Lost in Hollywood

My name is Lance, Lance Stinson, and I'm twenty-two, and I don't have my balls. I don't even have my scrotum either. The other farm hands call me "Hollywood", which my kid brother came up with, and well, I guess I deserve the nickname and so I try and not let it get to me. Still, it does. Hollywood. Yeah, that's what they all call me now, and while it goes unsaid, when they call me that they all know I don't have my balls. There aren't too many secrets in a small town, and in Kansas, in the heart of the wheat fields, there aren't any secrets at all.

Yeah, I'm back on the farm now, where I grew up, raising the ponies and farming the grain. I have spent my whole life here, except for the two weeks I went to California. I wasn't sure my dad would take me back, but he did, and so I am thankful for that. Still, things have changed for me in a lot of ways, and losing my balls was only a part of it. Yeah, just a part of it. For one thing, I'm no longer the favorite son. That much was apparent, right away, as soon as I got back, and yet I guess I can live with it. I have to.

My brother, Gregory, is fourteen, but he's already way more than a man than I'll ever be again. I know he's jerkin off now, as we still sleep in the same room. Sometimes at night I can see him working his meat under the covers, when he thinks I'm asleep, the covers on his bed fluffing the way they do when a young teen's working his cock. I find I'm envious of his little dick, and that bit of peach fuzz sproutin' on his upper lip. He's just getting his pubes, just now, while I'm still watching mine thin out, losing a little more every day. Each day that passes I become less of a man, while by brother's pubescent voice cracks and his muscles grow firm.

I stare at him at times, envious now, remembering what it was like, feeling the lust and the desire; the need even. He loves looking at the girlie magazines like I used to, and when I catch him looking at his stash it sure brings back a lot of memories. Alas, those days are gone for me, along with my balls, and now I pretty much just do my chores and try and blend in with the background.

I'm willing to tell the story, because you might learn something. I wish I was still a man; wish my father still treated me with the respect he gives Gregory now, and wish that I was still chasing girls with a stiff rod. God I miss my balls! Still, when I think about my stupidity, sometimes I think I don't deserve them, and there is certainly no doubt I was pretty dumb to do what I did. Still, at the time, when I was eighteen and hot to trot and all so damn sure of myself, well, I just never really considered the dangers. I was about as naïve as they come, and being a Kansas farm boy that's saying something.

It all started my senior year. Like all my friends, I took the school bus, to a very small little dink of a high school, where the graduating class was only about sixty students. Yeah, a small school, a rural school, and the district didn't have squat for money so my education wasn't very sophisticated. There is talk now of building a new school, and combining two districts, and that may well happen and perhaps for Gregory it might get better. Alas, I hated high school. It was just hickville USA, at least as far as I was concerned.

Of course, growing up in the middle of nowhere, dodging the tornados when they would come, didn't mean we were out of touch with the reality of the rest of the world. Quite the contrary. On the farm, we had TV, with a dish, and so I wasn't naïve to the rest of the world as you might expect. My dad liked to watch the news for one thing, and he'd quiz us on what was happening. Still, the more I saw images of the big cities I wanted to get out of where I was. I was tried of being left out, being in the middle of nowhere, and I wanted to get on the bus and to just keep on going! In fact, all through high school all I could think about was getting off the farm, away from the wheat and the ponies and going west and seeing the land of movies and girls and the great blue sea.

In Kansas life can be pretty dull, especially for a teenager, and with the chores filling up my time I just was dying to get out and see the real world. I had tried to get laid twice, exactly twice, and both times things hadn't worked out that well. Jennifer Messker was a hot babe, but she was just a prick tease, and while I got to touch her tits that's about all I ever got to touch. My balls ached so bad then, when I had balls, and yet I'd pay a thousand dollars to have that feeling again. Shit. I'm probably the only guy in the world that wishes he could get a good case of the "blue balls" now and then. Yeah, Jennifer was a prick tease, and my prick was hard whenever I thought about her.

The other girl was Mollie Jennings, and she almost let me do her. Almost. When I was seventeen I took her out east of town, on a nice quiet night, and there I got a stiffy like I'd never had before. Soon she had my pants on the floor of the truck and I had her pants down too. It all looked like a sure thing, and I remember looking at her snatch and I was so excited that I was finally gonna bury my teenage pole in the one spot in this world I wanted it to go. Back then it was what I dreamed about, and seeing it, for real, just eager and waiting for me was just something I still remember, even now.

I thought it was a sure thing, and yet, well, it wasn't. No....but it was close, and I did finger her. But, as it turned out, that's all I got to do. Yeah, I almost got laid, almost. But we were parked off the Wither's farm road, and a car came by just before I mounted her. Shit....there were four guys from my school in that car, and one of the fuckers happened to be her brother. I remember hearing the car and thinking that surely it would keep going, but like I said, we are in a small little community, and so the guys in the car recognized my dad's pickup and after that all hell broke loose.

That little episode earned me two black eyes for my troubles, and a kick in the nuts, and a few threats too that if I wanted to keep my balls I had better be a lot more careful from that minute on. It also got my ass thrashed for taking my dad's pickup without his permission. Yeah, it was a hell of a night, and I didn't even get my dick wet. Shit. Her brother wasn't the kind of guy you ignore, and when he made a threat there wasn’t much doubt he could carry it out. Anyway, I was too scared after that, and I wasn’t driving for a while after that anyway so I just didn't have another chance. Well, it doesn’t matter now. Of course, after that her brother was watching me, and his kid sister, and so I left her alone and she ignored me too. So, well, I remember thinking as I turned eighteen that I was probably going to just die a virgin unless I got out of there.

So, for me my world of girls was found within the pages of the girlie mags. Yeah, it was the magazines that got me going, looking at all of the California babes, just lying on that beach with their tits all perked up and their shapely legs spread and all oh-so-ready. I wanted to fuck one of them, bad, and that’s about all I jerked off to. I fantasized about them day and night, and I shot so many loads dreaming about the hot women of California I had just about convinced myself they were there just waiting for me.

Of course, the reality was that we were a Kansas farm family, and that hadn't changed in a hundred years, and probably wouldn't change in another hundred either. Dad wasn't doing that well with the farm, just struggling, so we didn't have much money and what we did have went to repairing the equipment we needed to run the farm. The idea of a trip to California was out of the question, and whenever I mentioned it my father just exploded. Still, I was determined to go, one way or the other, and so after I graduated and turned eighteen, I up and left without saying a word.

I would never have been able to leave except that I found a sponsor, someone willing to help me to get there. You see, on the farm we did have a computer, and the internet, and while it was only dial up it was good enough to get me in trouble. I found a film company on line, based in Los Angeles, and they had an open invitation for male model applications. I wasn’t totally naïve, as their website even said they did nude modeling, but what-the-hell I inquired and they wrote back and I sent them a few pictures, with clothes on of course. I was always a handsome kid, with my blond hair and bright, blue eyes, and so they took one look and they said that if I had the proof of age they would sponsor me for a photo session. I remember getting the email and having to hide how excited I was. They offered to cover all my expenses while I was there and to put me up for ten days right in the heart of Hollywood. Shit, that was a ticket out of Kansas, and for that, I'd have stripped and posed for anyone.

I know...I know. Way stupid. But hell, I was STUCK in Kansas, and this was a ticket out of there and when you are eighteen and poor and living on a farm those opportunities don't come up very often. They offered to pay for the bus ticket to the city, and the airfare too. I had never so much as seen a big plane up close, and the idea of flying on one was almost as exciting as the babes I wanted to fuck. They also offered to put me up in a hotel for the ten days, and give me two hundred bucks for expenses. To get all that, all I had to do was show them my body and let them take a few pictures of it. While I wasn’t that excited about being a male model, the offer was the best one I found, and so I accepted it. So, like I said, I just up and left and never said a word to anyone. How could I? I mean, I couldn't tell dad that's for sure, or I would have had to explain, and if that had happened I'd have just ended up with an ass thrashing and I'd never have been allowed to go.

Anyway, I took the big plane to Los Angeles, and there I was met at the airport by this gorgeous woman, with straight, long black hair and dressed to the hilt. She was right out of a girlie mag, and I remember looking at her and being so excited it can't be described. She called herself "Misty"....nothing else, just Misty. Misty took me to the hotel, and told me to charge my meals to the room. I was way too keyed up to sleep, but she gave me a wink and promised to pick me up the next day, right after lunch, and that's when they'd do my "photo shoot."

The next day I was pretty damn nervous, but at this point I was pretty committed. Anyway, everything seemed OK, but the studio was definitely not what I had expected. It was in a sleazier part of LA, for one thing, and I noticed the building adjacent to it was boarded up and looked empty. The studio had at one time been a house, and there was a kitchen inside and the office, if you want to call it that, had been set up in the living room. Except for the one desk, there wasn’t any furniture, although one wall had been covered with tiled mirrors. When we went inside there was a secretary, and another woman, which Misty introduced to me as the photographer. They all were really nice and put me at ease. I couldn't keep my eyes off of any of them, as they were all hot as shit. For an eighteen year old, I was in heaven! They definitely weren't Kansas girls. These women were babes, and while they were in their late twenties or early thirties even, they sure looked hot and I know my dick started stirring right away.

Anyway, after I had showed them my ID and they were satisfied with it, they had me sign some papers and as far as I could tell it all looked legit. I was then escorted into the back room, which was set up with several cameras, some big light reflectors, and a wooden straight-backed chair. They had hung a blue sheet on the wall behind the chair and that was the backdrop.

I won't go into the details of that afternoon, but I posed with my clothes on, and then off, standing, sitting, and bending over that chair. They had me hold onto it, lean over it with one foot on it, and even straddling it. God they took a lot of pictures! I was directed by the photographer and did whatever they asked me to do. I guess Dad had instilled that in me, following directions and trusting people, and so I didn't question them. I just did what they told me to do. All three women were in the room during the picture taking. Misty seemed to watch me with piercing eyes, and her tits were so big I couldn't take my eyes off of them.

Anyway, I got really hard, with the women watching me, which they liked. They had me "lose the pants" as they put it, and when I was standing there with my dick sticking up they said I was a "cute stallion". They didn't touch me, and acted professional, although I have to say that I was thinking that it would be way hot to fuck one of them. Well, at any rate, that never came up. I was there for several hours. Finally, the photographer said "OK...give us your cum shot now," and I almost died. I guess I hadn't thought that was a part of it, but she said it so matter-of-factly I know it just caught me by surprise. I hesitated, and told her I wasn't comfortable doing that, and had never done it in front of another person. That wasn’t exactly true, as I had jacked off and showed my brother once, but other than that I had always done it alone. She smiled, and then the lady running things just said "Don't sweat it kid.....just don't think about the camera. I'll throw an extra hundred in for you as a bonus; you've been just great and we need you to shoot to complete the "series."

God. Well, I'm humiliated to say it now, but I did it...just grabbed my pole and pumped it while those three women watched and took their pictures. Finally, I squirted, and the camera flash-flash-flashed as I pumped out my goo. It was pretty damn humiliating, but I did it and yet I felt terrible afterwards. I remember being ashamed at myself. Of course, it was done at that point, and so I tried to put it out of my mind.

I think they sensed it. Anyway, finally, they told me to get dressed, and then the woman I called Misty drove me back to the hotel. She acted like it was no big deal, and told me to enjoy my ten days and after that if I wanted a ticket home they would provide it. I should have been thrilled, but I felt ashamed at what I had done. That night I wanted to cry. I called my father, and told him where I was. I don't know...I guess I had to talk to him. I couldn't tell him about the day of course, or about the pictures, but he knew something wasn’t right and he picked up on that straight away.

He told me to get the big city out of my system, and to come home where "I belonged" after I had. I tried to explain I just had to do this, to find out, and he didn't put me down. He just wanted me to be careful. Still, before I hung up I asked him if he was mad, and he said "No...just disappointed Lance. If I had known it was this important to you, then I'd have let you go. As it is, you ran off, and well, I'm disappointed about that. But I'm not mad. Still, you'll get a whipping when you get home, but I guess by then you'll welcome it."

I hung up on him. My father believed in discipline, and if you screwed off you got a whipping, plain and simple. My dad would just bend you over his knee and lay into you with his hand, and he could hit hard enough that he'd bring the tears. God it was embarrassing, and sometimes the hired hands were even allowed to watch. It wasn't that unusually in farm country I guess. Still, I hated those bare bottom thrashings, always done right in the living room. I had seen my brother get his bottom tanned on lots of occasions, and he had watched me get it too from time to time. But the last time was when I was seventeen, when I had taken his truck, and I figured at eighteen I was too old to get it anymore. Obviously, my father thought otherwise.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do when the phone rang and Misty called. I figured she was done with me, but she said she had shown my pictures to a woman director, and they wanted to offer me a film deal. I started to tell her I wasn’t interested, but then she said it would pay $5000, and when I heard that I was so stunned that I couldn't talk. I had never in all life thought I'd make that kind of money, and when you are stupid and eighteen and naïve it just never occurred to me that it was a setup.

She was careful and methodical, and so I just didn't pick up on the danger. Later that afternoon she brought the script by, and told me to read it carefully, and to memorize my lines. She told me that my lines weren't that difficult, this being my first film, but if it went well there could be others and they would pay a lot more. She said it so matter-of-factly that I believed every word. She said in this first one I was pretty much just a toy for the women to play with, a sex toy, but there would be a hot "fuck scene" and she said "You'll cum at least two or three times. I'm sure you will enjoy the hell out of it." I know when she said that my dick went hard.

Anyway, she dropped off the script and said that if I took the role then the filming would begin in two days, and so I needed to be ready. I wasn't too thrilled about making an adult film, but the promise of sex and the big dollars kept me from thinking straight. Shit, if the babes were half as hot as the ones I had seen already, it was going to be a lot better than trying to get laid in my dad's pickup truck along the back roads in Kansas. Being a virgin, I figured this time I'd at least get to do it for real. But the cameras had me concerned, and I wasn't totally stupid. Still, five thousand dollars is a LOT of money.

Anyway, after she left I reviewed the script, and the more I read the more I got excited. The plot wasn't anything great, and the title of the film should have scared me off but it didn't. But to me, it all sounded pretty hot. The film was called "Pony Boy", and it was quite apparent from the beginning that I was the boy. I was the only guy in the film! The film was full of women, dominate women, who would drag me around and treat me like a pony, of sorts. There was lots of dialect about riding me, and two scenes of cock sucking. I'd never had my cock sucked, not ever, except in my dreams, and so when I saw that I knew I'd do it. There was one particular scene that got me so excited I think I would have done the film just for it alone.

I was supposed to be led into a 'breeding chute'....and bred to two hot woman as part of the film. The description of the scene had them putting me in this chute, and then sucking me until I was fully erect and ready for breeding. Then, I was supposed to fuck this "mare" After I did, they were supposed to bring in a second woman, and "make" me fuck her too. Both women in the script were referred to as "mares" in the film, and just like a stallion I was going to be mounted to them one after the other. Since I hadn't ever really fucked a woman, but just dreamed about it, the very prospect of getting paid, and paid well, to fuck two hot California babes was like a dream come true. I was boned just thinking about the scene, and could hardly wait to play it out.

The last scene in the movie though was one I didn't like. I was supposed to be led into a room by a bridle of some kind, and then placed over a saw horse and strapped into position while all of the women gathered like some kangaroo courtroom. The women were supposed to punish me for my misbehaviors, which were never identified, and they were going to use a riding crop on my rear end to do it. I didn't like getting whipped at home with my dad's hand, and so the prospect of getting whipped with a real whip really didn't excite me at all. The lines that got my attention were these:

Female Lead: "Well.....so there he is. The pony seems full of mischief, perhaps he needs a little lesson."

Second Female: "Yes Madam, he's a very frisky colt, and I'm sure a little punishment might help him to learn his place. He's always trying to mount the mares. Look how he's looking at you. He was bred twice this morning, and still he's hard even now!"

Female Lead: "Yes....he does seem randy. If he shoots, whip him. Whip him good and do it right. When you're finished, then you can brand him too."

The rest of the scene was a description of the oversexed boy shooting out his wad with nothing stimulating his dick, and then that was followed by the women punishing the boy for his lack of control. As they all watched, the scene described the boy being whipped, using a riding crop on his bottom as he struggled and fought. This was supposed to go on for several minutes, and I was supposed to yell and squirm and cuss while it was being done. Finally, I was supposed to start sobbing, making my sobs so deep they sounded like a real pony, and that was the end of the movie.

I thought it sounded dumb, and I sure wasn’t excited about getting my ass whipped with some horses riding crop. Still, the $5000 was a powerful draw, but I needed to know more. The next day Misty called and asked me if I had read the script, and I assured her that I had. When I asked about the riding crop scene, she down played it, and said its just the end of the film, and they wouldn't really be hitting me that hard. She said they would apply makeup on my bottom to make it look good, stopping now and then to apply more so that it would eventually look like it was red. She said the script might change even, and they might not even whip me at all.

I told her I didn't think I could ejaculate with nothing stimulating me, as the movie called for, and she said not to worry about it. She said in Hollywood there are all kinds of tricks, and she was sure the director would take care of it and splice in what was needed. Next, I asked her about the branding remark, and she said the brand thing "wasn't real of course." I could deal with a fake branding, and so I didn't worry about it after that. She said when it touched me I'd have to yell and act like it was burning, so that it would be believable to the audience.

I didn't know if I could do all of that, but for five grand I was certainly willing to try. When I asked about the fuck scene, she said I was going to fuck two "mares" in the film. I asked what they looked like, and she said the first was young, hot, and horny, and the second had big tits and with a snatch I'd never forget. Those were her exact words, and after that I was all set to go. I could visualize it so clearly, fucking two real women, at least one with giant tits that I'd never forget.

As soon as she said that I was hooked, and any doubts I was having evaporated after that. They pretty much owned me at that point. Then she said "Oh, don't jerk off before we film...you'll want to enjoy your fucks and we need you to do both of them one after the other. So save your juice, and enjoy the scene." God! Well, of course, that was my downfall, and yet I just thought it was all legit and so I just went along with it, a stupid eighteen year old kid eager for his first fuck and with dreams of riches while he was doing it. How stupid can you be?

On film day, Misty picked me up right on time and took me to the studio. When I got there the entire studio was crammed with women, and I assumed they were the small part actresses for the film. There were lots of women and every single one of them was hot. I caught a few of them kissing each other, and that blew me totally away. I had heard that some women did that sort of thing, but to see it, well, that did catch me by surprise. Oh well, this was Hollywood I thought. Anyway, the studio had been rearranged and they had turned the bigger living room into a set. They made an announcement, and the women all got undressed, to the point they were all wearing exactlky the same outfit. Each had on a single tight little g-string, that barely covered anything. There tits were exposed, but were cupped from underneath by a leather halter. I remember watching all of them strip and I popped a bone that tented out my pants.

The first scenes had me wearing clothes. They started filming early in the day, and soon enough it was quite apparent that I was the lone boy in a sea of very dominating women, all talking about me as if I was a young stallion, which they had brought in from lands "afar." I said my few lines, and then we took a break. Afterwards, well, we were into the scene where they took my clothes off, and so I was getting into it when they started holding me. Several women held my legs, and more held my arms, and then I was pushed down onto a bed and stripped until I was naked. I hadn't remembered the scene exactly like that, not in the script anyway, but I was going with the flow and it was hot.

Having all of those babes holding me and touching me and taking my clothes off, grabbing my cock or hefting my balls, was just a tremendous turn on. They were all just wearing these skimpy G-strings below their waist, and their tits were exposed and jutting up, with nothing but a leather halter that seemed to hold them wide apart. God they were oh so perfect and oh so round! Needless to say I was boned from the very moment I saw them, like a kid in a candy store. The women were all pushing me around and that's when Misty pulled out the bridle and they put it on me. I had been told at some point I'd be wearing it, but I hadn't remembered it quite the way it was done. At any rate, with all the women surrounding me and grabbing me, I didn't have any real choice in the matter at any point.

While they were doing that one of the women sucked my dick....it was the most intense feeling I'd ever had and I almost spurted into her mouth. Just before I came she stopped the sucking, and after that my dick just bobbed up and down and seemed to pulsate with my heartbeat. I've never been harder in my life. The bridle they put on me had a rubber bit, and a leather harness that was secured behind my head, so that after I was wearing that I couldn't say much of anything. I could mumble, and drool, which didn't seem to bother any of them. My hands were tied behind my back, then, so they could lead me around and all I could do was walk and follow wherever they pulled me.

Then, they flipped me over, until I was face down on the bed. That's when the main character, the woman in charge, played by Misty, told the other women to "put a tail on him. A pony boy needs to have a tail." Well, I had no idea what that meant, but they just jerked my legs wide apart, very wide, and then before I knew it they pushed this big plug like thing up my rear. I fought them, and tried to protest, and I know I was shaking my head and trying to keep them from doing it, but they pushed it in my ass and after that I had this horse tail, literally, hanging out of my ass. The damn thing hurt like hell, and just filled my entire rectum. It was really big, with some kind of a ridge that kept me from pushing it out. The tail part was made from real horse hair, and it looked like it was growing out of my ass at that point.

One thing about it was that if I squeezed my hole shut, or tried to push it out for example, it made the hairs on the tale tighten, through some mechanism, so that the "tail" would stand up somewhat if I squeezed my hole. I didn't know what was going on at this point, but with my arms tied behind my back and the damn bit in my mouth, I wasn't really in control of course, and so I just went with it, wanting to get the film over with as soon as I could.

They pulled me into this room, led by the bridle, laughing at their pony and talking about how nice I looked. Several women patted my rear, and my dick jutted up and down, bobbing as I walked. When I went into the room there was this wooden chute, and they walked me straight into it, just like you would lead a real horse. I recognized it as the one described in the fuck scene, and so I knew at least where things were heading and I know that even tied the way I was I was thinking it was going to be worth it.

Sure enough, they started talking about it, referring to it as the breeding chute, and my cock got even harder then just with the anticipation of fucking my first girl. She was there too, just like in the script, all strapped down at the end of the chute, with her head in a clamping device and her legs spread. She was young, about my age, and her long blond hair was halfway down her teenage back. She was wearing a bra, and I could see the strap that came up and was still hooked on her back.

They had placed her on all fours, bent over, "doggie style", and so I couldn’t get good a look at how big her tits were from the way I was standing. She was thin, with strong, powerful legs, but to me she seemed hot and I think it was because I knew I was about to fuck her. I figured she must be a runner or something. When I saw her shaved legs spread I was so damn excited, just thinking about her pussy waiting for me there, open and exposed. I know my cock started dripping.

One of the women went to her knees and sucked in my tool, just for a few strokes, I guess to make sure it was hard enough and ready for the big scene. That had been in the script, and while it didn't last long and wasn't as good as I had thought it would be, it was still exciting to have my cock sucked like that. Then the woman pulled off and dropped my cock. I was watching, and then she took some KY and lubricated my cock, just sliding the clear juice over my pole and running her hand up and down my shaft as she did so, working in the lube until my cock was greased like a well-oiled piston. God it felt good! At the same time, she was between me and the woman I was supposed to fuck, blocking my view, and that was very frustrating. I was trying to look at the women tied in the chute, but I could only see parts of her. Still, I watched her struggle and it occurred to me that she was in many ways like me, tied well and pretty much under their control. The thing was though she was frantic, and did not appear to want this to happen. The women in the film were laughing, and talking about how difficult horse-breeding is.

I was a little confused. Anyway, next, I was pulled into the chute, and tied in place, and then a lever was pulled that brought the sides down and against my head. The device was built so that I was bent at the knees, and it put me in a perfect position to start fucking. I glanced downward, just as they were trying to secure my head, trying to take a peak at the pussy I was about to fuck. I guess I wanted to see her snatch. But while I only got a glance, it wasn’t there! I mean, I stared, trying to figure it out, looking for her slit and her pussy and the thing I was to fuck. But well, her legs were spread, wide, and yet there was only this hole....an ass really. I had only seen one other naked girl, and she had been turned over, the other way. Even so, I expected to see her slit under her hole, and I just didn't. That was confusing as hell.

They jerked my head up, and locked it in place to keep me from looking. But my mind was racing, trying to make sense of what I had seen, and then, suddenly I realized the mare, well, I realized that there was a chance that the she was a he and the pussy was an ass! OH GOD! I wasn’t one hundred percent positive though, I mean, I hadn't seen any balls or a cock or anything, and she looked hot enough and had been wearing a bra. Sure as shit she had had a bra on. Her hair was long too, but still, I had this sick feeling, and yet I think I just couldn't accept what I had seen.

I had been above her, but even so I should have been able to see her twat. GOD. OH GOD. I needed to look, to figure it out and to make sure! But when I tried to look down before I could study it further they took the reins that went to the rubber bit in my mouth and tied them, so that my head was up and I couldn't see the teenager under me anymore after that. He or she was screaming, into a gag-bit like the one I had, and seemed to be shaking as they were screaming. God they struggled. Her voice was husky, and as I listened to the grunts that's when I put it all together and realized it was a he, under me, tied and waiting.

Oh GOD--I went ballistic then, trying to fight and to buck and to kick. The women laughed at their "little stallion," about how I "didn't want to be bred," and then they pushed me forward, toward the "mare" I was supposed to mount! Oh GOD I screamed and grunted and begged, all into that rubber bit and it all just coming out mumbles. Just then, I was pushed forward hard, and then I felt my cock touch his hole, up against his ring of muscle. He was bucking and screaming and fighting it too, so much so I realized that like me he wasn’t acting.

Of course, at this point I wanted it to stop, and tried to prevent it too, but it wasn’t possible and they just pushed me forward. I could feel him trying to squeeze me out. Finally, they pushed on my rear end harder, and my cock slid past that ring of muscle and deep inside, until I was literally buried in his ass all the way to my balls. The cameras were all going, and I was trying to pull out, but I wasn't really capable of doing much of anything. Misty leaned over and said "Ok little stallion...do your thing. Fuck the mare, fuck him now!"

I didn't move, and was trying to shake my head side-to-side but I couldn't move enough to even do that. Suddenly, I felt this tremendous string, that bit into my entire ass and set it on fire, and with it I heard the simultaneously crack of a riding crop. I grunted and slammed forward, pushing deep into the teenager's tight ass. They whipped my ass then, to keep it moving in and out, and it hurt so damn much that after that I jerked and thrusted just to try and dodge the blows from that whip. This went on for several minutes, with all of the women laughing, dressed in their leather halters and tight little g-strings. Of course I squirted....filled that man's ass as if was a woman's pussy, flooding it with my teenage cream. I shot and shot and shot...and it did feel good and even as ashamed as I was my dick spasmed and I grunted it out as the feeling of my sexual release overwhelmed me.

After I ejaculated they patted my ass and told me what a good pony I was, and then they pulled me backwards, and moved some levers. They then pulled the young man I had fucked off of me. I got a look at "him" then, and his face was painted like a woman's, but the kid was a lot like me, just a teenager, probably eighteen or nineteen, with a baby smooth face. He had lipstick painted on his lips, and eye shadow, and the bra he was wearing gave the impression that he had tits on his chest, even though he did not. He wouldn't look at me, and his face was red with shame. Still, he fought them as they led him away by the bit in his mouth, just like one would lead a horse. My cream was running down his legs and out of his ass, and as he turned I caught a glimpse of a very tiny cock. There was no pubic hair above it, none at all, and it was obvious he had been shaved bare. His little cock bounced up and down, and when it bounced upward I could see that under it his balls were gone. OH GOD....he had been castrated at some point, and once I saw that the fear went through me like a forest fire rips through dry timber.

About that time the women were patting my rear and feeling me up, telling me how good a horsy I had been and how hot it was to watch. I think they patted my ass and rubbed my head for ten minutes. One women fed me two cubes of sugar, which I tried to spit out. But she forced them in around the rubber bit in my mouth, and said this to me when she did: "Eat them pony boy....and be a good horsy. If you piss us off you could be our next mare." GOD....I swallowed the sugar cubes then! As I was chewing them up another women patted my ass and told me how good I was. At the same time, another woman started playing with my pole, working on it continuously until it finally grew hard again. Then, as soon as I was up and eager they brought in this second "woman."

This time, she really was a woman, sure as shit she was. But a hag really. Her hair was unkempt. She had to have been close to forty. Her tits were big, really big, but they had long sense lost their firmness and were hanging down, toward her knees. GOD. I could tell the other women in the room all knew her, and she was not well liked. Her nipples were red, and looked as if they had been whipped, or pinched perhaps, as they had stripes across them and looked enflamed and sore. She fought them, but they bent her over and pushed her into the chute, putting her in position, with her legs spread wide and her pussy open and exposed and waiting.

Her entire ass was striped with red lines from a whip. There were even whip marks around her snatch! Oh GOD I didn't want to fuck her! They were talking to her, about how she deserved to have a cock in her, and they hoped she liked it. She was screaming and begging, and so was I, but there wasn’t much either of us could do about what was being done.

Once again they told me it was time to fuck a mare. Oh God how I struggled. I didn't want her to be my first woman. But she and I were both locked in the chute, and so when they moved the levers I was again pushed forward, this time until my cock was up against the lips of her hairy vagina. I'll never forget that feeling. Then, as I slid inside I gasped, into my gag, and then after that I was fucking the old woman. Compared to the man's hole I had just fucked earlier, she was a lot wetter and a hell of a lot hotter. I could feel her pussy, and the feeling of my dick pushing in and out of it was overwhelming. For the woman I was fucking I could tell it angered her, and it occurred to me from the way the other women were mocking her that she didn't like men. Obviously, having my cock in her was something she definitely didn't want, but at that point there wasn’t anything she or I could do about it.

It was the first pussy of my life, and as it turned out, my last. Of course, at the time I was freaking, as this wasn’t how the script had been written, and yet at this point I was along for the ride as much as the woman I was being forced to fuck. I finally ejaculated my second load. At least this one went into a pussy, my cream flooding out of it and my dick pushing in and out of the froth. I was pumping on my own this time, as it felt so good, and besides if I hesitated then they would whip my ass anyway so I didn't dare stop moving. It was just easier to hump her than it was not too. I really didn't want to fuck her, not really, but still I remember it like it was yesterday, and her pussy was wet, and hot, and so the feeling was there and I got the feeling and I emptied my balls.

They took a break then, and just left me there, in that chute, my cock buried inside the woman's pussy. I never got soft. I think the feeling was just so damn intense, and feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock was like a thousand wet dreams all come true. She kept fighting and trying to pinch me out, and that made me harder and kept me going. Still, it wasn't the way I wanted to have had it happen. They were all gone about an hour, or perhaps more, and by the time they came back I was right on the verge of cumming again just from the way the woman was moving and fighting to get free.

Misty came over to me and asked if I was ready for the final scene. I just wanted the film to end...I wanted out of the bridle and I wanted away from it all. I was freaking, but still, for some reason I was still naïve enough to think I was actually getting paid for this movie. I had no idea. God I was so stupid.

Anyway, we came to the final scene weather I wanted it or not. They dragged me into the first room by the bit in my mouth, with my hands still tied behind my back. I tried to fight them, but they pulled me into the big room and tied me over the saw horse, just as it was described in the script I had read. All of the women were assembled, and so I recognized the scene from the script and knew it was the point in the movie where I was going to be whipped. Of course, by this time I knew there wasn’t any makeup coming for my bottom, and I figured it was going to hurt and hurt bad. I had no idea of course, none, but at the time I was still thinking it was legitimate, at least partially. I guess I wanted to believe.

Anyway, as we came to the big whipping scene I was all tied out, legs spread, staring at the floor and with my legs tied out wide and exposed. The stupid pony tail was still in my ass, just plugged in there, and as I tried to push it out the thing raised up and everyone laughed. The women were all laughing, and more than a few of them were patting my ass and petting me as if I was a real pony. God it was humiliating.

Suddenly, Misty stood up in front of the room, and all of the other women grew silent. The cameras were rolling, and I had the feeling the scene I had dreaded was about to be played out.

Misty said, right out of the script: "Well.....so there he is. The pony seems full of mischief, perhaps he needs a little lesson."

One of the big busted women next to me, put her hand on my ass. She touched what apparently was a switch in the tail plug that was in my ass, and suddenly, internally, it began to vibrate. I had never felt anything like that. It was just inside of me, deep inside, and it was vibrating and rubbing my prostate like some wiggling finger or something. I jerked, hard, and the tail in my ass flipped and jerked as I felt the thing moving inside of my rectum. God.....I was jerking against the bonds then, all the while that thing in my

ass wiggled and wiggled and wiggled. As I felt it, my cock went even harder...totally rigid, so stiff it was like apiece of steel, jutting up and pointing parallel to my belly.

As I grew hard, this woman who had her hand on my ass said: "Yes Madam, he's a very frisky colt, and I'm sure a little punishment might help him to learn his place. He's always trying to mount the mares. Look how he's looking at you. He was bred twice this morning, and still he's hard even now!"

Misty then grinned, and she said: "Yes....he does seem randy. If he shoots, geld him. Geld him good and do it right. When you're finished, then you can brand him too."

WHAT THE FUCK? I mean, I heard her say "geld him"...and I knew..I mean I KNEW the script said whip...."whip him." But she had said "geld him" and at that moment I thought of the de-balled teenager I had been made to fuck in the ass, and suddenly right then I realized I was in very big trouble. The women were all in the room, all watching, and as they did that one woman just patted my rear, rubbing it, feeling my ass as that thing inside of me pulsated. Even so, my cock got harder and harder, as it shook inside my ass and vibrated directly against my prostate. My eyes went wide, and I was fighting then, but my cock started to drip and it was bobbing up and down.

One of the women said: Madame, I think your turning the young stallion on---I think he's going to shoot again just looking at you. If I didn't know better I'd say he's very excited--perhaps he likes the idea of being gelded?"

Misty didn't bat an eye, and just said "Yes...apparently so. I guess he can't help himself. So be it. I think I'll geld this pony myself....he's looking at me and if its me he wants then I need to be the one to teach him the lesson."

I felt the feeling in my nuts, the good feeling building and slowly taking over at the same time I watched the woman I knew as Misty come to me. God I struggled! She reached down to her waist and pulled out a knife, and when I saw the Gerber in her hand I totally freaked. I tried to jerk my thighs together, tried to squeeze out the thing in my ass, tried to do anything to stop where things were going. She gave my ass a pat, and then walked around behind me.

My cock was right on the verge then, that thing still working inside of me. I was staring at the room of women, all staring at me, waiting, eager even, for the woman to take my manhood. I turned my head around, and I was just in time to see her grin. She gave me a big wink, and then reached for my sac. God I screamed into my gag then! I bucked my hips into the wooden device that was holding me, and just as I did I shuddered, and that’s when I lost it and just started to spew out my seed again. It just flew out.....pumped out with an intensity that was unlike any ejaculation I had ever felt before. The entire time I was shooting that thing in my ass just worked my prostate, vibrating like some hidden demon, milking my cream from me like a machine would milk a cow. I shot and shot and shot.

I felt the cut...felt the knife as I was shooting, that woman laughing as she started to saw that blade right through my balls!!! She laughed and laughed as she worked it very slowly, back and forth, savoring every stroke of her knife. As she was castrating me, this other woman grabbed my head from behind and jerked it by the hair, saying "LOOK AT THE CAMERA WHEN SHE'S NUTTING YOU!" GOD!

She forced me to stare then, facing directly into that camera, which was just a couple of feet in front of my face, my eyes wide and me screaming into that bit as Misty worked her knife through my scrotum and stole my manhood. It all happened at the same time. I kept squirting, and my goo shot out in lines of cum, pumping out as that dildo plug vibrated inside my ass, forcing out every ounce of my cream until I was totally empty. As I did, as I squirted out my last load of sperm, that woman took my balls, laughing as she did it, slicing them off sac and all and oh-so-slowly, all the time relishing every single second she was doing it.

I'll never forget the feeling. That woman had my scrotum in her left hand, pulling down on it, pulling it and holding my balls and giving them a squeeze as she held the knife in the other hand and worked it back and forth. It hurt like hell, really hurt, deep, and the knife blade was just going back and forth, cutting through everything that made me a man. I screamed and screamed, and they all laughed and laughed.

Oh GOD....you know...it burned, yeah, that fucking knife just burned as that woman worked it back and forth, sawing it back and forth and slicing off my manhood one little bit at a time. She was into it, enjoying it, unmanning me and laughing as she was doing it. It seemed to go on and on, and she just let the knife slowly work its way through, never hurrying, drawing it out and severing my sac of nuts oh-so-slowly, making sure I felt it happening. She totally dominated me, and in the end she took my manhood and there was nothing I could do but lay there with my legs spread and feel her doing it.

As she was cutting off my scrotum, she was talking to me at the same time. She was telling me how big my balls were, how nice and fat they looked, and how I had such a fine ass and a firm, tight little hole. She described the hairs on my sac, and the way it was bulging out in her fist as she was slicing it off. Oh GOD.....I begged her and begged her but the more I begged the more it seemed to fuel her excitement.

I think she finished making the final cut about the same time I finished shooting, and after that I didn't have any fight left in me. I know I just collapsed, and they zoomed the camera in on my face to catch my expression as I realized it had been done and I was a eunuch. There was another camera on my nuts, getting a close up as I was castrated. In the end, she showed me my balls; the entire sac was fat and bulging, and it looked so big in the palm of her little hand. Both of my balls were big, like hen eggs, and I looked at them and I wanted them back so damn bad!

It just seemed so wrong, and yet it was very obvious that they were no longer mine and were clearly hers instead. She had stolen them, and as I watched she held them and looked at them and admired them as if they were fine pieces of jewelry. They were just two orbs in a bag, and were really nothing to her, and yet she just laughed and laughed as she watched them pulsate in her hand. She laughed for several minutes, while they slowly died and I watched it happen. Finally, they stopped wiggling and after that they weren't worth much to anyone anymore.

Then, I saw the brand. It was glowing, red hot, RED HOT, and as I watched they just pushed it right into the ham of my right buttocks. God....it burned, and I bucked my hips and screamed into that gag while the women roared with laughter once again. God. Oh God.

I collapsed then, and they stopped the filming, congratulating each other on a great "take." Misty put something on the spot where my scrotum had been attached, and whatever it was it stung almost as bad as the knife that had cut me. It did stop the bleeding though. She showed me my balls one more time, and then she kissed them and dropped them into the cleavage between her two massive breasts. She winked at me as she did it, and then she kissed the woman next to her, deep, and passionately.

When they finished, she just turned around and the two of them left together. I never saw either of them again, or my balls for that matter, and so I don't know what she did with them. I do know that afterwards, the other women just started laughing hysterically. They left me there, tied to that rack, with my legs still spread, feeling an emptiness that I can't describe. My last boner was wilting to nothing by then, and soon enough my cock was nothing but a wet noodle hanging down like a useless appendage.

I remember they talked about me as they packed up their stuff. There were lots of remarks about the "gelded pony" and how "he sure didn't like losing his balls". I just lay there, unmoving, and listening, the fight long gone and with nothing else to live for. God they mocked me though. I was the "stupid kid." The "gelded pony." The "castrated fool." Of course, in a way they were right. While they made their comments, and talked about how much of a fool I had been to let them nut me, the women all worked together for about an hour, packing up everything in the studio and taking it outside to a truck they had parked there.

They emptied that place while I was tied there, unable to do anything or say anything. They totally ignored me after they had castrated me. I was like an object, and they didn't even act like I existed. I started to think they would kill me. It occurred to me they had their film, and so I was thinking that they might just do me in. But instead, they just cleaned that place out and left.

They left me there, tied that way, nutted and oh-so-humiliated. I stayed that way all night, feeling the feeling that no man ever wants to feel. The pain was deep and primal, and when I looked on the floor and say my last load all spewed out in lines of cum and wasted there I was so humiliated I can't describe it. The thing in my ass vibrated for hours, until the batteries finally died. I felt so low its not describable. A young man without his balls isn't much of a man. Of course I felt so sorry for myself, and my stupidity, and as I realized the tremendous mistake I had made I just could hardly accept it. Anyway, I lay in that position, tied and spread out, until around noon the next day. That's when I heard some knocking, and then after a few minutes someone broke in the door. Two police officers came into the room then, staring between my spread legs at the tail plug stuffed in my ass and the brand burned into my buttocks. They noticed the missing scrotum right away, and my dried cream on the floor. One of them said "Oh shit...we've got another one."

It turned out that the studio was just an empty house, and the cops didn't find much in their investigation they could use. I spent a few days in the hospital, and answered a host of questions, but not having any insurance, they didn't keep me too long. I eventually got up the nerve and called my dad. I broke down and apologized, and then I begged for forgiveness, and he gave it to me. He borrowed the money that brought me back home, to the farm, where I belong, and now I don't want to leave anymore.

I didn’t want to tell him of course what had really happened, but good to his word he called me in for my whipping almost as soon as I walked in the door. He never gave it to me though....once he saw what had happened and I had sobbed out my story, he let me go. Still, he looked at me different after that, and I really can't blame him. I'm not as bitter as you might think. Life is simpler now. I don't chase girls anymore, and I let my brother have all the magazines. I do the chores without complaint, and I never mention the "accident," as my father prefers to call it. He never mentions it either, although occasionally he too will call me "Hollywood." I work hard, and do all the chores. My favorite chore, barring none, is the one chore I used to hate the most. That's when we geld the ponies. Nobody likes doing them, as they kick a lot and it can be difficult. I don't know what it is, but for some reason, I like doing that now, emptying their sacs and watching them squirm. I really get into it, and I like to laugh as I nut each and every one.

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