The boy was aroused though. The sight a naked man, here out in the woods, that was more than enough. Dealing with these longings was a part of his life now, an everyday struggle with God, and with loneliness. The farmer had noticed, he still had some desire though, despite his best effort, although it had helped a great deal. He had rushed to put his pants on, hoping the boy had not noticed, and wanted greatly to talk to him. And talk they had. Luke had pretended to not have seen at first, a symptom of his era’s social ineptitude, so often seen as gracefulness. They discussed many things, but both men’s mind had settled on one thing, sex, though they would not have realized. And then Luke felt a comfort, and he talked about his likings for men.

Luke had been surprised to find someone who was like himself. Then the farmer laid his hand across Luke’s back. Luke found the man attractive, with his thick covering of blonde hairs, and his newly shaven head and beard just beginning to regrow, obviously a man who did not go to Luke’s family’s church or into town much, a poor man it was clear. And the farmer did not mind Luke’s young body, his pectoral muscles still in their prime, developed by years of unyielding labor in the hot American sun. His snake began to stir again, even all these months later. Then the boy asked him, “and so what happened to you, I mean,” stuttering now “to ya’s ya’s yer’s balls?”

“My church is strict son, and how I wanted to make good. To be good to my wife and chiddun’ but I can’t. Right now hearing you makes me wish I could be wif’ ya. So I struck mine damn’d pieces off me son. I took them off jus’ yo’d take ‘em off ‘der animal.”

“Can I see?”

And with that the farmer lowered his pants. The boy took a long hard look at what he saw. This gave the farmer an erection.

“How’d that happen?”

“I dern’t know, it hain’t stopped happin’ to me, I just can control mysel’ mostl’ more, I dun suffer such pain in mah heart.”

“Can I touch the scar?”

“Nah yur a funny boy ain’t ya akin’ a question like dat. But you can son.”

He touched the scar, still pink though no longer gruesome in any way. The farmer did become more and more desirous of the boy, who was plainly also aroused now, his thick, wet dick stunk of the smegma that so enflamed the farmer, bringing his old passion back. They kissed. Then the farmer put the boys member is his mouth, sucked his balls, salivating as he tasted the thick salt taste, the filthy smell of sweat and scum heavy in his nose. He was fully erect, something that had not happened in many weeks now.

They somehow managed to get the farmer to ride that young cock. The farmer enjoyed the feeling as the cock broke his ass, the first time in many years. Luke was getting too excited, that the man shouldn’t have any balls thrilled him, he couldn’t describe his desire to be like this man, to be with this man. Luke came, and kissed the farmer, licking his scar and penis. But the farmer didn’t want to feel the orgasm, for then he would know he had sinned.

And so it went. Each week, sometimes by chance and sometimes by plan, Luke met the farmer at the pool, and they did something together, sometimes more sometime less. But Luke noticed that the farmer got less and less interested in the sexual aspect. His penis had shrunk more. Luke knew he was and always would be friends with the farmer, but he was to be more like the farmer, and to loss his balls, and see his own dick shrink and feel the desire run away, to get closer to being a good servant of the Lord. And he told the farmer this, and the farmer assented.

The next week they meet in the pool, the farmer brought with him his burdizzo equipment. He made love to Luke a final time as an intact man. Then he sat Luke down, and waited for his balls to descend fully.

“Nah dis willin’ hurt a bit son, and will sting for nah.”

“I’ll be a’ight.”

The farmer then tugged the balls down away from Luke as far as he could bring them. He placed them through the band and pushed the band high on Luke’s scrotum, and released. Then again with the second. Luke winced each time. He then gave him some aspirin powder in water. As the cords bit into Luke’s sac, Luke began to enjoy the sensation, the numbness. He splashed in the water a bit. Then he became aroused. The farmer wanted to leave the bands on for a bit.

Luke then had the farmer lay down, and Luke fucked the farmer, relishing the sensation of his balls deadening as he fucked the man, as he came to orgasm, feeling the extraordinary tight sensation at his groin, and explosive feeling. But the farmer stopped him going further.

He turned him around, took his knife, and while sucked Luke’s dick sliced his nuts off. It was just as Luke was to cum, and he screamed in agony as the farmer gulped the remaining fluid out. The rush of hormones overwhelmed Luke who staggered back, with a blissful look on his face, before moaning and passing out. The farmer went about fixing him up.