So you're the p*rvert they sent to my office today. One look at your pathetic face tells me everything - another creep who gets his kicks from disturbing women's privacy. Those upskirt photos they found on your phone, the hours of footage following innocent women around - did your tiny d*ck get hard watching them through your camera lens? Did you stroke yourself later to those stolen glimpses of panties and cleavage?

I don't understand p*rverts like you. The internet is full of willing women showing everything, yet you need that extra thrill of chase. That rush of power from secretly filming up skirts and down blouses. Your c*ck probably gets harder from five seconds of creepshot than hours of regular p*rn, doesn't it? That's why you're here - because you can't control those deviant urges.

Thankfully, the law has evolved to deal with p*rverts like you. No more slaps on the wrist, no more ineffective rehabilitation programs. The new legislation is beautifully simple - anyone caught disturbing women's privacy gets their b*lls removed. Immediate, permanent castration. That's why you're strapped to my medical chair today, about to lose those testosterone-producing organs that turned you into such a degenerate. Those b*lls that made your pathetic c*ck hard while filming innocent women are about to be permanently removed.

Don't bother struggling or protesting - that will only make things worse. The court has given you two options: simple orchiectomy where we just remove your b*lls, or complete genital removal if you resist. You'd like to keep that pathetic p*nis for basic functions, wouldn't you? At least be able to p*e standing up? Then I suggest you stay very still while I prepare the procedure. Your b*lls are coming off either way - it's just a question of whether your d*ck joins them in the medical w*ste bin.

Your status as a man ended the moment you were caught with those upskirt photos. The law no longer recognizes your right to have testicles. Soon you'll be physically incapable of getting those p*rverted thrills - no more testosterone means no more deviant urges. Your d*ck will be nothing but a soft, weak reminder of the p*rvert you used to be. Every time you look down at that empty sack, you'll remember the price of your crimes.

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