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When the last of the pigs had been cut we ran back to our hideaway. I had never felt such excitment before, not even when we played Doctors and Nurses, not even when I fantasised about seeing Peter naked. This was different. It felt so dirty, so naughty, so different. "Testicles being cut out of their sacs", I kept repeating to myself, as we ran across the field, "those little boys had their testicles cut out of their sacs". And by that dirty old woman. How helpless they had been. Tied on their backs with their legs open, their balls bared, bared for her knife. They had struggled and screamed but to no avail. How the boys had screamed when the knife cut. They were not real boys anymore, they had no balls, she had cut the `boyhood` out of them . How the old bitch must have enjoyed it. Imagin being able to do that to a male. Imagin having a knife in your hand, selecting one of those lovely nuts, and cutting. My knickers were soaking now, my mind racing.
We were breathless when we got inside the shed. I looked at Kate. Her face was flushed like mine. Somehow I knew she felt the same as me, that it had excited her to. Peter was standing by the table, his face red. At first I thought that he was embarrassed by the fact that two girls had seen such a thing, had seen such a thing done to a boy. Then I saw the bulge in his shorts. The cutting of the pigs had done something to him also. Then I saw that Kate`s eyes were fixed on his bulge. She had a strange look on her face. She went over slowly to Peter and stood behind him, and put her arms around his waist. They stood like that for ages. Then she started to caress his chest and belly slowly with one hand. Her hand then went under his vest as she continued to stroke him. I watched, fasinated, as the hand slowly slipped down and grasped Peter between his legs and stroked the bulge. I expected him to object at any moment and shove her away. But he never moved. He just stood there, his face flushed and his eyes closed. I could hear his heavy breathing now. I was in a trance, my eyes glued to her hand, and where it was rubbing and squeezing. Then I heard Kate`s voice. " I think you have two big swollen things down here Peter" she said very quitely, I think they need to be examined, what do you think Peter, do they need to be examined?. " Yes" he whispered. I stood with my mouth open, as her hand went slowly to the belt of Peter`s shorts and began to undo it. Her fingers pulled down the zip. A terrible excitment took hold of me now, I knew what was coming. This was not going to be our normal game. I was going to see what Peter had between his legs, what I had dreamed about for so long. She placed her hands on his hips and began to slowly pull down his shorts and underpants. Slowly his lower belly was exposed. A thought then struck me like a bolt of lightening, I felt my knees go weak. I was going to see him. See him there. Where the pigs had been cut. He was a boy, he had balls, balls like the pigs. Pigs could cut down there, have their balls cut out. Then it struck me. Boys could be cut like that, cut like little pigs. Now I was going to see what could be cut. His shorts were off now. I gasped. To be continued.
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