked our brains trying to come up with an answer. Should be take Greg to a councilor or a priest? We both agreed that Greg's sins were far too horrible to bring into a public forum; we didn't want to create a scandal that might effect Greg's and our lives in a bad way.

As we often do in times of crises, my husband opened the bible. After a few hours of quite reading, he came to me with a suggestion. Why don't we have Greg castrated? The bible clearly spelled this out as a viable option, a way for sinners to stay in the good graces of the lord. At first this idea seemed extreme, but making Greg a eunuch began to seem more and more like the best option for all of us.

We both agreed that it must be his decision; after all, he was the one who would have to have the procedure and live with the results for the rest of his life. We just wanted to make sure he got the care he needed to deal with his sexual problems.

The next morning at breakfast, my husband presented the idea. He said making Greg a eunuch must be ok with all of us; that Greg must want to be a eunuch. I told him that I supported the option, and that this would be the best choice, if he chose to make it. Greg had lots of questions like "Would it hurt?" "How long would it take?" "Who would perform the procedure, a doctor or a priest?" and "How would it effect my body?" and "Would I be interested in girls anymore?" and "Could I have a family still?"

I honestly didn't have the answer to these questions. I told Greg that if he would think about this options, I would find out all the answers for him. My husband read Greg several passages from the bible relating to eunuchs, and Greg seemed to understand. He asked us if he was made a eunuch if he could still live at home; we told him of course, this would completely solve our problem with his unwanted sexual behavior.

We set a date of two weeks for Greg to make the decision; we wanted it to be his. I scoured the internet for information on castration and it's effects on the male body, and found several doctors who were willing to help us with our problem. One doctor in particular was very open to our dilemma; he described recently castrating a twenty-six year old male. He described how this man, his brother and his mother came to his office for the castration, which was done to cure the man's pedophilia. I described how young Greg was to the physician, and he expressed great concern. He explained that removing a boys testicles before puberty was complete could lead to feminization and a high voice. I assured the doctor that although Greg was only 15, he had the body of a man. I had seen Greg naked in the shower several times, and I could tell that his genitals were fully developed as a man as well. I assured the doctor that Greg had the physical maturity of an eighteen year old. The doctor agreed that castration was a viable option at that age.

I asked the doctor every question I could think of; I wanted Greg to be fully informed when he made his decision. I found out that the operation would completely destroy Greg's sexual impulses within a year of the operation; the effect might even kick in much quicker. My husband agreed that this would be good for Greg, and would cure him of his sexual problems. We found out that the operation is quick and painless; we would drive Greg to the clinic, he would receive a local anesthetic, and the doctor would perform the operation right in his office. The doctor described how it was a very simple procedure: a slice is made on the right side of the scrotum and through the various other layers, until the right testicle was free. The doctor would then pop the testicle outside the body, where he would tie off the cords that attach it to the body; when it was completely tied off, he would make the final cut, and sever the testicle completely from Greg's body. Then he'd repeat the same procedure on the left testicle; all that would be left inside Greg's scrotum would be the stumps from the various cords that connected his testicles to his body; these stumps would shrivel up over a course of several months, and his scrotum would shrivel up as well; he would be completely smooth underneath his penis, which would shrink approximately 45% in size. Greg would have no interest in sex whatsoever, and within a matter of months he'd be unable to attain an erection.

The more my husband and I found out about the procedure, the more we thought it would be the best choice for Greg. It would be painless and quick, and free him of impure sexual thoughts forever. We just wanted to make sure that he made the decision for himself and truly desired to be a eunuch.

The time had come for Greg to make a decision; we convened in the kitchen, and asked him if becoming a eunuch was what he wanted. I described to him how quick and easy the operation was, and how it would be done in a single afternoon; I described how nobody would know, the only change would be a slight shrinkage of his scrotum and penis, that nobody outside a locker room would ever be able to tell. We promised that we would excuse him from physical education classes at school if he might be uncomfortable around the other boys. Greg liked this idea. But he told us he wasn't ready to make the decision; he told us he had begun to have wet dreams, and was beginning to have fantasies of having sex with women; he was very confused by what was happening, and wanted to please us but still felt like he might want to have sex later in his life. We explained to him how dangerous his sexual impulses were and how they had almost destroyed our family; we reminded him that we could not tolerate any sexual behavior in our house; if we discovered any pornography or activity whatsoever, he would immediately be sent to the academy.

We didn't get an answer from Greg; I called the doctor who agreed to perform the procedure and asked him what to do. He advised my husband and I that boys at this age often identified primarily with their sexuality, and being castrated would not be acceptable during this developmental phase. We indicated that Greg was seemingly just on the edge of agreeing to the operation, and that we'd do anything to give him the final "push" to agree to the surgery. The doctor called me back a few days later, and suggested we start Greg on Premarin, a female hormone. He suggested we administer it to Greg with his meals, so he wouldn't even know he was on the hormone; in all likelihood, the doctor assured us, Greg would soon lose all interest in sex, and agree to having the operation.

The doctor send us 500 Premarin pills, with instructions to start slowly, then begin building up the dose over a course of four weeks; if we went to fast, Greg might notice, but if we started gradually, his sex drive would die almost unnoticeably.

Since we all take multi-vitamins every day, I began mixing a Premarin pill into capsules, and told Greg we were all increasing our intake of Iron; my husband and I took identicle looking capsules, only these did not contain Premarin. My husband and I knew we were being deceptive, but agreed that it was for Greg's own good, and that even if he didn't agree to the operation, at least the Premarin would give him a temporary reprieve from his sexual impulses.

After about two weeks, we began giving Greg the equivalent of about four Premarin pills a day; I ground them up into shakes and almost every other food he ate; we were very careful so he wouldn't taste anything odd (I began using much more spice with meals!) One of Greg's favorite foods is Yahoo chocolate drinks; I found I could grind up two Premarin pills and mix it into the Yahoo without any detectible flavor. Greg drank one of these at school, and one when he got home in the afternoon.

When we were up to five Premarin pills, I began to get concerned, because there didn't seem to be any effect on Greg. I called the doctor who was going to castrate Greg, and expressed my concern. He told me that hormones often took several weeks to kick in, especially in a young man whose body was putting out large quantities of male hormones on it's own. He suggested that we bump up Greg's hormone dose to six pills per day, but cautioned not to go beyond this; any more and we risked liver damage, or the possibility of breast development; is it was, we were to expect that Greg's breasts would become swollen and tender.

Now it was four weeks into Greg's hormone treatment. My husband and I had been watching him very closely for any changes or symptoms. This morning Greg came down to the breakfast table without his shirt on; both my husband and I noticed that his breasts appeared "pinkish" and slightly swollen. My husband asked him how he felt, and he told us he was very tired lately, and had been having strange nightmares.

About a week later we noticed his breasts we're getting slightly "pointy" at the nipples, but not much larger. Greg complained of feeling hot all the time, and said that he felt a constant ache in his groin and abdomin. I called the doctor, and he explained that this was normal, that Greg's body was shutting down production of his male hormones, and that his testicles would begin to atrophy at this point; he advised another three weeks of hormone treatment to assure that Greg's testicles stopped putting out testosterone and would atrophy; the doctor explained that we could expect his testicles to shrink by as much as 25% on the hormone doses we were giving him.

Three weeks went by, and the Premarin supply was getting low; we were also growing frustrated, and were ready for Greg to make his decision. Lately Greg was depressed and had stopped most physical activities; he mostly watched television. We called him down to the kitchen, and explained that we were giving him one last chance to agree to becoming a eunuch. He listened as we explained the procedure to him again, how it wouldn't be painful at all, and how nobody would know but us. We also explained that we loved him very much, and that we wanted this to be his decision. We talked about how he was depressed lately and seemed to be withdrawing; he agreed that he hadn't felt normal for weeks, and admitted that he was feeling suicidal. He explained that he hadn't felt any sexual impulses at all lately, and that it seemed like his testicles were shrinking; he explained that maybe God was punishing him, and he said he felt like he no longer needed the operation.

My husband and I explained that God was not punishing him, he was showing him the way. Why else would he remove your interest in sex, and cause your sex organs to ache all the time and srink? Greg understood. He told us he didn't care any more, that we could go ahead and schedule the surgery, that he was ready to become a eunuch, that he'd do whatever it took to end his suffering. We told him how proud we were of his decision, how he was doing what God wanted him to do. We told him we'd never send him away, and that we looked forward to a new family life after his operation.

I called the doctor, and told him of Greg's decision. He was very happy for all of us, and told us we would not regret getting Greg the operative care that he needed. He suggested we schedule the surgery within two weeks; we had stopped giving Greg Premarin at this time, but the effects would last at least that long; within about three months, Greg could even have a full recovery from the effects. So the bottom line was, get Greg to his office as soon as possible, and we'd have him cured quickly. We agreed to schedule the operation for 11:00am the following Saturday; we would all drive to the doctors office together, about 150 mile round trip. The doctor advised us to pick up some aspirin and buy Greg a tight fitting jock-strap for after the surgery.

The drive began in total darkness; we planned it so we'd arrive about an hour early to meet with the doctor and prep Greg for his surgery. Greg was wearing a pair of faded Levi's and a white T-Shirt; his face was still boyish at this point, but he had the body of a man. We were very proud of him for the sacrafice he was about to make.

Greg was very quite in the car; he seemed angry and withdrawn. We explained to him that he must not act this way around the doctor; he must tell the doctor that this was his decision, and that Greg must act enthusiastic and happy about the operation. We explained to Greg that we were paying thousands of dollars for his treatment, and that we didn't want anything to go wrong. Greg was still quite, but seemed to understand.

We pulled up to the doctor's office at about 10:15 in the morning. It was a comfortably decorated craftsman home that had been converted into an office; the doctor lived upstairs. He met us on the porch, and welcomed us into the reception area. He told us that we were his only patients today, and that we'd take our time to get everything right. He was very nice to Greg, and asked him about his school and church activities. He then asked Greg if he knew what was about to happened to him and if he agreed to the procedure.

Greg asked the doctor if he could have children after being castrated, or if he could have his testicles replaced later in life if he wanted. The doctor explained that you can't have children without testicles, and that he wouldn't be very interested in sex. The doctor was very soothing, and explained to Greg that thousands of men around the world have there testicles removed every year due to cancer; he explained how the operation would be quick and painless; he explained how Greg would still have a penis, and that the only difference would be a slightly less full scrotum; he explained that some, but not all, eunuchs could still have sex, but they just were not interested. He explained how Greg would most likely live longer by having the surgery, and explained all the diseases men who have testicles often get. After about 1/2 hour, the doctor asked Greg, "So, are you ready?"

Greg was visibly shaking, and his eyes were watering; he began to cry. The doctor asked what was wrong, and Greg said "nothing, I'm just a little scared." The doctor explained that this was extremely common, that full grown men were often terrified of a single needle. He explained that over 350 mean had been castrated in this office, and that nothing major had ever gone wrong. He told Greg to go into the prep room and take his time; he could always back our of the operation at any time, and that there was no pressure at all. He explained that he was going to have a conference with his parents to make the final arrangements.

Greg went into the next room, which had a bare white table, a couch and several magazines. We told Greg to just go in and hang out, that we'd be in to join him shortly.

The doctor asked us if we thought Greg was ready for the operation; we explained that he had agreed to have it done, and that it was too late now. We explained to the doctor that we were not leaving his office until Greg's testicles were removed and his problem solved. We could see Greg through the frosted glass in the next room; his head was in his hands and he was sobbing. We could see him get up every once and a while and pace the room; it was not looking good. We had to get the operation started before he changed his mind.

The doctor suggested we give Greg several Valiums to make the process easier . We didn't want to alarm Greg, so we had them dissolved into a coke. The doctor went into the prep room, and talked to Greg while he drank the coke. Greg was telling the doctor that he didn't want the operation now, that he was afraid the operation would turn him into a "girl". The doctor explained that this wasn't so at all, that being a man had nothing to do with having a penis and testicles; he explained that many men voluntarily had themselves castrated to be relieved of their sex drives; the doctor asked Greg to at least let him begin the pre-op physical examination; Greg agreed, and was instructed to remove his clothes and get onto the white examination table.

The doctor walked back into the reception area and explained to us that he was going to begin the pre-op physical examination, and that Greg still hadn't agreed to the operation. But he assured us that the Valium would kick in, and that Greg would become compliant before too long. We asked the doctor if we could watch the procedure, and he agreed. We talked for about 1/2 an hour in the reception area, waiting for the valium to kick in. We walked into the pre-op area to find Greg fast asleep on the examination table; the doctor explained that at this point it would be best if Greg were fastened to the table to eliminate any unwanted movement during the operation; the three of us gently turned Greg around onto his back, and the doctor brought in velcro cuffs; we attached these gently to his hands and feet; the cuffs were then fastened to the corners to the table. Greg began to stir a little; the doctor came in with a nitrous oxide dispenser and mask; we put this over Greg's mouth; he began to breath the gas, but then suddenly woke up.

My husband and the doctor realized that Greg was going to struggle to get free from the table; we pulled the velcro cuffs extremely tight, and the doctor came in the room with a restraining cuff for his head and torso; Greg was really beginning to fight now, and we quickly got the cuffs on Greg; he was really held down tight now on the table. The doctor was holding the mask on his face tightly, forcing Greg to breath the sleeping gas; Greg was trying to cry and cough, and his whole body was thrashing to be free; his eyes looked at us plaintively, and we just shook our heads; he began to make screaming sounds and managed to get the mask off his face; the doctor said, o.k., it's time for the gag; we helped him slip a ball-gag into Greg's mouth which was secured around the back of his head; now Greg struggled in vain, and could only make loud grunting sounds.

Time to get his clothes off, the doctor said, and produced a pair of surgical scissors for me husband and I; he instructed us to cut Greg's clothes off, and then we'd prep him for the surgery. I cut his shirt off, and my husband cut his pants off, one leg at a time. The doctor brought in a cart which had a small plastic bucket, hypodermic syringes and several cutting tools. Greg was still struggling, his eyes practically swollen shut with tears and anguish.

Ok, time to begin, said the doctor. He slowly cut off Greg's final remaining piece of clothing, his underwear. He then put a pillow underneath Greg's lower back, pushing his genitals outward and upwards; he put a "spreader" device between Greg's knees to push his legs apart and give him a better view of Greg's genital region; he also put a pillow underneath Greg's head so he could see the entire procedure.

Greg's genitals were in fact quite well developed for only being 15; they looked almost identical to his father's, which I knew from experience, were quite impressive in action. His testicles were bright red, and still quite large even after the hormone treatments. My husband and I stared at our naked son, and took in the view of his fully developed genitals, about to be put our of business for good. We knew it was for his best, and asked the doctor what was next.

The doctor said he knew we hadn't talked about it, but would be like Greg circumcised at this time as well; he said that after the castration, circumcision was advisable because it would make his flaccid penis appear larger; hence, even if it atrophied, it would draw less attention if circumcised. This made sense to us, so we agreed.

We'll begin with the castration, the doctor said. He removed the cap from a large syringe, and plunged the needle into Greg's scrotum; after dispensing the anesthetic, his plunged another needle just above Greg's genitals, and dispensed it's contents. After about five minutes, the doctor said Greg was ready, and wouldn't feel anything.

The doctor began with a small scapel; with his left hand, he held Greg's right testicle tightly, and began to make an incision into Greg's scrotum; with each pass of the scapel, the scrotum opened up a little more; before long, the incision was approximately 1 inch long, running down the right side of Greg's scrotum; the doctor continued to cut deeper into the scrotum, and we could see Greg's right testicle; before long, it was separated from the surrounding material and seemed to be free within Greg's scrotum; the doctor began to push the testicle towards the 1 inch hole with the thumb and forefinger of his left had; he kept making little nicks to free up the testicle with the scapel in his right hand. The testicle began to poke out of Greg's scrotum; about 1/3 of the testicle was showing, a greyish-white, with a small amount of red blood covering it. The doctor was really struggleing to "pop" Greg's right ball out of the scrotum; it seemed stuck about half way. He explained that a 1 inch hole was usually sufficient, but that Greg's right testicle was "extra large". With a grunt, the doctor pushed as hard as he could behind the testicle, forcing it out the hole; with a small squish sound, it popped out of the scrotum completely; it was larger than either my husband or I had imagined it would be. The doctor began to "milk" the testicle away from Greg's body; he explained that he wanted to cut as much cord as possible, to leave Greg's scrotum as empty as possible. He began to massage Greg's abdominal cavity, and the cord began to loosen more and more; it was now about an inch away from Greg's body, and the doctor continued to pull it with his right hand.

The doctor continued to pull; he explained that on average, he could get three inches of cord out of a man; we could not believe this was possible. But he kept pulling, and slowly the cord yeilded; the testicle was now about three inches away from Greg's body, and the doctor set it down to rest on Greg's leg. Greg was completely medicated, but his eyes were partially open; he could clearly see what was going on. After a short rest, the doctor grabbed the testicle again. With renewed effort, he tugged the testicle and massaged Greg's abdominal cavity; we were astonished as he pulled more than 5 1/2 inches or cord our of Greg's body. At this point the doctor placed a suture through the cord, and began to sew it tightly; he had another suture about 1/4 of an inch closer to the testicle, and tied this off; now he grabbed a pair of surgical scissors to make the final cut.

He looked at us, then looked back at the cord, and with a quick snap, it was done. A few small drops of blood came our of the severed testicle's cord, and the cord still attached to Greg retracted into his scrotum and disappeared. Now Greg's scrotum was lop-sided, with the right side now indenting about 1/2 and inch; the left side still contained it's testicle, and it created a large bulge.

Now to finish what we started, said the doctor. He grabbed Greg's left testicle with his left hand, and began to cut with the scapel in his right; each stroke of the scapel revealed more of Greg's final testicle; once again, the Doctor had created an incision about 1 1/2 inch long on the left side of Greg's scrotum; he began to push the testicle out the whole with the middle finger of his right hand, and squeezed it with his left thumb and forefinger; it began to emerge slowly, and before long it was more than half-way out of Greg's scrotum; one final push, and it popped completely outside Greg's body, and dangled slightly below and to the left of his scrotum; the doctor began to massage Greg's abdominal cavity, and pull the left testicle away from Greg's body. Let's try and get all of the cord this time, the doctor explained, and instructed my husband and I to massage Greg's abdominal cavity while he pulled. He pulled Greg's testicles with both hands, and propped his leg against the table for leverage. About fifteen minutes had produced nearly 5 inches of the cord; the doctor kept pulling.

Greg began to writh in pain; pulling the cord this hard was obviously too much for the anesthesia to block. There's one more trick to getting the whole cord, the doctor explained, and placed a heating pad over Greg's left leg and abdomin; after about 10 minutes of extremely high heat and pulling, the doctor had what appeared to be seven inches of cord outside of Greg's body; it was nearly down to Greg's knee. He made the sutures on the cord, then made a final decisive cut; Greg was now a eunuch.

We looked at his genitals; his scrotum looked "deflated" and actually went slightly inward; the doctor explained that it would shrivel up within months and almost disappear; Greg was now completely still, apparently he had passed out from the last cord-stretching procedure; he looked completely angelic, his genitals now months from being completely dysfunctional.

We gave Greg a strong dose of Ketamin, which the doctor explained would erase most of his memories from the past 24-hours; he would wake up with a dull throb and an empty scrotum, and probably not even remember coming to the doctors office.

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It's been six months, and Greg has never been happier; he asked us what happened, and we explained how he had had the simple surgery called castration; he's been much more social, and has really gotten involved in school and church activities. We decided not to have him circumcised; his penis now looks like a large peanut; it's clearly smaller than it was prior to his cure. It sticks straight out from his body, whereas it used to hang down about two inches. He says he's forgotten what sexual desire felt like, and says he hasn't had a wet dream in six months. His scrotum has almost completely disapeared; it's barely a fold of skin directly underneath his "peanut"; only two tiny scars give away the fact that he had the operation at all. He says that sometimes in the morning when he has to urinate really bad, his penis will get erect; he says it's not like before though, it doesn't get really hard, it just grows a little bit and gets a little less soft; after he urinates, it immediately gets small again. His father and I are very proud of him, and are happy we could help him find a permanent cure for his problems.