Ah, mountain air, nothing like it thought old Herv as he sat on the bunk house porch with Spike, the ranch dog by his feet. The crisp clean scent of pine trees and snow coming down from the mountains penetrates the body and invigorates the soul. This was Herv’s favourite time of day in the mountains, early morning just as the sun was coming up. Facing the jagged peaks of the Canadian Rockies 20 km to the west, he watched as the suns’ rays bathed the snow-capped peaks in a pinkish white light. The light slowly moved down the face of the mountains as the sun rose higher in the sky. It was a brisk 6 degrees Celsius and Herv was enjoying the serenity of the Rockies in all their glory. Situated about 2-1/2 hours southwest of Calgary, in the rolling foothills of the Rockies the K.T.O. ranch was about as close to heaven as Herv could imagine. City folks just don’t know what they’re missing.

Despite the idyllic setting, the last couple of years had not been kind to the K.T.O. Ranch. The Mad Cow Scare in 03 had pretty much killed off the beef export market and the price of cattle had plunged. Of course the price of cattle feed kept going up and the economic meltdown of 08 had pretty much made it impossible to borrow any more money. The owner had secretly confided to Herv that he might not be able to keep the ranch going much longer. At one time the ranch had over 300 head of cattle, now it was down to about 50. Old Herv had been on the ranch a good 20 years and pretty much done about everything that could be done on a ranch. From hauling hay to rustling cattle to administering first aid and sewing up injured ranch hands when it was needed. They often said if Old Herv didn’t know how to do it, it couldn’t be done.

The staff on the ranch had pretty much shrunk along with its’ fortunes. At one time or another there were upwards of 20 ranch hands, now it was pretty much just Old Herv, the owner and his two nephews.

Ah, the nephews, Dave and Dan, 18 and 19 years old with short brown hair and brown eyes. Despite working out in the fresh mountain air all day, the boys still managed to be pale, pimply and pudgy. Herv always figured the owner hired them as an act of charity to the rest of the family. To say they weren’t too bright was an understatement. Herv figured they probably didn’t have more than 10 brain cells between the two of them. They could work OK as long as they were told what to do and didn’t have to do any of their own thinking. It’s not that the boys were obnoxious or anything, they were just irritating as hell. At least they were good cheap labour for the ranch.

The owner told Herv one day that he had hired a friend of his nephews’ to help out on the ranch for the summer. Being a “friend of the nephews” was not exactly a great recommendation as far as Herv was concerned, but at least he thought it would be nice to have a new face around the ranch. Herv was almost dumbstruck when he finally met the nephews’ friend. His name was Eric, he was 19 years old, in his second year university and was probably one of the best-looking young men Herv had ever seen in his life. When he saw the young man step out of the truck with his big toothy grin, new cowboy hat and tight jeans Old Herv started to get an old familiar lust down in his loins that he hadn’t felt in a long time. The young man had short, dark curly hair sticking out from under his hat, piercing blue eyes, chiseled features with strong cheekbones and prominent chin. Despite his stunning good looks it was the pronounced bulge in the front of the young mans’ light blue Levis 501 jeans that really grabbed Hervs’ attention. It was all Herv could do to concentrate on the young mans’ face as they were introduced.

As Eric was getting settled in the bunkhouse the nephews approached Herv and asked if he could cook up some “Mountain Oysters” to welcome the new ranch hand. Herv had to chuckle as he agreed. This joke was as old as ranching itself and was something they liked to do every time they had visitors from the city. After feeding the city folks a meal of “Mountain Oysters” they always liked to explain to them that they had just eaten a plate of calf testicles. After all, how many oysters did you expect to find in the mountains. It was always fun to see their reaction. Most took it good naturedly, but some of the younger straight guys reacted with out-right horror. The nephews’ always got a kick out of this.

Of course this was not the time of year that they castrated the calves. But Herv always kept a couple of buckets of calf testicles down in the freezer for just such an occasion. That was another one of Hervs’ many jobs. In season it was up to him to do all the geldings. When the nephews had first started coming to the ranch when they were 13 and 14 they found it hilarious to watch Herv castrate the animals. He always had to wave his gelding knife at them (his “Nut Knife” as they called it) and threaten that they would be next if they didn’t piss off and quit bugging him. Over the years Herv figured he must have castrated hundreds if not thousands of animals. And he had eaten sheep, pig, calf and even horse testicles once just to see what they tasted like. He had to admit he did like eating testicles.

When being told they would be serving “Mountain Oysters” in his honour Erik said he never knew they had oysters in the mountains. Oh yes, replied Dave, all the streams and rivers around here have oyster beds. They are a real delicacy. Later that evening during dinner Dave and Dan watched with rapt attention as Eric chewed on his first set of “Mountain Oysters”. “What the hell are you two staring at” said Eric as he noticed Dave and Dan watching him. “We were just wondering how you liked the oysters” replied Dan. Eric admitted that they tasted a lot different than the oysters he had eaten in the city. At this, the nephews burst out laughing and almost fell on the floor. Even Herv had to chuckle to himself as he happily consumed his plate of testicles. Eric started to look somewhat uneasy at the nephews’ reaction and turned several shades of green as the nephews gleefully told him he had just eaten “cow nuts” as they put it. Eric just sat there looking queasy and almost puked when Herv said, well boy if you’re not gonna finish those mind if I do? Dan cheerfully chimed in, better let him have them or he just might eat YOUR nuts next. At this Dan and Dave doubled over and almost wet themselves they were laughing so hard. Herv joined in the laughter but somewhat nervously, as the idea had now been planted in his head. And it was one that he was not going to be able to dismiss easily.

Over the following weeks, the idea continued to gnaw at Herv. And seeing the enticing bulge in Eric’s tight jeans everyday, sure didn’t help much.

As the spring progressed into summer, Herv had many opportunities to admire Eric’s hot body and movie-star good looks. With nobody besides the pudgy nephews and the old owner around, Herv had almost forgotten how stunning a young 19 year-old male in his prime could be. And working on the ranch only served to augment the fine muscled body that Eric already had. Eric would often strip down to his jeans and “wife beater” t-shirt. Showing off his well-muscled shoulders, arms and his firm pecs. Herv loved how Erics’ tight pointed nipples stretched out his sweaty white t-shirt. A dark tuft of straggly dark hair poked out from each armpit. His stomach was flat, and though not quite a “six-pack” he had “abs” most men his age would envy.

The young man sure liked to drink though, as did everyone on the ranch. A hard night of drinking was not unusual after a hard days’ work. Eric just couldn’t handle his liquor though. One night after drinking a lot of whisky, Eric had passed out on the couch and the nephews thought it would be real funny to carry him outside and lock him out on the porch for the night. In the process of carrying him out they managed to drop him on the hard floor several times and Eric just slept through it all.

One Friday night after a hard week and their usual hard drinking session, the nephews had retired fairly early leaving just Herv and Eric on the couch in the living room of the bunk house. Some wildly uninteresting movie was on and Eric soon passed out. Old Herv was pretty drunk and seeing Eric passed out beside him soon started to make him horny. Eric was leaning back with his head resting to one side. Dressed in a red plaid shirt and his usual tight jeans. Herv kept looking sideways at the gorgeous young stud unconscious beside him. Their knees were less than two inches apart. Herv kept glancing sideways and then finally staring blatantly at Eric’s prone figure. The bulge in his jeans that Herv had been admiring for two months now seemed to move slowly up and down as Eric breathed. God Herv wanted to get his hands on those balls. His heart started to beat faster as he worked up the nerve. He grabbed Erics’ shoulder, shook him and said “Hey boy, time to get your ass off to bed”. No reaction. With the alcohol giving him courage he gently placed his hand on the young mans’ knee. Again, no reaction. Herv let his hand rest there for a minute as his heart beat faster and he started to sweat. He slowly slid his hand up the young mans’ thigh, towards that enticing tight bulge. Finally his fingertips lightly brushed Eric’s balls through the thick denim. Herv felt as though his heart was about to explode as he breathed faster and faster but he had come this far and wasn’t going to stop now. With a deep breath he reached out and gently cupped the young mans nuts. He squeezed as slowly and gently as he could so he could get a better feel of their shape and size through the jeans. He could feel Eric’s testicles move slightly as he rubbed his fingers under them. The two oval shapes between his fingers were quite large and firm, WOW. Herv left his hand there for as long as he dared. He ran his thumb gently along Eric’s flaccid penis as it lay up and to the left of his balls. Herv was starting to pop a massive boner, despite all the alcohol in his system. He was contemplating undoing Eric’s belt when he heard one of the nephews’ getting up and heading for the can. Herv quickly removed his hand and went back to watching the movie as his heart pounded loudly away in his chest.

After that night, Herv became downright obsessed with Erics’ testicles. Now that he had finally touched the “Forbidden Fruit” he just knew he had to castrate Eric and eat his nuts, no matter what it took.

A few nights later they all sat around the campfire, shooting the shit and passing around the whiskey. Herv took a seat opposite Eric so he could further check out the young mans’ bulge he had felt earlier. Nice kid, but young, dumb and full of cum, Herv thought. No idea how hot he was or had badly Herv was lusting after what he had hanging between his legs. Herv discreetly glanced at the young ranch hand sitting opposite him across the fire. Eric was sitting on a low stool with his legs spread quite wide. The low stool positioned his knees slightly above his ass. Unbeknownst to Eric, his tight jeans provided a perfect view of his large nuts. His balls formed two distinct curved shapes in the tight denim, illuminated by the light of the fire. As he sat there admiring the view, Herv took out his “Nut Knife” and slowly started to sharpen it on a flint stone. Even through the thick denim Herv could tell the Erics’ left nut was bigger. His soft, thick dick was pushed up and to the left. As the flames of the fire rose a bit they seemed to be licking at the young man’s bulging basket. Ah, nothing like nuts roasting on an open fire, thought Herv. Herv thought about all the animal balls he had cut off and eaten over the years. Surely castrating a young city dude would not be that different. Testicles were testicles, whether they hung on a calf or between the legs of a young ranch hand. Herv kept thinking about how badly he wanted to eat those big balls. He licked his lips as he thought about how much fun it would be, taking his knife to that big bulge between the young mans’ legs and hacking out his nads. He thought about how much jizz must be churning away in those balls. Herv wondered how they would taste, different from cattle balls? Or pig balls? He sure wanted to find out. He was sure the young ranch hand had been beating off though he had never caught him at it. Herv contemplated what it would be like to eat those big balls with all that tasty baby batter trapped inside. Ya nice juicy plump, full nuts and how great it would be cutting them out of the kids’ sac and grilling them over the fire. Herv was developing a serious case of Blue Balls just thinking about castrating the young man.

He slowly began to formulate a plan. He knew Eric tended to black out when he had too much to drink. If he managed to slip some tranquilizers into the whiskey that should really knock the guy out. So it seemed feasible that he could certainly get him unconscious long enough to be castrated. Two other problems though seemed to make it all impossible. First of all how to get him alone long enough to do the deed, and secondly, even though the kid was no genius, Herv was pretty sure Eric would notice if his nuts were gone when he sobered up. Herv put it out of his head as much as he could. But as long as Eric was at the ranch, Herv would never be able to give up the thought of castrating him.

The first problem solved itself. One day the old owner announced that they had a family wedding to attend the next week. It was up in Red Deer, north of Calgary and about a 4 hour drive one-way from the ranch. The owner, his wife and the two nephews would leave on the Friday morning and probably not be back before Sunday afternoon at the earliest. This would leave Herv and Eric alone on the ranch for a good 2 days.

A few nights later they were all sitting around the campfire again. Herv was sitting there sharpening his “Nut knife” when suddenly the solution to the second problem dawned on him and he started laughing out loud. The solution was so simple and had been there all along. Eric and the nephews couldn’t figure out what Herv was laughing about. When Eric asked him what was so funny, Herv just replied, “Trust me, you don’t want to know”.

Finally the Friday rolled around and the owner and his nephews headed off, leaving Eric and Herv all alone on the ranch. As Eric was out working in the yard Herv headed into the ranch house. He always looked after the place when the owner wasn’t around. The owners’ wife was the nervous sort and Herv knew that she kept tranquilizers in the house. She had several prescriptions in the medicine cabinet, Herv picked the one that said on the label “Do Not Mix With Alcohol” This one ought to do the trick he thought.

Later that night when Herv offered him a drink Eric declined, saying he was really tired and wanted to have an early night. Shit thought Herv, he couldn’t exactly force the kid to have a drink. Eric headed off to the dormitory leaving Herv brooding in the living room. The bunkhouse had a large 12 person dormitory, large kitchen and living area and one private bedroom. As senior man, Herv got the bedroom while Eric and the nephews shared the dormitory. Later as Herv was heading to the can to take a leak he heard the distinct sounds of Eric beating off in the dormitory. Guess he was taking advantage of the nephews’ absence to pump out a few loads in peace. Oh well, better enjoy it buddy, thought Herv. Its’ going to be your last chance.

Next morning Herv saddled up two horses and told Eric they needed to check some fences at the far side of the ranch. Herv knew the fences were fine, he also knew Eric wasn’t a very good a rider. They headed off at a slow trot with Spike the dog following faithfully behind. When they got to some open ground Herv spurred his horse into a gallop and Eric’s horse instinctively followed. Herv could tell by the grunts coming from Eric that the gallop was having its desired effect. Eric was mashing his balls on the back of the saddle. Ya thought Herv, he’s sure going to have sore nuts after this ride.

That afternoon as Eric was rather slowly walking into the kitchen he noticed a bucket of calf testicles thawing out on the kitchen counter. Eric made a mental note to himself not to have any meat at dinner that night.

Later that evening Eric did indeed have sore balls and stiff legs and readily accepted Herv’s offer of a drink.

They sat around on the couch shooting the shit and resting their feet on the solid wood coffee table. Eric headed off to take a leak while Herv headed into the kitchen to “freshen up” the drinks. While Eric was pissing Herv quickly ground up the tranquilizers, mixed them into Eric’s whiskey with some fresh ice and headed back into the living room.

Herv calmly passed Eric the drink and waited patiently as Eric soon passed out and was contently snoring away on the couch. He waited a good 20 minutes before shaking him vigorously, saying it was time to go to bed, no reaction. Herv figured it was now or never to launch his plan. Eric was sitting back on the couch, with his arms at his sides and his legs crossed. Herv stood up, grabbed Eric’s right knee and uncrossed his legs. He spread them out and then went to his bedroom to get his “doctors’ kit” that he used when he was stitching up injured ranch hands. Next he retrieved the bucket of calf testicles from the kitchen and placed it on the floor beside Erics’ left foot. Next he sat on the coffee table, facing the unconscious young man and took out his “Nut Knife”.

As his heart was pounding away Herv took a moment to admire the beautiful young man he was about to castrate. He wore a blue plaid shirt and his usual tight jeans. He looked even more masculine as he slept. Herv could not resist fondling the bulge between his legs again, it was so enticing. Slowly he undid the buttons on Erics’ shirt. As he got past the second one the young mans’s firm chest and “wife beater” t-shirt came into view. Finishing the buttons Herv pushed the shirt back off Eric’s shoulders and let it rest there. It would be too much work to strip the young man down completely and Herv didn’t want to move him around any more than he had to. This was enough to reveal his bushy armpits with their pungent, masculine scent. Guys on the ranch didn’t necessarily shower as often as they could and this suited Herv just fine. He liked the smell of a sweaty guy and Eric’s odour was as masculine as the rest of him. He grabbed Eric’s tight t-shirt and pulled it upwards, freeing it from his belt and tight jeans. Then he grabbed the shirt tail and peeled the shirt up, over Eric’s pecs and bunched it up near his neck. This was enough to reveal his firm pecs and tight nipples. Herv took the opportunity to run his hands over the young man’s chest and stomach muscles. His abs were firm, but Herv detected some softness there. The kid was just beginning to get the trace of a gut. Better lay off the booze he thought.

Eric continued to doze languidly with his arms at his side and his head leaning to the left. Herv paused to admire his nicely muscled, lean torso, with tight pecs and abs that only a young 19 year old man in his prime can possess. A thin “Treasure trail” of sparse dark hairs seemed to spill out of his navel and led down into the top of his tight faded jeans. The white band of his underwear was sticking up over the top of his jeans. The kid’s package was making a bulge in the tight denim, almost as if his nuts and dick were straining to escape. Herv could not resist rubbing his hands over the kid’s bulge again and again. Feeling out the shape of the soft dick and firm nuts contained within. Herv slowly undid Erics’ belt buckle and unlooped it. Herv popped a raging hardon as his fingers grasped the top button of the young mans’ tight 501’s. The first button was a little hard to undo and Herv had to work a bit at it. But when the first button was released the top of the jeans split open suddenly. This made the remaining buttons easier to get at. Herv slowly worked the jeans halfway down over the young mans hips and ass. This was enough to reveal a pair of sweaty, tattered grey boxer briefs. The tubular shape of the young mans’ dick was immediately obvious as it stretched about 4 inches to the left. The tight worn cotton seemed to clutch at the kids’ knob and the ridge of his dick head was distinctly outlined against the stretched material. A small wet spot about the size of a quarter darkened the cotton at the tip of Erics’ dick. Guess the kid didn’t shake it off enough after his last piss, thought Herv. The faded gray briefs seemed to wrap themselves around the young mans’ fat nuts, his obviously bigger left nad swelling the underwear, lower and larger than the right one. Then Herv slowly pulled down the young man’s sweaty grey boxer briefs. First exposing his thick, course black bush, then the plump shaft of his limp but still impressive cut penis. Finally the vertical folds of his loose scrotum and his large, though not too hairy ballsac came into view. Herv’s dick instantly started to drip precum when he glanced at his soon to be meal. Herv whistled as he saw the young mans’ nads uncovered for the first time. WOW look at them balls. Yes He thought, the kids’ nuts sure will make a nice meal.

He pulled the underwear halfway down Erics’ hips, then he slowly cupped his sweaty balls and gently lifted them up and rested them on top of the elastic band of the underwear. This was enough for Herv to get at them without too much re-dressing to do afterwards. Herv had a shot of whisky to calm his nerves, OK he thought no going back now. He picked up his “nut knife” with his right hand and grabbed the bottom of Eric’s loose scrotum with his left. Pulling tightly down on the skin sac revealed the distint oval shape of Erics’ nads within. As gently as he could, but with some force to break the skin, Herv pushed the point of the knife into Erics’ scrotum, right between the two balls. He inserted the tip of the blade only about an eighth of an inch in. Just enough to penetrate the sac but he didn’t want to nick the balls. Eric remained oblivious as Herv slowly tugged the knife downwards just to the right of the scrotums’ centerline. After a few seconds Herv had managed to open an inch long slit in Erics’ ballsac. This should be enough to fish out his nuts thought Herv. He put down the knife and slowly shoved his right index finger into the cut. He worked it down between Erics’ nuts, they felt warm and slimy, WOW, thought Herv, he had his finger in another guys nutsac! He slowly moved his finger under Erics’ smaller right nut and hooked the nut cord. Using the thumb and index finger of his left hand he applied pressure to widen the slit and gently lifted Erics’ right nad out with his finger. Wow, one down, it didn’t look that different from a calfs’ nut thought Herv. Now that his right nut was out, there was more room in the scrotum for Herv to fish out the larger left nut. And soon both of Erics’ testicles were resting on the outside of his scrotum. Herv became totally absorbed in what he was doing as Eric still dozed away. Herv picked up his nut knife and thought OK, here goes, sorry kid. With that, he placed the knife under Erics’ right ball cord, blade up. Pushing down on the cord with the thumb and index finger on his left hand he gently sawed through the cord with his right. The sharp blade went through the cords and sperm tube in a few seconds and suddenly Eric was half-castrated. The testicle and about a quarter inch of cord came free in Hervs’ now sweaty palms. He placed Erics’ right ball on the coffee table. Sweating profusely he placed the blade under Erics’ left nut cord and sawed through again. Herv started to violently cream his jeans as he finally finished castrating the kid. WOW, he had finally done it!! He had castrated another guy!!! The now nutless Eric seemed to get a look of discomfort on his face but he continued to doze. Herv gently placed Erics’ left testicle on the coffee table beside the other nut. Herv felt like he was going to be ill, but he wasn’t done yet. Fishing into the bucket of calf testicles he finally found two that roughly matched the shape and size of Erics’ severed nads. After inserting the two calf testicles into Erics’ scrotum he expertly stitched up the cut. It was close to the centerline and Herv figured the numerous folds of Erics’ loose scrotum would hide the scar.

He pulled Erics’ underwear and jeans back up and went to the can to wash his hands. As he passed the kitchen he heard Spike scratching at the door to get in. He opened the door and the dog bounded into the bunkhouse. As he was washing up Herv debated how he was going to cook Erics’ testicles. Suddenly he heard a noise in the living room and returned just in time to see Spike wolfing down Erics’ balls on the coffee table. Noooooooo!

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