Seventeen-Year Old Marty Sat Naked on the Bed in His 8 by 14 Foot

Seventeen-year old Marty sat naked on the bed in his 8 by 14 foot

cell, his arms hugging his legs to his chest and his face buried

in his knees. In only a few hours it would be midnight; he would

be 18 years old, and he would be put to death.

Marty thought back to his last day in court, just a few short

months ago. The judge ordered him to stand and told him that he

had been found guilty of the crimes of rape and murder. Because

of his age, he could not be put to death right away, so the judge

ordered Marty to be castrated and then spend his days in solitary

confinement until his eighteenth birthday, when he would be

hanged. Marty's mother had fainted and his father looked like he

was going to cry. Marty himself had collapsed to his knees in

tears.

Marty felt more tears escape and wet his knees as he thought

about his castration the day after his last day in court. The

guards came into his small cell and woke him up. Marty was

already naked. The guards put hand cuffs on his wrists but let

him leave his arms in front of him. They then put leg cuffs

around his ankles and attached a short chain from his leg cuffs

to his hand cuffs. The four guards then marched Marty down hall

after hall, until they came to a room that look like a cross

between a gym shower and a doctor's office exam room. The guards

unchained him and told him to sit on the exam table. Marty went

and sat down and did his best not to look scared.

A few minutes later, an older man dressed in a doctor's lab

coat walked into the room, took a small chair and sat down next

to the table close to Marty. The doctor was a nice man, and he

talked openly to Marty. He told him how he was sorry but that he

must remove his balls, and he told Marty each step he would be

doing to castrate the boy. The guards and the doctor were pretty

impressed at how well Marty was able to keep himself from

breaking down and crying. They had all seen older and tougher men

break down in tears.

After the doctor was done explaining the procedure to Marty,

he stood up and patted Marty on his leg just above his knee. He

then told Marty to stand up and masturbate to drain his testicles

before the operation. The doctor went on to explain that some of

Marty's sperm would be saved and frozen in a sperm bank should

his parents wish to have grandchildren after his execution. Also,

some of the sperm would be used in a State study of the genetics

of sexual offenders.

Marty turned a bright red in color from embarrassment. He

stood, and the doctor handed him a small beaker in which to catch

his ejaculate. Marty was uncircumcised since he had been born

prematurely when his parents had been on a trip to Europe to

visit relatives. Marty grasped his cock lightly and started to

stroke it, rolling the foreskin hood back and forth over his cock

head. After three or four minutes Marty's dick had still not

responded. The presence of the guards and doctor were stifling

any sexual impulses. The doctor gently told Marty that he would

have to use electrical stimulation if Marty could not achieve

self-arousal in the next few minutes.

Marty closed his eyes and thought of his best friend, Pat. One

reason Marty knew he was innocent of the crime he had been

convicted of related to the fact that he had discovered he was

gay just the year before. At the time of the crime, he and his

best friend were at his friend's house butt fucking each other.

Marty was adamant against letting Pat testify at the trial

because he knew it would mean the end to their relationship. Both

of their parents were extremely religious conservatives. After

certain beatings, Marty was sure both of them would have been

sent to either religious-based quasi-psychiatric hospitals or to

strict religious boarding schools at opposite ends of the

country.

Also, Marty was sure the DNA evidence would clear him. A mix

up in the labeling of the evidence at the police station caused

Marty to be identified as the felon. Marty's lawyer, somewhat

more liberal than his parents, knew that, in Marty's State, DNA

evidence was never disregarded by a jury. It didn't help that the

assistant State attorney general, Joe Burns, was running for the

office of State attorney general. He persuaded the local

prosecutor to let him handle the case, and he used it to prove to

the voters of the State that youths, while being denied many of

the rights of adult citizens, would be subjected to all of the

penalties of adult citizens, and then some. Burns' conduct in the

case appeared to reasonable bystanders to be a personal vendetta

against a boy who he had never even met, and who he publicly

stated he did not care to meet, boasting that, "I deal with

criminals, not meet with criminals." All attempts by Marty's

lawyer for a plea bargain and to ensure a fairer trail were

bitterly contested point by point by Burns, who had so

intimidated the local judge that all the rulings went in Burn's

favor.

The only way Pat could have testified truthfully was to admit

Marty's and his relationship. In a State which sentenced seventeen

year old boys to death, the penalty would be almost as severe for

two seventeen year old boys who admitted to sodomy. Marty's lawyer

knew Pat would never be able to withstand the sharp, vicious

questioning of Burns. Therefore, Pat was prevented from

testifying, and Marty felt good that at least one life was saved

from the hell he was going through.

As all this passed quickly through Marty's mind, he thought

back to that last day he was with Pat. He brought to mind the

kissing and hugging foreplay they had engaged in, the gentle

masturbation and foundling of each other's ball sacks, and finely

the wonderful tight velvety smoothness of Pat's rectum as he slid

his hard tool into his body for what was to be the last time. As

he did so, Marty once again took hold of his cock. This time, his

tool quickly harden and his breathing started to quicken and

deepen. In less then a minute he felt the now familiar churning

sensation in his balls as they started to rise into his body. He

had just seconds to move the beaker in his other hand under his

scrotum and guide the now exposed cock head partially into it.

With a loud groan, Marty shot four long strings of cum into the

beaker's bottom. As he did so, his knees began to weaken and he

collapsed back against the examining table to brace himself,

still breathing deeply and trying to recover from his orgasmic

high.

When he was finished, and his breathing returned to normal,

the doctor took the beaker from Marty's hand and wiped the last

droplet of cum from Marty's cockhead. He then told Marty to go

take a hot shower to get himself clean and to help his balls

relax and loosen further.

Marty went to the shower and turned it on. He set the hot

water to as hot as he could stand it. He used the noise of the

shower and the water hitting his face to finally let go. As he

washed his lean, preteen body with the bar of soap, he cried. By

the time he had scrubbed himself from head to toe and fully

rinsed himself, he had cried his last tear. Marty dried himself

and then walked back up to the doctor. The doctor asked Marty to

lie down on his back on the exam table. Marty laid down and the

guards came up to him and started to tie him down to the table

with thick leather straps.

Marty was soon fully secured to the table, and he could only

move his head. One of the guards cranked a hand crank, and soon

Marty was in a seated position. He saw that his legs were

slightly bent at his knees and spread very far apart. His butt

was right at the end of the table and his cock and balls were

hanging freely. The Doctor came up to Marty with some shaving

cream and a safety razor and used them to shave the dense forest of

hairs Marty had around his crotch. When the doctor was done

shaving him, he used a piece of medical tape to tape Marty's

penis up out of the way of his balls. The doctor took a syringe

off of the medical supply tray he had next to him and proceeded

to inject all around Marty's scrotum. His ball bag soon felt numb

and the doctor picked up his scalpel.

The doctor made an incision down the center of Marty's

scrotum. Marty felt a little bit of the cutting, but it was

mostly numb and he had felt worse pain when he skinned his knee

last year, so he did not cry out in pain. The doctor finished his

cut and put down his scalpel. He then picked up some forceps and

inserted them into the opening he had made in Marty's scrotum.

Marty kind of felt the instrument inside his scrotum, searching

around. When the doctor felt he had a tight grip on the cord, he

pulled it out of the opening. With skilled hands he then used

stitches to stitch closed the cord as close to the body as he

could. He then took the scalpel and cut the cord just below the

stitch line. Marty watched the top part of the cord get sucked

back into his body like when he slurped down an extra long piece

of spaghetti. The forceps still held the bottom half of the cord

and the doctor used that to pull, and soon Marty saw his right

nut pop out of the opening in his scrotum. The doctor dropped

Marty's nut into a medical pan. The doctor then searched inside

again with his forceps until he found the left cord and pulled on

it. Again he pulled out the cord, stitched it up and cut it. The

cord also got sucked back into Marty's body. The doctor pulled

out the left ball and dropped it into the medical pan with the

right one. He then stitched closed Marty's scrotum, and placed a

bandage on it. The guards unstrapped Marty and half walked, half

carried Marty back to his cell.

Every day the guards took Marty back to the doctors office so

the doctor could look at his wound and change the bandage. Marty

found this pretty funny. He thought to himself, "Oh, we

don't want him to get sick from an infection and die. We still

need to hang him!"

After a week the doctor removed the stitches from Marty's

scrotum and then asked Marty to masturbate. For the second time

in his confinement, Marty's face turned a bright red from

embarrassment. He took hold of his cock and started to play with

it to try and make himself hard. It took a while, but Marty

finally got a kind of soft, hard on. His right hand stroked up

and down his dick. While he masturbated, his dick kept getting

soft, but the doctor told him to keep going until he had a

orgasm. Marty closed his eyes and dreamed once again as he pumped

his cock. This time, he thought of his brother, Mike.

Mike was only one year younger than Marty. After his last

afternoon with Pat, Marty had come home to find his brother

anxiously awaiting him. Mike wanted to show Marty something had

"learned" in school that afternoon. Mike had been in

the shower after gym class when one of the other boys had slipped

on the locker room floor and cut his head badly on the corner of

a locker. The gym teacher had to leave the rest of the class

unattended while he took the injured boy to the school nurse.

Marty and one other boy had stayed late in the gym putting away

equipment. By the time they got to the showers, all the other

boys were out and half dressed. When the teacher had left, the

other boy had kindly allowed Mike to learn about jerking off and

blowjobs, using himself as the demonstration subject. The bell

rang before Mike had time to experience anything himself. Mike

could hardly wait for Marty to come home so Mike could be the

demonstration subject.

Mike was not aware that Marty already knew about these things.

However, the boys parents were coming home late due to a church

dinner meeting, so Marty decided to take advantage of the

solitude and play along with Mike's wishes. In the boy's room,

Marty enthusiastically followed Mike's instructions as Mike

proceeded to "teach" his older brother how to do these

new lessons. Mike and Marty really did love each other as

brothers, so there was no meanness in what ensued. Mike had not

quite entered puberty, so both Marty's gentle caressing and

sensual blow job resulted in only dry orgasms. It took no

persuasion for Marty to get Mike to agree to reverse the process,

only Marty asked Mike to start by sucking him off.

With his brother standing in front of him, and his hands

kneading his buttocks, Marty stood nude in the bedroom running

his fingers gently through his younger brother's hair while the

boy's lips and tongue played a symphony on his rock hard dick.

Just as Marty felt the cum in his balls start to churn, the door

bell rang. Marty rushed to pull on a pair of shorts before

running to answering it. He figured Mike could resume as soon as

he got rid of the visitor.

It was the police. Marty had walked past the local convenience

store on his way home from Pat's house, and his face had been

captured on the store's outside security camera. A short time

after he passed, a customer noticed a dog barking loudly behind