She looked through the last of the maintenance reports before locking her terminal and standing up. She stretched causing her back to pop which made her wince in pain. She rubbed the offending spot for a moment before heading for the door and walking out of her office and onto the factory floor. Technicians buzzed around the machinery getting it ready for the day's batch. She walked past them and headed for the intake platform. As she approached the large bay doors rolled open and hundreds of young men were led into the room by armed guards. The men were pushed onto yellow squares that were painted onto the concrete floor in neat rows. She walked to the edge of the room and watched as the factory workers rolled carts filled with baskets next to the lined-up men.

“Remove your clothing and any jewelry you may be wearing and place it into one of the baskets it will be returned to you after the procedure,” a mechanical voice sounded from a speaker overhead.

“This is bullshit! I shouldn't be here!” On to the men shouted.

He looked around and then bolted for the door several of the guards tacked him to the ground and started to beat him with the batons.

“Enough!” She shouted.

The guards stopped beating the man and pulled him to his feet as she made her way over.

“Director! This man was attempting to escape!” One of the guards said.

“So let him. It is not like he can work or buy anything until he undergoes the procedure. He will either starve or come back he has no choice,” the director replied.

The guards let him go but instead of running he just looked at her with pleading eyes.

“Please Ma’am you have to help me I shouldn’t be here,” he said.

“That’s not possible the only way you could have ended up in this room is if you failed the measurements three times,” she replied.

He flushed red.

“I was just nervous! It gets bigger I swear!” He said.

She sighed.

“The injection they give you at the testing facility gives you a much stronger erection than you would naturally be able to achieve so if you still failed then you just don’t meet the length requirements to keep your testes,” she replied.

His face fell and his shoulders slumped in defeat. She reached out and gave him a comforting pat on the arm.

“Don’t be so nervous it will be over quick, and you won’t feel a thing,” she said.

“It won’t?” He asked.

“No, the anesthetic we’re going to give you will put you in a dream-like state, and by the time you come out of it you’ll be in the recovery room,” she replied.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yes, really now come on your holding up progress,” she replied.

She guided him back to his square where he started to undress, she watched as he removed his clothing holding it in a bundle near his chest when he finished. She glanced between his legs and did her best not to smirk.

*Well, someone definitely belongs here. There’s no way that thing is five inches at full mast.*

He walked over to one of the empty baskets and dropped his belongings into it. His picture was taken by the automated system and the basket number where his things had been placed was noted so that they could be returned to him once he’d been processed. He returned to his square and then the first row of men were led to the shaving station. She followed the men and watched as their pubic hair was removed by workers using hair clippers. Once shaved the men were brought to the next station where they stepped up onto platforms and their arms and legs were secured with automated shackles. The platforms were lifted off the ground by a large arm and placed onto a conveyor belt where they were pulled along pausing at the injection station. The men looked around nervously at the machinery around them. Mechanical arms swung down, and syringes swiveled out before plunging them into the abdomens of the first ten men. Several of them cried out in pain at the sudden jab but once the powerful anesthetic took effect, they all relaxed and stared blanking into the distance.

The conveyer started to move again pulling them on to their fate. The platforms stopped again, and ten mechanical arms swung once more. These arms were different from the last, instead of syringes they had long tubes with hoses that led up to the overhead attached to them. The arms swung over the men’s crotches before the tubes swiveled around and lined up with their scrotums. The tubes slid over the men’s scrotums and a powerful vacuum pulled them away from the men’s bodies. More arms swiveled down these had C-shaped attachments on the ends with thick wires running over to a large power transformer positioned next to the conveyor system. The C-shaped heads were placed underneath the tubes and the transformer hummed to life. A few moments later a loud crack sounded and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. The powerful laser built into the C head instantly severed all ten of the men’s scrotums and the vacuum pulled the severed parts away. With their task completed the arms swung away and the conveyer started to move again. She walked along beside the men as they were moved to the next station. It stopped again and more arms positioned themselves above what was left of the men’s genitalia. These arms had grabbers on the end with a small metal tube attached to them. The arms also had thick wires running to a transformer, though it was much smaller than the transformer for the castration laser. The grabbers took hold of the men’s penises and pulled the foreskin back exposing the heads. Then the metal tube was positioned above each penis head and the transformer hummed to life. There was a loud pop and then the smell of burnt flesh again. When the arms moved away, she stepped over and inspected one of the men. The laser had branded the head of his penis with the male symbol that had a line through it indicating that this man had been castrated.

*Not that anyone couldn’t tell.*

She smirked and took a step back. The conveyor started again this time moving the men to an open area where the platforms were taken off and set back upright. Workers sprayed liquid bandage over the castration wound as well as the eunuch brand before unshackling the men and leading them to the recovery area. She walked away and headed for the separator. Pipes from all over the factory led to the massive separator. She climbed up the ladder to the scaffolding above and looked down into the machine. A huge drum spun around, and the severed scrotums fell into it. As they spun the testicles were knocked free and fell into the barrel while the scrotums were sucked into another pipe and carried off to another destination. After watching the separator for a few minutes, she climbed down and followed the pipe filled with testicles. She passed a room with the word ‘Incinerator’ stenciled on the door. The pipe that carried the empty scrotums ran into this room while the pipe carrying the testicles continued deeper into the factory. She walked past the door following the other pipe, it led to a large distribution room where the pipe split off into smaller ones that eventually led to pour spouts. The testicles fell out of the spouts and into massive drums. Once filled each drum was sealed and then taken to a loading bay where it was placed on a truck. She walked over to a woman holding a data pad.

“Good morning director,” The woman said.

“Good morning, Susan. So who’s our customer today?” The director asked.

Susan looked at her datapad.

“Goodall pet food company,” she replied.

“My cat loves their wet food!” The director said.

“So does my dog,” Susan replied.

They both laughed.

“Well I better get my daily report started,” The director said.

“Don’t work too hard,” Susan replied.

“No promises,” the director said.

Both women laughed again and then the director walked away heading back to her office to file her report.