Punishment For A Repentant Pervert Parts I and II
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
A flasher who is normally content with just exposing himself, goes one step too far and assaults a young woman. He is consumed with guilt and determined to prevent that happening again. He wishes to be castrated, but can he go through with it?
` PART I `

Why did he do it? John couldn’t easily say. But for two months he had paid a
heavy price for his lust. Guilt hung over him like a heavy blanket he was
unable to shake off.

But soon, the waiting and the agony would be over. He disliked hospitals –
even smart private clinics like this one. Yet he was here out of choice.

It was his decision and his alone: to be castrated as a punishment for what he
had done and to stop him reoffending ever again.

They weren’t ready for him yet and the delay was agonising. He flicked through
the magazines but couldn’t concentrate. He sat there motionless, staring
fixedly at the wall, lost in thought, pondering his empty life.

John was 30, single and unemployed. He lived by himself in a small, run-down
bedsit on the outskirts of town. His grimy front window which he could never
bother to clean looked out on to the street outside.

Often he would fill the empty hours staring listlessly through the dirty glass
from behind net curtains.

It was usually fairly quiet. The occasional passer-by would stroll along – and
John would watch them absent mindedly. But one particular day, he took more
notice. A girl was walking along. She was around 17 with long blonde hair and
pretty blue eyes. She wore a white patterned dress with little pink sequins
braided into it. She looked happy and as the sun caught her dress, the sequins
twinkled.

There was a twinkle in John’s eye too. The light white fabric was no match for
strong summer sunshine which cut straight through it.

John stared in fascination at those strong slim legs beneath her skirt. But
looking at her wasn’t enough for him. John was a flasher. “Just one more
time,” he said to himself. He removed his jeans and underpants and grabbed his
pair of running shorts which he put on, forcing his semi erect penis inside
them.

And then, he slipped out of the door, gently closing it behind him. The girl
was approaching the end of the street. There were roads either side but
straight ahead was a dead end, save for a sandy path which led to woodland.
“Please go in the wood, please,” implored John as he silently ran after her.
He was in luck. She did so and John, panting in anticipation, caught her up
and ran straight past her.

Sarah thought nothing of it. He was just another jogger; two had already
huffed and puffed past her earlier on. As for her, she was in no hurry. She
was off for a nice walk through the woods, all alone save for the birds, the
butterflies and the trees.

John had kept jogging for a good way until the path led into thick woodland.
He looked around carefully. No-one was about. He stepped off the path behind a
tree which still afforded him a view of the route the girl would take.

John pulled down his shorts, almost ripping them as he struggled to push them
off his shoes. He threw them to the floor. He took his now erect penis into
his hand. He began to masturbate slowly and carefully, eyes fixed on the path.
Suddenly Sarah appeared and began to walk along it.

PART II

John allowed her to get closer before making his move. She looked perfect –
with an innocence which all too many have lost by her age.

She was about a minute’s walk away from him now and he stepped out on to the
path. He stopped masturbating, fearing the intense excitement would make him
climax. Instead, he just stood there, cock erect and pointing towards the
girl, waiting for her.

Sarah trotted along, often glancing to her left and right into the dark woods.
Then she saw John.

She didn’t notice his penis at first. It was just a man standing there. She
saw his bare legs and subconsciously assumed he had shorts on. Sarah smiled in
acknowledgement.

She drew closer. Then she became aware the man wasn’t moving. She looked up at
his face, he wasn’t smiling back. John was staring at her, through her. And
then she saw his penis. Thick and erect, surrounded by jet black pubic hair
pointing straight at her.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Eyes wide, a look of shock filled her face.
John reached down and took his penis in his hand. Slowly, calmly, he pulled
the foreskin back and began to masturbate in front of her.

Sarah was rooted to the spot, staring at him in horror. And then John began to
walk towards her.

“Go away,” she shouted, still unable to move. John came right up to her and as
he did so, she crumbled to the ground.

He stood over her, trembling. He had never done this before. All his previous
flashes had been brief encounters – a quick exposure and a wank in front of
his victims, before scurrying off.

But this time it was different. John looked around. There was nobody about
save him and Sarah now sobbing in a heap on the forest floor.

He didn’t want it to happen but couldn’t help himself. He dropped to his knees
alongside her and began caressing her legs, those strong firm legs he had seen
standing outside his dirty window.

Still wanking with one hand, he pushed his other hand under her dress and
pulled it up. His conscience was desperately trying to prick him. “Don’t, do
anything, please don’t do anything,” ran that voice inside his mind. But he
couldn’t help himself.

In a moment of madness, John was about to do something very wrong that he
would always regret.

TO BE CONTINUED

  

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