Agro Man
By: John Burton

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A very agressive man is brought under control.

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Agro Man


Burt worked on a large farm with 10 other men. They were all general hands who worked on sheering sheep, mustering cattle, and any other farm duties.

Burt was a very aggressive man, who was constantly fighting with the other men. He had even spent some time in gaol for beating up another man, before getting employment on the farm,. Burt thought he was quite normal, and that most men were just weak whimps. Burt also treated women very badly, and if they became pregnant, which they often did as Burt would not use condoms, Burt would just say it was their problem and have nothing more to do with it. Thus he made many enemies in all the places he traveled to for work.

The other men were generally terrorised by Burt, as he was a big man, 6’ 3” and at least a 52” chest, and a very large powerful build. Burt was very fit, as he kept up with physical exercise even after he had stopped playing football. Very few men could fight Burt, as he was so much bigger and aggressive than most men.

Burt used to like to show off his masculinity to the other men, by wearing shorts and no shirt wherever possible or even in the workers quarters he would get about naked. Burt had a very hairy chest, it was covered with so much thick black hair that in places you could not see the skin, one could easily mistakenly think that Burt was wearing a black tee shirt. Burt had a 7” dick, and it was quite thick, but what Burt was proud of the most was his huge balls.. Burt even clipped his pubic hair short to emphasize the size of his cock and balls. Burt’s attitude to this was, that he was the most masculine, as he had the physical size, the body hair which he took to be masculine, and the large balls, which he was most proud of. Burt used to compare himself to a bull, saying he was the human equivalent of a stud.

Burt would often lay on his bed, completely naked, and sometimes would even masturbate in front of the other men. Burt did not care what they thought, and they did not dare say anything to him. Burt used to like to draw attention to when he came, as he was proud that he could shoot his cum at least 3 feet into the air, and have it come down on this thick hairy chest in big blobs. Burt could cum a lot too, and could fill an egg cup easily. The other men were envious of Burt’s sexual ability, but they all refused to acknowledge it.

A new man joined the team, his name was Stephen. Stephen was soon told to watch out for Burt, and not to stir him up in any way. That very night, Burt lay naked on his bunk, and started playing with his cock. Burt also played with his balls, massaging them between his fingers, as his cock grew larger and larger. Stephen could hardly take his eyes off Burt, and found it increasingly difficult to look away. Even worse for Stephen, was that his bunk was right next to Burt’s, and he also had the top bunk so he could look down on Burt. Stephen pretended to be asleep, but kept an eye partially open to watch. It was not long before Burt started to stiffen and breathe heavily, his balls moved up against his groin, and then suddenly a spurt of cum shot up at least 3 feet into the air, and came straight back down on to Burt’s thick hairy chest. Spurt after spurt of thick white cum followed, leaving large streaks all over Burt’s chest. Stephen could hardly believe that a man could produce so much cum. Stephen turned over to hide his hard-on when Burt got up to get a towel to wipe the cum off of his chest. Stephen could not help reliving Burt’s climax, and kept thinking of it as he stroked his own dick. Stephen came quickly as he was so turned on by the sight of Burt cumming, as Burt was truly the most masculine man he had ever met. Stephen was often turned on by other men, particularly those who were very masculine. Stephen had even had sex with one or two men in the past, but never anyone so masculine as Burt.

One day, when the men all had a day off and most had gone away, Burt was laying naked on top of his bunk. He had fallen asleep, and during his sleep he developed a huge erection, and pre-cum on the tip of Burt’s dick was glistening in the light, and Burt’s huge balls were moving about slowly in their sack, as if readying themselves for sex. Stephen watched as the huge balls moved slowly about, each ball must have been at least 3’’ long and 2” in diameter.
Stephen was turned on by Burt’s erection, and seeing Burt was asleep, he stole across and gently touched Burt’s erect dick. It stiffened all the more, and more pre-cum oozed out of the end. Burt slept on without stirring, and Stephen could not help himself and gently leaned over and ran his tongue over the head of Burt’s dick. The dick stiffened even more and started to stand out from Burt’s stomach, while his balls moved up in their sack. Stephen could not help himself, and he gently took the end of Burt’s dick into his mouth. Stephen could taste the pre-cum leaving Burt’s dick as he sucked the end of Burt’s dick into his mouth. Burt stirred in his sleep but still did not wake up. Stephen took more of Burt’s dick and started gently sucking on it while sliding his lips along the shaft. Pre-cum was flowing from Burt’s dick as Stephen could taste it very strongly now. Stephen continued to lick Burt’s shaft and massage the underside of the head of his dick down to his balls. Suddenly, Burt twitched and shot a load of cum over his chest and belly. He did not wake up, even as the second and third spurts shot forth. The spurts dies down to a trickle, and Burt slept on with a pool of cum on his belly and several streaks of cum up on his chest.

Stephen waited a moment, as his heart stopped when Burt came, thinking he had been caught. As Burt continued on sleeping, Stephen leaner over and started licking the cum from the end of Burt’s still erect dick. The dick grew back to its full erection, and Stephen against all care continued licking the shaft and tip. He looked down at Burt’s huge balls, moving slowly about in their sack. “No wonder he could cum so much with balls this size” thought Stephen. He let go of Burt’s dick and sucked one of his balls into his mouth. They were so large, that Stephen had difficulty getting just one into his mouth. He loved the taste of Burt’s ball sack and the feeling of one huge ball being in his mouth. He let the ball pop out of his mouth and sucked the other one in slowly and again let it pop out of his mouth. He could see the pre-cum dripping off Burt’s dick so Stephen let go the ball and took the dripping dick again into his mouth, holding his lips pursed and they slid down the length of the shaft.

Suddenly Burt awoke with a start and grabbed Stephen’s head in his massive hands. He held on to Stephens head and slowly pumped his dick in and out of Stephen’s mouth. Stephen was delighted that Burt had reacted in this way, so he continued sucking Burt’s dick and working on the shaft with his tongue. Burt started thrusting more and Stephen had to allow Burt’s the whole of Burt’s dick to go right down his throat, but he could manage to take it all. The thrusts grew faster and deeper but Stephen could just keep up with Burt. Burt stopped the thrusts and Stephen let go the dick and took one of Burt’s balls into his mouth again, and allowed it to pop in and out of his mouth. Burt obviously liked the sensation, and allowed Stephen to continue working on both balls. It was obvious to Stephen that Burt was about to cum, so he took Burt’s dick back into his mouth and slowly worked his lips down the shaft until he had the whole if Burt’s dick in his mouth. Stephen could see Burt’s balls suddenly rise up in their sack, and then Burt arched is back slightly and a huge load of cum shot straight down Stephen’s throat. Spurt after spurt followed and Stephen had difficulty not to gag on the cum and the dick being so far down his throat. Presently Burt’s spurts died away, and Stephen took a large breath.

Burt stood up holding Stephen’s head and his stiff cock in his mouth. “So you are a faggot”; said Burt. “Then take more of this”; he said thrusting the whole of his dick into Stephen’s mouth and down his throat. Burt kept thrusting his dick in and out of Stephen’s mouth, getting faster and faster all the time. Burt’s dick was hitting the back of Stephen’s throat making him gag, but Stephen managed to keep control. Burt’s balls were flying back and forth with the thrusts and the dick hitting the back of Stephen’s mouth was hurting him badly, and he started to choke. Suddenly Burt stiffened, and another huge spurt of thick cum shot straight down Stephen’s throat. The spurts were huge and violent, and Stephen had to swallow quickly to keep the cum from dribbling out of his mouth. Burt kept thrusting his dick in and out of Stephen’s mouth after he had cum, and within minutes he came again sending another load down Stephen’s throat. Stephen’s throat was raw and he was gasping for breath as Burt’s dick was thrusting down his throat blocking his breath. Once Burt had cum for the third time, he pulled his dick out of Stephen’s mouth and stood looking at Stephen.

“Well suck on my balls again you faggot” said Burt, and grabbed Stephen’s head and pushed it against his body. Stephen did as he was told, and started to suck one of Burt’s balls into his mouth. “Get them both in” ordered Burt, but Stephen was unable to open his mouth wide enough to get the second ball in. Stephen sucked on each of Burt’s balls alternatively, then Burt told Stephen to open his mouth wide, and he shoved his dick down Stephen’s throat again. He thrust his dick in and out violently again, making Stephen gag, and presently he shot another load of cum down Stephen’s throat. He pulled his dick out of Stephen’s mouth, who was gasping for air.
“So you took it all, you faggot” said Burt as he started to lose his erection. “I did not know you were a faggot”; he said, getting more and more angry. Stephen stood back, amazed at Burt’s instant reaction. Suddenly Stephen felt very afraid that Burt was going to do him some harm. His massive body looked threatening as Burt got redder and redder in the face as he stood in front of Stephen. Burt continued to get more and more angry with Stephen, and suddenly he grabbed Stephen by the shirt and punched him straight in the face. The punch was very hard, and Stephen lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Burt reached down, and picked Stephen up by the shirt again, and punched him again in the face. Stephen’s limp body just crashed to the floor. Burt’s rage did not diminish and he kept picking up Stephen and hitting him. He did not stop until Stephen’s face was just a bloody mess.

The other men were just returning when they heard the commotion, and walked in. Burt swung around and yelled at them “He is a fucking faggot”; took one more punch at Stephen, grabbed his clothes and walked out. Stephen body collapsed in a heap on the floor. He was unconscious, and his face was a bloody mess. Some of the other men took Stephen to the bathroom and started cleaning him up. Stephens face was smashed up, one eye was so swollen it was completely closed up and there were many seep cuts to his face. They decided that he needed to be taken to hospital, as he was too smashed up for their liking. The other men extremely angry with Burt for what he had done to Stephen. They muttered among themselves about how bad Burt was, but they were all too afraid to say or do anything.

The next day the men were all working together with some cattle they mustered in the morning. There were some young bulls in the herd that should have been castrated many months before, and now they were behaving like young bulls. Some were very aggressive and had to be handled very carefully. Burt could use his size as a big man to wrestle the bulls to the ground, where other men would join in to hold down the animal. Bruce, used a burdizzo clamp to castrate the bulls once they were restrained. As then men held down the bull, Bruce would grab each ball in turn, find the chords, and place them in the jaws of the burdizzo clamp. The animal would struggle once the jaws were closed, but the men were able to hold them down. Seventeen bulls were done in all, and the men walked back to the shed to clean up after the work. “They will be safe to handle in a few weeks” said Bruce, cleaning the jaws of the burdizzo clamp. Once they lose their balls, they become quite docile.

The mention of becoming docile registered in the minds of the other men. They were still angry with Burt, and Stephen had to be taken to hospital after Burt’s beating, and was still there. Burt showed no remorse for what he had done, in fact he was proud his behavior. He kept calling Stephen a “fucking faggot” whenever he spoke of him. He saw his aggression as being masculine, and regarded the other men as weak.

While they were working in the shed, Burt took his shirt off, as the day was hot and humid. There were a lot of things the men had used in the previous week and had not cleaned them up after use. The manager told them that they had to clean it up that afternoon. There was a large bag of pipe fittings, which had to be put on a high shelf. Burt picked up the heavy bag to put it back on the shelf. He had not noticed that he was standing on some hose, which made him lose his balance. The bag had hit the shelf but did not gone onto it, in fact it dislodged another bag of pipe fittings which fell on top of the bag in Burt’s arms. Burt was totally helpless, as the load was now leaning against the wall, and it took all of Burt’s strength not to let the two bags fall on him. He was quite a sight, his big burley frame showed the tenseness of his huge muscular chest as they strained under the load. His great chest was pumping with his gasps for air, his chest hair matted down with the sweat of exertion in maintaining the unbalanced weight. Burt could not let go, as the weight would fall on him, but he could not put it in place either, so he had to call for help. Burt yelled at one of the other men, ordering him to come and help him. The other men just looked at Burt to see what the commotion was over, and just stood there watching him in a helpless state.

Tom happened to be checking a pair of electric clippers when he saw Burt in his predicament. In anger and defiance, Tom walked up to where Burt was struggling with the load, turned on the clippers and ran them over Burt’s chest, leaving a wake where the hair had been shaved off. Burt let out a yell, and threatened that he would kill Tom as soon as he got free. Burt went into a rage and screamed at the other men to help him. Instead they just stood back and watched as Tom ran the clippers over Burt’s chest and belly again. Burt’s chest was now half denuded and Tom kept clipping his chest while the other men cheered.

The men were angry with Burt, and they all enjoyed seeing his hairy chest being clipped, as Burt was losing a symbol of his masculinity. “I will kill all of you fucking bastards” screamed Burt, who still could not do anything. “You fucking bastards, you useless fucking bastards” screamed Burt as Tom stood back, leaving Burt with little hair remaining on his chest and belly. “Take the rest off” said on of the men. Tom took his clippers again, and clipped off Burt’s hair on his arms and legs, leaving him close clipped and still totally helpless. Burt looked a real sight of manhood, his muscles were straining against his load and in his anger. With the body hair clipped, Burt looked even larger and more menacing then ever. His huge balls were clearly visible now that most of the hair was removed and they could be seen moving to his groin as he strained.

In frustration and rage, Burt heaved the bag away, losing his balance and fell to the floor in a loud crash, with the other bag partially falling on him stunning him. Burt picked himself up, and lunged at the nearest man, but slipped again on the hose, and fell to the floor. Burt was stunned, and the men took advantage of this and all fell on to Burt to restrain him. Burt struggled and swore at the men, but the others could control him. Tom grabbed a piece of rope, and managed to get it around Burt’s arms and tie them together behind his back. He found another piece of rope and managed to tie up Burt’s legs. Burt struggled and raged at the other men, saying he would beat the shit out of each of them in turn.

If the weight had not fallen on Burt, the other men would have had difficulty controlling him. Burt was stunned and violent with rage, and in this state he was controllable by the other men. They dragged Burt over to a post and tied his arms securely to it. “Now he is totally immobilized” said Bruce. The men all stood looking at Burt, red with rage, struggling and threatening them all. “I will beat the shit out of each of you, I will beat each of you worse than Stephen, that fucking faggot” he raged. “I will get each one of you and cut your balls out, you feeble bastards” he raged. This was a fatal mistake for Burt, as the others picked up on this idea.

“Well maybe we should castrate him?”; said Bruce, “this will make him docile in the future; he is going to beat the shit out of us anyway, and without his balls, he should be a bit calmer.”
“Right”; said Tom, “but we should restrain him further”.
Burt struggled all the time, and the men had great difficulty tying him up. The men freed up one leg and tied it over one part of the railing, then freed up the other leg and tied it to a different part of the railing, so that Burt’s legs were spread apart. Bruce got out a knife and cut away Burt’s shorts and underwear. Burt was now in an inverted position, his legs tied up onto the railing and his chest and head was on the floor. His chest was heaving with his struggles and his huge balls moving up and down in their sack with the exertion. At this stage Burt realized that the men meant business, and struggled even harder, but now he was well tied to the post and could not break free.

When Bruce picked up his burdizzo clamp and approached Burt, and grabbed his ball sack, Burt struggled even harder. “There is too much hair here” he said to the other men, “Tom, do you want to clip off the remaining hair”, he said to Tom. Tom got his clippers and finished removing Burt’s belly and pubic hair, finally clipping the remaining hair off Burt’s ball sack.
“Hold him”; said Bruce as he was trying to find the chords in Burt’s left ball. However, the other men could not hold Burt down well enough nor stop him struggling so much that Bruce could not find the chords of his balls, and even kept losing hold of the balls.
“I can’t do it, he is struggling too much” said Bruce. Another rope was used to tie Burt’s arms to the bottom of the post and this restrained him further. Burt was red in the face with anger, his huge muscled body shaking the railings and the whole building as he struggled in vain. As he was inverted his huge low hanging balls were hanging over his dick and were very easy to access.
“Jesus look at the size of this guys balls” exclaimed one of the other men, “they are like those on the calves we castrate, no wonder this guy is so aggressive” he added. The other men all looked at Burt as he hung upside down with his huge balls hanging low. Bruce approached Burt again and felt his balls and the chords leading down to them.
“He has a really thick Vas as well as the other chords to his balls” exclaimed Bruce in surprise at them, “he will be easy to fix with a Burdizzo clamp with chords like this. Does anyone want to feel them?” he added.
All of the other men took the opportunity to feel Burt’s huge balls and the chords leading to them. They all agreed he would be easy to castrate with the Burdizzo. Bruce adjusted the setting to the Burdizzo to what he felt would be the optimum crush.

Bruce approached Burt with his burdizzo clamp again. Unfortunately for Burt, low hanging balls meant it is easy to get access to them. Burt could not withdraw them even though he struggled in vain. Bruce felt the chords leading to Burt’s left ball, and located them in the jaws of the Burdizzo clamp. As he closed the clamp, Burt let out one incredibly violent struggle, and a loud scream as the clamp crushed the chords to his left ball. The struggle was so violent that Bruce lost the handles of the clamp and it fell off.
Bruce felt the chords again, and said “I only have got part of them, he struggled so violently is have missed some of them.”
“Do you think the ball will survive?” asked Tom.
“I am not sure, I did get most of them,” said Bruce, “I will use the clamp again on that ball, this time a little higher than last time.”

Bruce felt the chords to Burt’s left ball, and fitted the clamp once again, about half an inch above where the clamp had first closed. Burt struggled violently as he was already in pain, and the clamp closing again sent another shot of pain into his groin. Bruce held the clamp closed for several minutes, to make sure it did its job. Burt was struggling violently, his remaining ball rising and falling with the huge exertions he was making, but Bruce made sure the Burdizzo clamp did not fall off this time, as it crushed the life line to Burt’s left ball. When Bruce finally released the clamp, he felt around Burt’s left ball and said to the others “The chords are well and truly crushed this time, I can feel them swelling up now”.

“Well lets see if we can get the other ball”, said Tom. The other men all positioned themselves to hold down Burt even more effectively, while Bruce positioned himself with the Burdizzo clamp again and felt for the chords to Burt’s right ball. Once he found them, Bruce moved the chords to Burt’s right ball into the jaws of the clamp and closed it tightly. Again Burt let out a scream and a superhuman struggle, almost pulling the clamp out of Bruce’s hands. Bruce kept the clamp on Burt’s right ball for several minutes. When he released the clamp he felt Burt’s balls and said “I think I got the right one too, and the left one is dead for sure, both balls are quite swollen as are the chords to them. He is struggling too much, and we should make sure his balls are dead, really I should clamp the right ball again and leave the clamp on for several more minutes to be sure we crushed all the chords.”
Bruce felt the chords to Burt’s right ball once again and slipped them into the jaws of the clamp, about half an inch above the last time, and closed it again. Burt kept struggling even though he knew now his balls were dying, and would be no use to him again. Bruce could see blisters on Burt’s ball sack where the jaws of the clamp had damaged the sack as well. The chords to his balls were swelling in several places showing that they were crushed, and Burt’s balls were swelling due to lack of blood reaching them. “I think his balls are well and truly fucked now: said Bruce in satisfaction.

As the men were letting Burt’s legs down from the railings, Bruce commented “His balls were so huge, no wonder the bastard was so aggressive. I have never seen a man with balls this big. The bastard needed to lose them.” As Burt recovered from the pain he screamed, “I will kill all of you bastards as soon as I am free.” The men stood back and watched Burt now struggling against his ropes, and shaking the pole and the rails violently. Bruce and Tom felt Burt’s balls and Bruce said to the others “I am sure that is the end of his balls and violence, we should wait for an hour or so and check again” as he put the instruments away. Some of the other men went up to Burt and felt his huge dying balls while Burt was immobilized.

“It will take 20 minutes for the pain to subside and for his balls to fully die”; said Bruce. “He may have calmed down a bit by then.” The men all stood watching Burt struggling and swearing for more than thirty minutes, as his balls continued to swell to twice their normal size. “You may as well relax” said Tom to Burt, “your balls are dead by now”. Burt kept struggling and swearing, but now his struggles were dying down by the minute as Burt was in pain and was now exhausted. “I think we have some Novacaine in one of the cupboards, we should inject that into his ball sack and balls, it should reduce some of the pain”, said Bruce. The others agreed and Bruce found the Novacaine and a clean syringe. He lifted Burt’s dying balls, and injected Novacaine directly into the ball sack. “This will keep him numb for some time, when it wears off there will not be much pain.” All of the other men came over to look at Burt’s dying balls. “Well at least that has taken care of him” commented Tom as he walked away.

After an hour Burt was quiet and exhausted. The other men had all sitting around, and were deciding what to do with Burt. “Leave him there overnight”, said Tom, “he should be calmer in the morning, but we should be careful to defend ourselves if he tries to attack any one of us.” “His balls are cold and turning black, so he is finished now as a super man. He still will be dangerous for a while. Coming to think of it, we should have done that earlier, maybe we would have saved Stephen’s face.”

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