One More Gelding At the Ranch

Marla and I have been married for 9 months now. When we first met, we fucked like rabbits. It didn’t take much at all to get either of us started. We would do it anywhere.

Marla owned a horse ranch before we were married. I was a urbanite and knew nothing about horses or running a ranch. After we were married, I started my education. I fed and groomed the horses. I noticed that the males were all missing their balls. I asked my wife about it and she explained to me that they were geldings. When they were young, they were castrated to make them calm and easy to handle.

Marla also explained that she does own a stallion but it is housed at another ranch to keep the mares calm. If a stallion was among them, they would begin to fight to gain dominance. I nodded in false understanding and returned to my work.

After about three months of marriage, my wife began to complain about my sexual advances. Although she complained, she would eventually spread her legs for me only to tell me to hurry up and get over with it. Soon, sex became very mechanical. Marla would only let me inside her once a week. Only then she would threaten to put saltpeter in my food to quell my appetite.

At six months, I noticed I couldn’t get it up anymore. I didn’t have any sexual feelings at all. Fearing my wife had followed through with threats, I went for a blood test. It came back positive for saltpeter. Immediately, I stopped eating the food my wife prepared for me. After a few weeks, my libido returned to normal. I continued to ignore my wife so that she wouldn’t know I was wise to her. This went on for a month.

On faithful morning while I was taking a shower, my wife pulled back the curtain and found me masturbating. “Oh well…” was all she said and closed the curtain. I was shocked and a little fearful. Marla was always quiet when it came to her feelings. I continued my day performing my chores on the ranch.

That evening, I returned to the house smelling of horses as I always did. Marla stood in the in the living room with her arms crossed. Her expression was plain and without emotion. “Come out to the barn,” she ordered with an authoritative voice I had never heard before.

I walked beside Marla as we went to the barn. She remained silent along the way. We arrived inside the barn and Marla turned to me. She kicked off her boots and stripped off her cloths. She laid down in the shaving and spread her legs. “Lick me,” she demanded.

I obliged.

Marla moaned and gyrated as I licked her thick unshaved snatch. I had a rock hard erection, the like I have haven’t experience in months. Marla reached orgasm and pushed my face from between her legs. She rolled over on her hands and knees displaying her firm ass.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

I pulled of my pants and underwear. My erection reached my navel. I dropped to my knees and penetrated her hot tight pussy. I thrust myself deep inside her. “Fuck me hard!” she moans, “Fuck me like it’s your last time.”

I thrust myself in and out of her. Her tight pussy clenched around my cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every sensation my cock gave me. There among the horses, we enjoyed making love fro the first time in months.

As though she knew I was about to ejaculate, Marla rolled over making me slip out of her. She spun around in the shavings and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked my cock like my balls were full of oxygen. I was in ecstasy. She fondled my balls as she sucked. She licked my balls and nibbled at the base of my cock. She looked up at me with soulful eyes. “You’re going to give me a baby,” she said with a soft voice as she laid down on her back with her legs splayed.

I penetrated Marla once again. “Fuck me baby!” she cried out as I pumped my cock inside her. I felt my cum swell inside me. I pumped harder and cried out as I filled Marla’s pussy with my DNA.

I let my cock go flaccid inside her as her pussy pulsated with her own orgasm. I rolled over beside her. “We’re done now,” she said with a soft voice.

“Yes, we’re done,” I replied.

“No…” she sits up pulling a loaded hypodermic needle from her overalls, ‘We’re done.”

Marla injected the contents of the needle into my calf. I blacked out…

Several hours later, I woke in one of the stalls. I was bound in a sling used to suspend pregnant mares that have medical problems. I was naked and cold. I looked over my shoulder to see Marls crouching between my spread legs. I heard the unmistakable sound of scissors. “What’s going on?” I cried out.

“Oh…You’re awake,” Marla said calmly, “I’ve gelded you.”

“What?!” I cried.

“Just finishing off the last stitches,” Marla says as I hear a few quick snips of the scissors.

Marla rises and walks around my suspended body. She holds in her hands a stainless steel bowl. She lowers the bowl so that I can see its contents. Inside are two orbs the size of grapes.

“Why Marla…Why?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“No stallions are aloud on this ranch,” She said calmly, “I bent the rules for a while, but now that’s over. This mare wanted a baby.”

“But…”

“If you didn’t give me one tonight? Well, I’ll have to find another stallion. Now you be a good little gelding and mommy will let you stay in the house. You stay here tonight and think it over.”

Marla kissed me slipping her tongue between my lips. “I love you sweetheart.”\

That was a month ago. The stitches have been removed and I don’t get erections anymore. Marla did get a baby that night. I still live in the house and sleep beside her in our bed. We still have a physical relationship that consists of me petting her. On occasion, I am aloud to go down on her. I do enjoy that as I always had.

Sometimes, Marla makes me sleep in the barn in one of the stalls. She sits and watches me sleep. In the mornings, I have been given a new chore. It is my job to clean the penises of the other geldings and the vaginas of the mares. Marla calls it communal grooming. Sometimes, when no one is around, I clean the mares with tongue. I think they like it because they always turn theirs behinds to me when I enter the barn.

I like my life as a gelding. Whenever I miss my old life, I look between my legs to the empty sack that hangs beneath my penis. I think it’s better this way. I’m surprised there’s not more geldings out there.