"Karl!" Julie whispered.  "Don't let them get to you!".

I am Karl.  Julie is my girlfriend.  Julie works on her Uncle's farm, in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.  She got me a summer job, working with the crew across the High Country pastures.  The pay is not all that great, but they will provide all my food and lodging for the summer, so I will have a nice fat paycheck when I go back to college in the fall.

I am something of a City kid, but her Uncle promised that I would be well taken care of, so I didn't worry too much about it. 

I went up a few days early and a couple of the ranch hands spent some time showing me how to ride a horse and handle my gear.  We got along just fine.

The trouble started when Max showed up.  Max is taller than me, and heavier through the shoulders.  He started to make fun of me when he showed up, and the other guys followed along.  Finally, Julie's Uncle came out and spoke to them.  They settled down after that. 

As we were packing the horses to leave, later that day, Julie came out and whispered in my ear.  "Don't let them get to you."  I know good advice when I hear it.  I decided to let a lot of the horseplay go on without a comment.  I would be part of the crew very soon.

We set out for the High Plains range, our little group of cowboys, and Cookie, following along in the chuckwagon.  It took us two days to get to the first fence.  On the other side, were thousands of cattle, all belonging to the ranch.  I was in agony the second day, saddle-sore and exhausted.  I could barely stand.  Aspirin helped.  After that, it was better.

The first job was the fences.  Over the Winter, posts had washed out in places or rotted away, falling branches had broken the barbed wire, and cattle had leaned through the fence and pushed the wire so hard that the staples had pulled loose from the posts.  We replaced old posts, re-ran wire, nailed in new staples, and fixed fence for days on end. 

Charley, the only other new guy, got stupid during the first week.  We were putting in a stretch of new barbed wire.  It was too short, and pulled away and up from some posts in a gully.  Charley reached up and tried to pull it down to the posts.  The wire broke ten yards away, snapped back like a spring, and a barb cut across Charley's palm.  We were short handed for four days, while a ranch hand rode Charley back to get medical attention.  I heard later that the Doc said he was lucky not to have severed a tendon.

A week later, we made camp in a tiny group of cabins, high up in the mountains, where we met the Vet.  The next big job was cattle.  The ranchhands went out and rounded up heards of cattle.  They brought them back and drove them through stock gates.  The cattle hung around the stock gates all year, so they were not spooked by the gates.  This time was different.  As they went through, they were sorted out.  Healthy heifers and cows were turned out.  Sick animals were tended-to.  A few were so bad that we put them down on the spot.  Older cows, and well-grown steers were separated out and kept in a large fenced-in meadow, to be herded back to the ranch at the end of the summer.

All the older animals had  brands. 

We set up a work-chute.  Bunches of calves were herded into a big pen, and driven into the chute, one by one.  At the end of the chute was a cage, made out of steel tubing big around as your wrist.  The gate out of the chute was left open, the animal raced for daylight, and just as it entered the chute, the gate was mostly closed.  The animal would try to force the gate apart, and that was when the gate locked around its neck.  A quick pull of the lever, and the sides of the chute squeezed up against the animal's sided.  No amount of kicking or bucking got them loose.  After a few seconds, most of them just gave up.  The branding iron was kept on a hot fire, and as soon as the animal settled down, the brand went on. 

My job was the 'holer'.  The Vet saw I was a City kid, so he told me not to tell him if it was a bull calf or a heifer.  After they were branded, and the Vet put a tag in their ears, I had to grab the tail, yank it up, and shout "One Hole" for the bulls, and "Two Holes" for the heifers.  The Vet would come around to the rear for the bull calves, slice open their scrotums, and slice off their balls.  He would spray on a little antibiotic and fly spray, and I would let go the tail.  We let them out of the chute then.

We kept the new steers in a pen for a couple of days, just to make sure nothing went wrong. 

By the time we were done, I was completely worn out and exhausted.  From before dawn until after nightfall, we worked cattle.  It was hard, heavy, dirty work.

"Damn".  That was Max.  "Hey, Karl. I dropped my shocker (a thing like a long flashlight, but with prongs for a high voltage shock, used to keep cattle moving through the gates.)  Go pick it up so we can get out of here."

I was too tired to jump the fence, so I crawled over, and walked up to the chute.  I had to bend over to get into the chute and pick up the shocker at the other end.  As I reached for it, the gate clanged shut on my neck.  The sides pulled together, pinning my arms.  

I heard Max call out "One Holer", as he grabbed my belt at the back.  "Bull calf" said the Vet.  I felt the cutting knife slice open the seat of my jeans, then slice open my briefs.  

"Need to clamp this one."  said the Vet.  "You let 'em get this old, you run a real risk of losing them.  The knife sliced open my scrotum.  I screamed.  Max' shocker hit me like a truck.  The Vet pulled out my balls and clamped them off, tight.  "Twenty minutes will do it.  Once the blood stops circulating, it clots up real fast." They all went off and had coffee, leaving me in the chute.  

When they came back, the Vet said "Yup, he's ready", and clipped off my balls.  I couldn't feel it.  I was too weak to stand, so two of them had to pull me out of the chute when the gate opened.  They cut off the rest of my jeans, and my briefs, and bandaged me up.  Max handed me a long skirt.  Then he laughed.  It was not a nice laugh.

They also took off my shirt, and tied my hands over my head.  Then they drove these nasty little plastic spikes into the skin below my arm pits.  I can still feel them, under my arms.  Cookie said they had slow-release hormones in them, and I guess they did.  My skin changed, became softer.  My nipples got pointy, then my breasts began to grow.  By the end of the summer, I had a nice little pair of A-cups. 

Why didn't I leave?  It was days ride away to the ranch, and that was only if I went the right way.  The Vet drove in overland, and there is desert on that side of the mountains.  If I tried to follow his track, I would have died of thirst.

The 'hands took away my horse, and for the rest of the Summer, I rode the chuckwagon with Cookie.  It turned into a long Summer, because I still had to do fencing and work with the cattle at the other camps.

When I got back to the ranch, I got off the wagon and tried to get to my car.  Julie caught me first.  She pulled me into the showerhouse where we were alone. 

She ran her hand inside my blouse and cupped one of my breasts.  Then slid her hand under the skirt and felt up my empty crotch.  I wanted to cry.  Fucking Julie, with her high, firm breasts, and tight butt,  had been the high point of my life until then.

"I told you not to let them get to you, but I see you did.  Let's see what we can do about it."   She turned me around, pulled up my skirt, and injected something into my hip.  "You should feel better in a few hours."

When we came out of the showerhouse, the 'hands were waiting for us.  They took us to Julie's Uncle.  

"Ya'll made a little mistake."  he said.  "You screwed my niece without being married to her.  I don't let strange men screw my niece.  That's what marriage is for.  She's only sixteen, and you knew better.  Before you go running to the prosecutor, think about this: you tell, I tell.  I'll get out before you do.  Oh, and by the way.  You aren't a man anymore."  

He had maimed me, and I could do nothing about it.

I went with Julie and helped in the kitchen that evening.  

She was right about the shot.  I was feeling better.

Julie took me to the women's bunk cabin that night.  She peeled off my dirty, stinking, clothes, and we showered together.  She really surprised me when she grabbed me and stuck her tongue halfway down my throat.  

I could feel myself getting hard.  It was the first time since they had castrated me.

Julie noticed, and just smiled.

She led me, naked, back to the bunk.

At first, I was terribly embarrassed.  All the women were looking, at my nakedness, my little breasts, and my hard dick. 

"O.K." Julie said.  "We now have our very own teaser.  Just like the mares in the field, when they go in heat, the teaser fucks them, but doesn't breed them."

"Karla, you sleep with me until midnight, then you move to Angie's bunk."  Angie was a red-haired amazon of a woman, with pretty features and a huge pair of breasts.  And just like that, I was now Karla.

"I have to confess, I sort of set this up.  I knew what my Uncle would do when I told him, and I paid Max to do it this way.  I did warn you, though."

My hard-on would not go down.

"We are going to share you, from bunk to bunk and night to night.  We get so horny that we try to fuck each other, but it just isn't the same."

She was tickling one of my breasts and I was going insane.

"When one of us wants it, we will give you another shot.  Just a very special anabolic steroid.  You will be good for all night again."

Then she smiled that smile I fell in love with.

That was seven years ago.  Julie married Max.  When the ranchers are out in the High Ranges over the summer, we "girls" stay in the bunkhouse, and I screw my brains out.  Julie's Uncle mad a pass at me, and I turned him down.  Boobies or not, I am still not gay.

Julie just had a baby.  She gave me Pregnant Mare Serum, PMS, and my milk came in.  I am now a wet-nurse.  Sometimes, I get hard while being suckled.  When that happens, I go to Angie later.  She just loves to put my fire out.  Odd that such a big-breasted woman would like to suckle me, too, but she does.