I walk into the classroom, early as always, taking my seat in the last row right next to the window, out which I spent the little time I had in that classroom looking out of, just daydreaming, mostly of my crush, Cassie Wright. Just looking at her brought a dumb, wide grin to my face - A tall brunette gym girl with long, wavy hair. She wore glasses, the kind with round lenses and wireframes - I'm not even sure she even needed them to see, but they did look good on her. Behind those glasses sat the prettiest pair of deep brown eyes, the kind you could spend hours longingly looking into. She was a bright, playful person, always giddy and smiling, giggling and laughing, and always cracking jokes. She truly was almost too good to be true, like an angel that had fallen from heaven - Though I would very soon come to realize she was not all sunshine and rainbows and was hiding a much more sadistic side of herself.
  

  
Cassie's sadistic side really fit in with the school I was forced to attend. The principal, a dominant woman mad with power, turned the school into a matriarchal dictatorship hellbent on teaching us that men should be subservient and women should rule us with iron fists, the exact opposite of what happens in the outside world. There were even rumours of male students being castrated by the teachers in some kind of hellish sex dungeon hidden in some corner of the campus - I never believed those rumours, of course.
  

  
My daydreaming is interrupted every time a colleague comes into the room and gives the people in the classroom a casual "Good morning", before taking their seat. I watch as the classroom fills up over the course of 15 minutes, especially interested when Cassie walks in, eyeing her up and down, following her with my eyes from the door to her seat in the front row. All seems normal, everyone is present at this point and we're just on our phones to kill time while we wait for the teacher to arrive. I hear the door creak open and put away my phone, expecting our maths teacher to walk in - To my surprise, a woman wearing office attire walks in, strutting to the front of the class with her shoes clapping on the floor with each step. She turns to face us, giving us a good look at her face, with her glasses and purple lipstick, her hair in a ponytail.
  

  
"Good morning everyone" - She says, in a soft voice, sporting a friendly smile. Most of us respond accordingly, before letting her continue. "My name is Kathryn Brown, but you can call me Miss Kathryn. I will be your castration supervisor." - Everyone in the class starts looking at each other, clearly questioning their sanity and if they heard her correctly. She then starts speaking again, reading off of a paper in her hand. "As the number of cases of rape on school grounds has increased over recent years, the school committee has decided to start a mandatory male castration program in the interest of protecting the facility's female attendees. Every class is to hold a lottery, where one male student and one female student of the class are picked at random. Both students are to present to the front of the class, where all the necessary tools will be present. The female student will then decide how the male student should be castrated. This program is to begin immediately." - Hearing this, every girl in our class sighed in relief, as the boys' eyes widened in terror. The woman then left the classroom without saying anything more.
  

  
All that could be heard around campus for the next few days was this "program". Everyone and their mothers were talking about it, some girls thought it would be interesting, some didn't, and every single boy was predictably against it. The situation normalized somewhat over the following weeks. Every Friday you could spot a handful of guys walking the corridors with a new gait and their heads low - That's how you'd spot the poor bastards that got the snip.
  

  
Another Friday rolls around, and the class watches as the teacher wheels in that wicked castration table - A modified version of a hospital bed with adjustable height and several drawers under the frame of the bed itself, which had two leg holders, that ensured easy access to the poor bastard's genitals. Along with the bed, a spinner wheel was wheeled in as well. This wheel was used to decide the castrated and the castrator, like some wicked game show. Out of 16 males in my class, 11 were already castrated, so my odds were not great. My eyes widen and my heart sinks as I see the wheel come to a stop on my name - I had been preparing for this day ever since Kathryn came to give us the announcement, but seeing my name on that fucking wheel still shook me to my core.
  

  
I'm in the middle of stripping down as the wheel nears the end of the second spin. I feel like I'm going to pass out as soon as I realize who was picked - Cassie Wright. My own crush was going to take my manhood from me! She confidently struts to the front of the classroom while I sheepishly walk to meet her there, before laying on the bed and being strapped in by the teacher, Cassie giving me an ear-to-ear smile the whole time.
  

  
"I guess you shouldn't be the only one naked here" - She says, before slipping off her skirt, crop top, and bra, revealing her small, perky breasts and pierced nipples, before tossing her clothes aside, leaving her in nothing but black panties and black thigh-high socks.
  

  
After all this time of eyeing her up and down, daydreaming about her I finally get a good look at her well-toned body - Even though it might be the worst place, time, and context to get an erection, my penis grows hard - Making cassie snicker before making her way closer to me and crouching down, her face inches from my own.
  

  
"Already hard, huh?" - She rhetorically asks, in that beautiful voice of hers. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised - I've seen the way you look at me, you damn pervert!" - She berates me, before getting back up and placing her hand on my lower stomach, now slightly bent over the side of the bed. "You better enjoy it..." - She says, pausing for a moment as she places her hand on the base of my erect cock, making it twitch. "...Your last erection, that is - Because when I'm done with you" - She chuckles before continuing - "Your little buddy here is going to be soft forever and shrink over time." - She says, running a finger up the length of my cock before getting to the tip, where she wipes off the bead of precum using her finger, before looking me in the eyes as she cleans it with her tongue.
  

  
"Well, let's start, shall we?" - She says, morbidly chipper, before pressing a button on the frame of the bed, lowering it as much as possible. With the bed now practically on the ground, she places her feet on the floor, at either side of the bed, standing right above my head, letting me get a good look at the bulge her engorged pussy made on her panties. My eyes widen as I see her pulling her panties to the side, revealing her already wet, pink pussy.
  

  
She looks down at me, now half-squatting, revealing her tight butthole. "Now, you're going to be a good boy and eat your mistress' asshole" - She says, not even giving me time to respond before quickly spreading her asscheeks and squatting, covering my face, my lips now making contact with her asshole. Of course, I'm not going to give up an opportunity to eat my crush's ass, so I get to work, lightly sucking on it. Clearly, she was not expecting this, as I feel her glutes flex and hear her let out a yelp. "oof, good boy!" - She says, with a subdued moan. I keep going, now using my tongue, using the tip to tease the entrance of her hole. I feel my cock twitching as her grool runs down the sides of my face, her moans getting louder and louder.
  

  
I hesitate for a moment as I feel her move around. She lifts her feet up, placing them on the bed. She's now fully sitting on my face, and the only thing keeping me from suffocating is the small space between my nostrils and her now slightly sweaty asscrack, where some airflow still happens. I feel as she places her feet on either side of my cock, letting out a muffled moan as I feel her start stroking my swollen, pent-up, needy manhood.
  

  
This goes on for what feels like an eternity, with Cassie using her feet to bring me to the edge of orgasm countless times, before stopping and resuming once the sensation passed. She suddenly stops, getting up. "I think that's enough." - She says, looking down at me, before noticing my frustrated look. "What, did you really think I was going to let you cum?" - she laughs in my face. "Fuck no! I'll harvest your balls nice and full!" - She says, fixing her panties and moving to the foot of the bed, pressing a button to make it raise up to about the height of her elbows.
  

  
"Wow, not too shabby!" - She says, taunting me as she looks at my swollen balls and twitching, edged cock gently grabbing my balls in her hand. "It's almost a shame these are going in the trash" - She says, running her thumb on them like some morbid jewels. "almost" - she says through clenched teeth, squeezing my balls in her hand, keeping the pressure on for a good minute before letting go.
  

  
I watch as she then opens a drawer, pulling out two pairs of what looks to the oversized pliers, with clamps instead of the usual plier jaws. She also pulls out a tub of some mysterious cream. She places these down on the bed, between my lifted legs. "You know what these are?" - she asks, holding up the two plier-like instruments in one hand. "These are what they call burdizzos, they are used for castrating livestock, so they'll be perfect for neutering a pig like you!" - She grabs my balls roughly, painfully pulling them away from my body. "I'll use these on you disgusting balls, and they'll crush your spermatic cords so over time they'll turn black and be absorbed into your body - Isn't science just great?" - She rhetorically asks me, before continuing. "Oh, and your cock! your impressive friend over here will shrink and shrink until it resembles something like a clit!" - she giggles, before putting on a rubber glove and squeezing a generous smear of cream onto her gloved hand, rubbing it on my balls. "There, don't want you passing out from pain now, do we?" - She says before groping my right testicle, feeling around for the spermatic cord connecting it to my body. I feel the cold metal of the clamps come into contact with the neck of my scrotum, making me shiver.
  

  
"Ok, I'll give you to the count of 3!" - She warns me, moving her hands to the handles of the instrument. "ooooonee....twoooooo...CRUNCH" - Not even getting to the end of her countdown, she closes the jaws, a dreadful crunch echoing through the classroom as my right testicle is now left severed inside my scrotum. Cassie lets out a hearty laugh. "Man, this shit is fun to do!" - She says, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Well, on to lefty over here" - She says, repeating the process. Fondling, placing the jaws, CRUNCH. She steps back, admiring her work - My ballsack weighed down by two metal instruments - ensuring my castration was permanent and successful - and my rapidly deflating erection. Soon after the bell rings, making her remove the clamps and kiss me on the cheek as she undoes my restraints.