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That night in bed, Marys words going through her head, Lisa masturbated. " They were castrating him , they were cutting his stones out Mary. The lucky bitch , she had seen them do it, she had seen a boar being castrated. How she wished it had been her. She almost cried with frustration. Next morning she hurried over to Mary`s. " Show me his testicles " she said to Mary. Mary took her to the hogsheds and produced a small basin. Her stomach felt cramped as she took out the boar`s severed stones. " So this is what those boys have in their sacs" she thought, as she examined them. She felt the wetness now between her legs. "Can I have them?" she asked Mary. "No, you cannot" said Mary. She whispered in Lisa`s ear. " I want them myself, Ido naughty things with them. She would say no more. Back home she thought of the severed nuts. They were so big , he must have been a big lad. How he must have hurt when they were cutting him, cutting out his manhood. Mary said he screamed. How she wished she had been the one who made him scream. She had known that this was done to the male animals on the farm. She had often heard her slut of a mother sniggering about it to the farmhands. She also suspected her mother liked to use the knife herself. She had never let Lisa near the hogpens when the boy`s were being done, but she had often heard them scream and seen her mother coming into the house afterwards with blood on her fingers. She knew where the blood came from.
It was her friend Maria who really knew all about such things. She lived alone with her Uncle Thad. She often confided in Lisa. Thad was a rather weird individual, according to Maria. Maria knew all about castration. She should. Thad made sure of that. From the age of twelve she was cutting the balls out of Thad`s hogs. You see, Thad liked to watch little girls like Maria, cut the balls out of hogs. He liked it so much in fact, that he insisted she do in the nude. He liked it so much he also liked to pull out his pecker and nuts and wank himself as he watched her do it. " Make them scream Maria , make those boys scream" he would cry, as he spurted his cum over her bare arse. It was Thad who told her one day that boys could also be castrated , just like hogs. Thad was very interested in the subject of boys being cut. Turned him on a lot it did. " You should have seen the pictures and videos he let me watch" Maria had said , pictures and videos of naked men and boys being cut just like the hogs". Thad had even shown her how it was done. He had taken out his sac and got her to hold a knife to it and shown her where to cut . "One cut an this side and another cut here, " he said, thats what makes them scream, thats what makes the boys scream. "Then all this white stuff came out of his pecker , all over my hand". Maria said. It was Maria who had brought Dean to the wood one evening. Dean was always a bit simple, to put it mildly. He had always been infatuated with her . Her wish was always Dean`s command. She had earlier told Lisa and Mary to meet her there. Dean was fourteen, a rather pretty looking lad with fair close cropped hair. " What do you want us for ?. Lia asked. Maria grinned. " I am going to show you what a boy has between his legs." Dean was leaning with his back to a tree, and she knelt in front of him. She swiftly pulled down his jeans. He was wearing no underpants. Lisa and Mary gasped. None of them had ever seen a naked boy before. "Spread your legs for them Dean" she ordered, show them what you have got between them." Dean spread his legs apart. Mary`s and Lisa`s eyes were fixed on the boys thick penis and large scrotum. " You see, just like a little bull or hog" said Maria, grasping the boy`s genitals. She took the heavy sac of nuts in her fingers. " They can be castrated the same way to, have their stones cut out just like the boy hogs. She suddenly produced a gelding knife from her pocket. She touched the boy`s scrotum with it . " Like Thad said , you just cut them here and here , and they ain`t boars anymore. But we ain`t going to cut you yet , are we Dean? "no, not just yet. We want your milk , don`t we Dean, no, we won`t cut out your little milkmakers just yet. To be continued.
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