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Bob and Tom, both fourteen, and neighbors since birth, approached the small pond located in the rolling hills near their home. With them was Tom's seventeen-year-old cousin Jack Ander, who had came over with his parents for a Sunday afternoon visit. The boys were getting bored sitting around and had decided to go for a hike, and had brought a rifle with them for protection against rabid coyotes. Jack would be returning to Midvale high school the next Tuesday as a senior, and the two younger boys would be entering the same school as freshmen. "I was here once with Roy." Jack said, referring to Tom's older brother. "We came up here with some other guys and went skinny-dipping. You probably never do that, do you?" he said with a smile. Bob and Tom both blushed. They had been coming here for years, first accompanied by older brothers or guardians, and later alone or in small groups. They had often frolicked in the warm water, unashamed of their nakedness. Bob and Tom had showered together in PE during the school year, and until a year ago last May they had been just innocent pre-adolescent children. Some time that summer they had both entered puberty. Tom's mother, upset by the stains on the sheets asked Tom's dad to have a talk with him. "Do it all you want, son. It won't hurt you a bit. Just be sure to clean up after yourself and don't let your mother or sister catch you doing it." Bob and Tom had been constant companions since birth and had shared everything, so it was inevitable that they would share this also. They had jerked off together periodically throughout that summer, and had even jerked each other off once. A year ago from tomorrow, Labor Day, they had been at this very same spot, and had been sprawled naked on the warm rock drying after a swim. Duke, Bob's dog, bent over in the habit of male dogs, and licked himself. "I wish I could do that." Tom said, joking. "Pat him on the head and he'll let you." Bob replied. They told no one, of course, and niether admitted to initiating the blow jobs that they then gave to each other. They were amazed, when they entered the eighth grade the next day, at the changes that the summer had brought to the girls in their class. Last year they had been ugly, bothersome brats. Now they were beautiful pontential lovers. Tom and Bob hadn't forgotten what happened last year, but would never repeat it either, as they were now certain of their orientation. The boys finished their swim and sunned themselves dry on the hardpan. Tom and Bob had the slender bodies of young teens, with only fine hair on their groins and armpits while Jack, in contrast, was nearly a man. He was heavily muscled from athletics and a summer spent working in the fields, and his thick pubic bush extended upwards from his ample genitals to his navel and downwareds to cover his legs, although his ass, like those of his companions, gleamed white against the deep tan of his torso. They talked about girls, high school, and cars and were starting to dress when a cow and a range bull approached the other side of the pond. The bull was sniffing the cow's ass and rubbing against her. This went on for a few minutes before the bull suddenly mounted her, with his red cock shooting out of his sheath and entering her. The raw sexuallity of the mating left the three boys with erections. "Much more of that, and you guys might start looking good to me." Jack told the embarrassed boys, who were trying to hide their own boners by getting dressed. The cow wandered off, and the bull, contented with his day's work, started to graze near the pond. Bob picked up the rifle and looked through the scope at the animal. "Don't point that at anything that you don't want to shoot." Tom cautioned. "It's ok. It's on safe and unloaded." Jack answered, and added "How would you like to have a set of nuts like that?" "I will have, in a couple of years." Bob said, setting the scope on the bull's huge, pendulous scrotum. The small rifle discharged with a sharp crack that startled them all, especially the bull, who let out a roaring bellow and ran bucking and hopping away. "You stupid little shit!" Jack yelled at Bob. "Why did you do that?" "I didn't mean to, it went off by itself! Besided, you said that it wasn't loaded." Jack had to admit that it was really his fault, as he had been in charge of the gun. "Well, it's over now, so all we can do is get out of here and hope that we don't get caught and have to pay for the bull." Jack said, tying his shoes. "OLd Hector won't sire any more calves," the veterinarian told John Clark, "but other than that he should be fine. He'll want to try for a month or two, but he'll just be shooting blanks. Sometimes they get mean when this happens, so you might be better off just butchering him." "Thanks for the advice doc," John told the vet, handing him a beer, "but dud bull aren't worth much right now, so I'll just keep him for a while. I'd sure like to catch whoever did this, though." Midvale's first football game, the Friday after Labor Day, was with nearby Union high, a much larger school that was in a different league. This was always a good game, as they were cross-town rivals, and Jack Ander quaterbacked his team to an easy win, thus winning the smaller school the bragging rights for the best team. John Carter was in a cafe the next day, and happened to overhear some younsters talking in the booth behind him. "That asshole Ander did it to us again." A young voice said. "I heard that he shoots the nuts off of buuls and eats them. That's why he's so tough. He did that to one of old man Clark's range bulls last week. Took a .460 Weatherby magnum and shot them clear off of the critter, just as clean as if it had been done with an axe." "Bullshit. That was some dweeb freshman cousin of his that did it, and he just wounded the bull." "I heard that Ander dared him to do it, and had to give him a blow job afterwards." "Old man Clark is about half crazy. I'd hate like hell to be in their shoes when he catched up with them." "Amen to that!" The conversation shifted to ordinary teenage issues, and John lost interest. "We've got a little problem out here," John told his cousin, "some kids shot one of my bulls in the balls last week, ruined him. Just yesterday the same thing happened over on the other side of the county. I want to put a stop to this before every kid with a gun starts proving what a big man he is. Can you help? They'll be watching me, so I can't do this one myself." "Sure. I owe you one anyway," the Tall Man answered, "I'll fly out there Tuesday." "Near as I can tell there were three boys involved." John told his cousin. "I don't know which one pulled the trigger, but making an example out of any of them is fine by me." "You just go to your lodge convention, talk to a lot of people, and spend the night Saturday. I'll take care of the rest." Bob never knew what hit him. He had been walking home when it felt like a bee had stung him. He came to in this building, tied up and stripped naked. A tall man wearing a mask was messing with Bob's nuts, tying a length of strong wire around them. "Nice pair you have," the man said as he worked, "it would be a shame if you lost them." "You're not going to do THAT to me!" Bob cried with a shaky voice" "Nope." The man answered, patting him on the ass, "I won't touch you again." The Tall Man led Bob to a fifty five gallon barrel that was lying on it's side in the middle of the floor, and fed the end of the wire through a three inch round hole that had been cut in the side of the barrel near one end. "Ouch! That hurts!" Bob cried in pain as the man pulled the wire tight, forcing Bob's balls down through the hole. "The edge of that hole is really sharp, so I wouldn't move around much if I were you." the man advised as he secured the wire to the bottom of the barrel. "You just lie still for about ten minutes and I'll unfasten the wire." he said as he untied Bob's hands and left the room. The only way that Bob could ease the pressure on his nuts was to straddle the barrel bent over with his feet just touching the ground. He thought he had about five minutes to go when he heard the door behind him open. Hector had been having a tough time the last couple of weeks. Normally all he had to concern himself with was eating, drinking, shitting, pissing, and fucking. That, and a little sleep was all a range bull needed out of life. One day, right after he had gotten a nice little piece of Hereford ass his nuts started hurting like hell. He then had to endure another round-up, and an awful session in the squeeze-chute with some bi-ped feeling him up, only to result in his being locked in the corral while that young smartass Bolivar was out fucking the herd. He was tired of this shit, hadn't had any cow pussy for two weeks, and was horny as hell. To top it off, some asshole bi-ped has just tied a blindfold on him, as if he were some kind of fucking race horse. Just when he was really getting pissed, he caught the delightful aroma of a virgin pussy, possibly Holstein, right next door! 'Fuck it' he thought, 'I'm gonna get me some of that.' He put his massive head against the door, which opened easily. He couldn't see his target, but that didn't matter much to him. The Tall Man's pat on Bob's ass as he left the room was only to deposit some discharge from a heifer that had just came into heat, an odor that no red-blooded bull could resist. Tom felt a cold nose explore his ass before the weight of the huge beast pinned him to the barrel. Both Midvale and Union high schools suffered an attack by a computer hacker the next day, and all of their computers had new screen saver images installed. Evert terminal in every office, classroom, and lab displayed a clear image of Bob, impaled on the first eight inches of Hector's two foot long cock, sliding off of the end of the bloody barrel minus his nuts, while still being ridden by Hector. A caption had been added to the picture: IT TAKES BALLS TO BE A MAN. DON'T RISK YOURS.
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