Had a fantasy about a line-up of six teen boys to be chosen for castration. Lots of teen boys in the area are eager to be castrated so six are chosen every week for the line-up. Only one of the six boys will be chosen. The line-up is put on by the local castration clinic, all-female staff of course. The boys sit naked on chairs in a well-lit room behind a sound-proof glass wall. The chief surgical castratrix and her two assistants stand on the other side of the glass wall in a darkened room viewing the boys. The boys all have erections. On a given signal the boys know that they have to start showing how much they want to be castrated by masturbating with great devotion and eagerness for the women they know are watching. They know they should display their tight little scrotal sacs as prominently as possible to show that their balls are totally ripe and ready for the picking, so to speak. Actual orgasm and ejaculation is prohibited, however, as messy and unnecessary. If a boy cums during the line-up he is banned from ever participating again. After 15 minutes the chief castratrix makes her choice and the boy is instructed to come into the inner rooms of the clinic to receive his well-earned reward. A record is kept of the boys so that they may not be allowed to participate more often then every six months.