The auction for my castration rights had concluded. I was promptly escorted by several men in sharp suits to a private VIP room. Laid out neatly on a table were my high school athletic uniform, my pants, and my student ID card—all left there to verify that I was indeed a second-year student at the First Men's High School. 

　Before long, "The Trainer," the very man who had tricked and trafficked me into this nightmare, walked into the room. Looking down at my helpless state, a look of immense satisfaction washed over his face. 

　"I must admit, I'm quite surprised your castration rights fetched such a handsome price!" he chuckled. 

　"I wonder if it was because of that 16-centimeter dog-cock of yours, or your pristine status as an elite student... Either way, you made me a fortune." 

　As the Trainer reached out, attempting to fondle my erection one last time, one of the suited guards instantly stepped in and blocked his hand. The guard coldly informed him that my body was now the exclusive property of the buyer and no longer belonged to him. The Trainer merely shrugged in response. 

　"Alright, alright. I just came to catch one last glimpse of your dog-cock anyway. Goodbye, kid." 

　With that, the Trainer turned and vanished from the room. 

　Another agonizing period passed before the heavy doors pushed open once more. Guided with utmost reverence by two suited guards, a man stepped into the room. The terrifying gleam in his eyes instantly triggered my memory—he was the final masked VIP from the close-up inspection on the auction floor. 

　"Well, hello again, little doggy!" he cooed softly. 

　"I told you, your dog-cock is going to be my next piece of art. And I am a man of my word." 

　After dropping those chilling words, the man picked up my student ID, examined it briefly, and gave a curt nod to the two guards. Without a single word of warning, they produced a syringe filled with an unknown chemical and plunged it into my skin. 

　"See you in a bit, little doggy..." 

　That was the absolute last phrase I registered before my consciousness fractured, and I plunged into a deep, drug-induced slumber. 

　When my eyes flew open again, I found myself bound to a horrific castration scaffold. My arms and legs were forced completely wide apart, pinned down securely by heavy leather restraints that left me utterly paralyzed. On the metal platform right in front of me sat an array of glinting surgical instruments that struck pure terror into my soul. Several high-definition video cameras were pointed directly at my groin, all fed into a nearby computer terminal. 

　"Oh, look, the little doggy is awake!" the man cheered playfully. 

　"It seems our live stream is officially ready to begin!" 

　Before I could process the horror, he forced a strange beverage down my throat, tied a thick blindfold over my eyes, and shoved a heavy ball-gag into my mouth, locking it tight behind my head. 

　"Good evening, everyone!" his voice boomed into the room, echoing the automated pings of the live stream chat. 

　"The star of today's live broadcast is a second-year student from the First Men's High School! Here is his student ID, his name is Chen Wei-Zhe." 

　He flaunted my high school ID card right in front of the lens before continuing: 

　"He put the sole right to his castration up for bidding at the underground auction. I took a look at the shape and size of his shaft, paired with his elite academic background, and decided to win the lot to serve as my newest masterpiece. Sit back and enjoy, everyone! 

　Once my erection was forced into a rock-hard, painfully engorged state, the man grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Without a shred of warning, he sprayed the freezing liquid directly over my raw flesh. A blinding, searing wave of chemical fire erupted across my groin, causing me to convulse against the restraints as muffled wails exploded against my ball-gag. 

　"Sterilization before castration is an absolute necessity, of course! You wouldn't want any nasty infectious complications down the line, would you?" 

　Following the disinfection, the man filled a syringe with a thick, ominous yellow fluid. Without a second thought, he hammered the needle directly into my engorged shaft, emptying the contents. Within seconds, a terrifyingly intense wave of synthetic arousal and piercing agony ripped through my groin, forcing my erection to throb into an unprecedented, unnatural peak of hardness. 

　"What I just injected into you is a custom blend of an aphrodisiac stimulant, a coagulant, and a tissue preservative," he explained smoothly to the camera. 

　"The stimulant needs no explanation—it ensures your dog-cock remains at its absolute peak of rigid excitement. The coagulant will instantly solidify the blood within your corpus cavernosum; that way, once it's severed, it won't lose its rock-hard shape due to blood loss. And the preservative, naturally, is to ensure my new collectible can be stored for an eternity. Once these drugs take effect in your system, even if I don't slice it off, your manhood will completely necrose and lose all human function forever." 

　The man glanced at the scrolling monitor, reading through a chaotic torrent of sadistic demands, before finally selecting one. 

　"Let's go with The Trainer's suggestion! We'll snip off your massive glans first!" 

　The moment the heavy, blunt edge of a large pair of medical shears pressed firmly against the very crown of my glans, the sheer, icy terror of the blade sent a devastating shockwave through my psyche. Yet, in that exact instant of supreme horror, my corrupted body betrayed me, and a small amount of white, pearly pre-cum involuntarily seeped from the tip. 

　"Oh my, look at you! You love this so much, you're literally leaking from the excitement!" the man laughed hysterically. 

　"I was actually planning on robbing you of your very last ejaculation, what a shame! Ah well, no matter. Let's do this!" 

　SNAP. 

　Accompanied by a soul-shattering, muffled shriek of pure, unadulterated agony, my glans was severed cleanly from my body, dropping with a heavy thud onto the metal tray beside me. 

　Immediately following, the man raised the scalpel. Like slicing a sausage, he began carving the remaining shaft of my dog-cock into thin, systematic pieces. Every single stroke of the blade ripped a fresh, guttural scream of blinding torture from my lungs, continuing relentlessly until the entire shaft was sliced down to the absolute root. 

　　Finally, the man yanked the blindfold from my face. Producing a long, skewer-like metal rod, he forced the blood-soaked, sliced pieces of my manhood onto the metal stake right before my tearing eyes, completely assembling it into a grotesque display. It resembled an exotic culinary dish, a morbid piece of avant-garde art, rested mockingly over the bleeding, hollow canyon where my genitals used to be—showcased proudly for the live streaming lens. 

"Thank you all for tuning in tonight! The live castration performance of our elite student dog-cock concludes here!" 

　With a slick smile, the man terminated the broadcast. 

　Staring at the massive revenue figures blinking on his screen, a profoundly satisfied smirk crept onto his face. He looked up at the skewered masterpiece of my severed flesh, then glanced down at my broken body, which had finally succumbed to the agony and blacked out. Walking over, he gently ran his fingers through my hair. 

　"Perfect... yet another premium little eunuch-dog ready for the auction block!"