The village of Ballsoff is just about as remote as you can get, high on the moors. A few tourists visit in summer but in winter the village looks to its own ancient traditions and the womenfolk mostly farmers wives take matters in hand to keep their men well behaved. Wally and Pat moved there to live a country life and soon found out that the village had its own way of dealing with husbands who were too randy for their own good. These are the Ballsoff Chronicals by Wally Noballs

Mary’s Dilema

Pat answered the door to find Mary standing there in tears.

“Oh Mrs Pat” she cried “You just got to help me, I be at my wits end knowing what to do. Its all my own fault I should never ‘ave agreed to the new girl in the first place, now the farm is going to ruin and I just don’t know what to do. Please. Please. You Got to help me, please!

Pat got her inside and sat down while she made her a cup of tea. Then the whole story came out.

They had a new girl on their farm, from Eastern Europe she had written to them on the internet asking if she could come and work on the farm, that she loved animals and wanted to be a vet but that she had to learn good English and as much as she could about farming first. Mary was worried about her husband Jake, basically he was a sex addict and would shag anything he could get his hands on. The local vet Mandy had to warn him off in no uncertain terms the last time she was round castrating sheep and he was lucky then to come away with his balls intact. Mary made him promise that he would behave himself and treat the new girl properly and not take advantage of the fact that she was on her own in a new country in an isolated village miles from any ware.

Antonia had been with them for about six weeks. At first everything looked OK, then Mary noticed that things around the farm were not being done, the barn door was often locked, stock were not being moved, pigs were not cleaned out, chickens were not being fed.

Then the bank wrote to them and they were heavily in debt, something Mary knew nothing about, and it seemed that Jake had not been getting the milking done, nor the beef to market nor anything at all apart from humping Antonia pretty well all the time. When Mary confronted her she broke down in tears and begged not to be sent back, said she was on the pill but just wanted to work on the farm and get into vet college.

Mary knew Jake of old and that Antonia was telling the truth, something would have to be done, something drastic if the farm was to survive. Deep down she knew Jake had to loose his balls but getting him to agree would be impossible Maybe Mrs Pat could help.

“It’s OK my love” Pat told her “None of this is your fault, we are so remote up here on the moors, some men think they can get away with anything, that why we have the Women’s’ Council. If I get them together could you tell them what you have told me?”

Still sobbing her heart out Mary nodded. “I gotta do something. The farm ‘as bin in my family for over an ‘undred years, now the bank say they will sell it to clear the debts, and all because I gave in and believed Jake. ‘E spends all ‘is time shagging her instead of working, we never ‘ad much money but we managed, now tis all gone, even my bit of savings ‘e’s spent it on I don’t know what and there’s nothing left.”

“She’s a lovely girl and I know she’s sweet on a lad in the village, but with Jake shaggin ‘er all the time she cant get near ‘im and is terrified in case ‘e finds out.”

Gradually Pat managed to calm Mary down. There was no way she could go home in the state she was in. We always kept a spare bed made up so Pat insisted she stayed the night, If what she said was true Jake wouldn’t miss her ‘til morning anyway.

The Women’s Council was just a group of the villages women who had the time and the experience to keep the village working and safe from too much interference from outside. They could make By Laws and raise funds for small projects. It kept the village from bothering the main county council, they didn’t bother us and we didn’t bother them.

The castration of livestock is common practice in agriculture. It keeps up the breeding standards and makes for good market animals, by a clever bit of wording the Women had passed a by law stating that castration of mammals could be carried out on local farms by any competent farmer as long as there was a vet on hand if needed. The county council nodded it through, not spotting that humans are mammals.

Since the law was passed several men had been relived of their balls when the time came right for it, they took a while to get used to it but all their wives said they were much happier for it and easier to handle, the men of course agreed as they had been told to do. It could be done by consent, or without consent if recommended by at least two doctors and a unanimous vote from the women. It had never been done before, but perhaps now was the time to test the theory.

Pat rang round the council ladies and set the meeting for the next evening, held at our house. Then she rang Mandy and told her of Mary’s problem.

Mandy said she would sign as she was also a GP but she would have to get another signature, she would speak to a colleague in the next village of Knackerington, he was a man but Mandy was sure she could get him to sign, he owed her a favour or two but she would need to get the Council’s vote as well.

Next morning the twelve members of the council arrived and listened to what Mary had to say, then the Chairwoman summed up and asked for a show of hands. There was full 100% vote in favour, as one member put it “We haven’t had a good castration for ages and some men were getting a bit out of hand, it was time to remind them who held their balls in the village”

All the women volunteered to help in Jake’s nutting, he needed to be trapped in a barn and held in a castration press like the ones used for sheep. Kirsty reckoned she could get him into hers if she flashed her cleavage at him and asked him to help her get some feed out of a corner of the barn if Mary would suggest that she needed a helping hand.

Jake was always looking for a new shag and fell it the plot straight away, early next morning he was at Kirsty’s barn ogling her tits which were nearly bursting out of her tight fitting bright red and black overall. The barn was dark inside as he entered. “Over here” she called to him “I need you to help me get it out”

As he was drawn further into the barn the doors were suddenly slammed shut behind him and four big strong women grabbed him and carried him off his feet to a set of metal frames set up in a narrow box. One end was shaped and had a locking bar for an animals head to be held in. Jake was forced in, the bar locked shut and the gate at the back shut and locked for good measure. Next he was ball gagged and his wrists and ankles tied down with rope.

Kirsty stood in front of him, unzipped her overall and let her generous tits tumble out into his face. “Make the most of these dickbrain” she whispered. “The next time you see them your balls will be in a bucket!”

“But first I need your spunk to freeze so we can sell it and pay off some of your debts. I haven’t got time to mess about so it’s a finger up your arse and spurt into this pint mug. She pulled down his trousers and roughly jammed a finger up as far as she could, holding the pint glass read for the inevitable flood of hot spunk which came in several huge spurts. Finally she took hold of his balls and squeezed them firmly to drain out he last drops.

After checking all the ropes Kirsty blindfolded Jake and left the barn, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her. Her prisoner could wait now until the rest of the women and the lady vet would arrive to relive him of his balls and secure the future of Mary’s farm.

Pat had been busy as well. She talked to Antonia and gave her the news that Jake would not be bothering her anymore, without going into details, Antonia was not strictly “Village” yet and did not need to know everything, but she was now free to love her boyfriend Jimmy and if they wanted it there was an old cottage, part of the farm that they could have. It needed work but they could have it rent free if her and Jimmy would put it right.

“The village needs some new life” Pat told her “If we go on like this the village will die so you and Jimmy have the cottage and make us some babies.

Antonia fell on her knees and burst into tears. “Is it true?” she sobbed. “Is it really true? I can love Jimmy and we have place to live?” Pat assured her it was all true. The village had decided that she was just what was needed and that Jake was a very bad man who would be made to pay for his ways.

That evening, 6 O-Clock sharp every women who could gathered at the barn door. Mandy was there in her spotless white overall and carrying her bag of equipment. She spoke to those gathered there.

“I am here to do what you want me to. This is a serious matter but the village council have decided to keep this law within the village, so you are all sworn to absolute silence, no one outside must ever know how we keep our village the way we want it”

“Only my helpers must come inside the ring of straw bails, the rest of you will be able to see clearly and we will hold an auction for the testicles at the end. My fee is whatever they go for. Right, lets get on with it!”

Kirsty unlocked the barn and led the way, Jake saw her enter and watched as all the women trooped in, there were six helpers who stripped down to their underwear including Kirsty who had on a tight red bask that pushed her tits out almost but not quite to bursting. Jake was stripped naked and trussed down in the press bent over a bar, legs spread like a young bullock about to get nutted.

Jakes gonads were enormous, they hung down a good six inches like a bulls and his penis matched them as well. A huge uncircumcised weapon that dangled down below his balls and was already starting to swell when Mandy came up behind him and hefted each bullock, feeling its weight and checking the location of the spermatic cords.

“These should have been seen to a long time ago” she said. “Balls this size produce so much spunk the poor men cant get rid of and it goes to their brain, a major cause of sex addiction.” “ This should have been circumcised as well” lifting the huge cock so the audience could see . At least he would have bee able to get the spunk out easier with all that skin out of the way.

“Now then Jake” she said. “If this had been any other village you would be up on several rape charges, at least this way you stay out of prison. Just relax and I can take the gag out. I will give you an anaesthetic but you will still have some feeling. Most men actually enjoy it OK?

Jake nodded, Kirsty released the gag and pulled jakes head down against her generous boobs. “Be a good boy” she whispered to him. “Arch you back so Mandy can inject them and it will all be over quickly. Jake’s back arched, his balls swung loose into Mandy’s firm left hand and she pumped a ready filled syringe into his scrotum. At first Jake got a massive hard on but as the injection took effect it shrank back down and just dangled there is if it knew that life was about to change forever.

Mandy’s helpers had laid out her instruments on a sterile cloth on a straw bale as a table, she took up a small scalpel and deftly made a single vertical slit in the now totally relaxed scrotum. Next she squeezed out each ball into a dressing pad and clamping them off. . Then she called Mary forward, handing her a pair of razor sharp small scissors. Mary cut the chords and the balls fell away. Jake was now a eunuch and would not bother the village women any further.

The testicles weighed nearly half a pound together and when auctioned fetched just over £100 which went to Mandy . One of the ladies had brought a camping stove and frying pan which the sliced balls went into with butter, everyone had a slice, for some it was the first time but they all said it was not going to be the last.

Jakes sperm went to a fertility clinic for over £1000 which Mary paid into her bank which bought her some time

Jimmy and Antonia had a baby the following spring and with Jimmy’s hard work the farm began to return to profit

Mary Gave the farm to them and moved into the cottage, Jimmy and Antonia had the old farm house.

Jake was a reformed character and even started attending chapel.

Pat was elected President of the Council and proposed that the castration age should be set to a minimum of 45 years as there were not enough babies being born into the village. Rape would be dealt with by public flogging except in repeated cases when castration could still be used. The motion passed unanimously.

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Regards

Wally Noballs