The Sheep Cutter

I am a veterinarian, and I love animals. All animals. I make most of my money on domestic dogs and cats, and a few parakeets too, but it doesn’t matter what kind of animal I see and I've done my share of work for the ranchers and the farmers too. I get around, and am known in my circles as a "traveling doc" as I'll go where I'm needed and I make myself available. As a single woman, I get my share of stares, and being blond, with big tits that men love to look at, I also get my share of propositions.

I have the body that men crave and I'm not ashamed to say it. I believe in dressing casual, although that doesn't mean I'm trying for a cow girl image. Just the opposite really; and I do like to dress up now and then. Still, I’m happiest when I'm wearing my tight jeans and am out in the barn delivering a difficult calf or nursing a sick horse back to life. I love what I do, and I do it well. I send my money to the Humane Society, and I give to the Sierra Club and the local animal shelter. I have to say that I like women more than men, but that's probably because it is they that pay my salary, bringing me their pets and trusting me to take care of them.

Now, having said that, I also like men, so don't get me wrong there--I'm no lesbian. Still, farmers and ranch hands don't do much for me, and most guys in jeans and cowboy boots I don't find attractive. I think it's primarily their attitudes about animals that get me down. The rodeo guys really piss me off, and how they can engage in such a spectacle at the animals' expense is hard for me to understand. Most men in these parts are hunters too, with their NRA stickers and gun racks in the back of their pickups.

Now, I'm all for gun ownership; don't get me wrong there either. But even so no matter how I listen to them I can't accept their justification for sport killing. If this was the 1800's and we HAD to do it that's one thing. But it isn’t and they are doing it just for fun and for nothing else. I really find it incomprehensible as they try to justify the animal executions they commit in the name of sportsmanship. They don't "kill" anything either; no, they use other words like "take" or "harvest" to describe their slaughter. Come on!

That's the way men are though, and I know I can't change them. Yeah, it's just the way they are, the nature of things and men in general, and yet as I watch them jut around like a bunch of premadanas I still can't figure them out. I watch them drink their beer and for the most part I want nothing to do with them. I guess it's because I know their feelings toward animals will never change. I try and understand them, but I can't. I don't know why they hurt the innocent creatures of the land, but they do, and they even laugh when they are doing it. It makes me sick.

I've sure tried to understand them. Once, I even tried to fix them. I have. In fact, last summer I did something I can't get out of my mind. It all started innocently enough. I went to watch the local high school club Future Farmers of America as they learned to castrate rancher's sheep. It's something they always do in the spring of the year, and the high school's farm clubs get invited out to a participating ranch where they can have a hand in the chore. I've neutered and sprayed more than a few dogs and cats, but I've always done it under a general anesthesia and in a very medical setting. I knew this was going to be different before I went, but still I wasn’t prepared for the suffering it turned out to be.

Why did I go then? Hell if I know. I'm not stupid. I already knew that ranchers castrated their own animals. Everyone knows that. But I just really didn't know exactly HOW they did it. So, while I had heard about it I really didn't believe it I guess, and so I decided I had to see it for myself. I saw the date and time in the local small town paper, and I just decided to up and go on nothing but a whim. Lots of parents go and more than a few teachers are there, so it was pretty easy to just tag along, in a manner of speaking. With three different schools invited everyone just assumed I was with one of the other groups.

I couldn't go on the school bus of course, so I drove out separately in my own pickup. Since there were three schools there simultaneously and I was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt I looked the part and no one suspected I was not with one of the groups. In fact, nobody ever asked me what I was doing there or even who I was. At the time I felt like a spy, and in a way I guess, I was.

When I arrived there was this handsome ranch hand and he caught my eye right away. His name was Joel, and he greeted everyone and explained the process of animal castration as if it was just something that happened everyday. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was just out of high school it turned out, although at the time I figured he was only about seventeen or so. He wasn’t though. While he looked younger, he was actually nineteen, and for a nineteen year old he had a rock hard body and GOD he was handsome!

His cheeks were flushed red, almost like a sunburn, and there was a dusting of blond hair on his face that was cute as hell. It was well short of a beard. It was just thick fuzz, like peach fuzz, and while I think he thought keeping it made him look more mature in reality it just highlighted his youthfulness. He was still sprouting his way into manhood, and he was cute as hell. He had that country boy accent too, and I listened to him talk, staring at him, watching him with an interest that is hard to describe.

I know my heart was pounding and just looking at him made my juices start to flow. As for the way he talked, I LOVED his accent! But as for the words and the subject matter, I was appalled at how he thought. He was so matter-of-fact about it all that it was almost scary, and yet the group of school kids watching and listening seemed to nod in agreement with everything he said.

"Of course, castration is important and insures the meat isn't tainted, and we get a faster weight gain and a better product to market as a result. That in turn increases my dad's profits, and if you don't castrate you won't make it plain and simple as a rancher today. The important thing is to do it right, so that the trauma in minimized and you don't have any losses. I'll show you how it's done, and then each of you that wants to can try it yourself."

He acted like he did this every day. Then, in a shock, I saw him just grab that first sheep like it was unimportant, and without any anesthesia or ANYTHING he took that animal's balls. God! And he didn't stop there! After the first one he just started nutting the poor animals one after another, talking and teaching how it is done almost as if it was just the normal thing to do! I watched him and as I did I grew madder and madder. He would just hold the animal, upside side and with its high legs spread, and then with his little pocketknife he would just slice the bottom right off the animal's scrotum. God. You could see the testicles exposed, quivering in their sac, and he would look at them then and a grin would grow across his face. Then, while we all watched, he would lean down and literally pull out the animal's balls with his teeth. WITH HIS TEETH!!! I KID YOU NOT!!!!!

He would jerk his head and snap their cords in the process, and the animals would spasm as he held them fast and castrated them. Joel was an expert at it. He didn't take long either, and after he had them castrated then he just threw the severed testicles in a large bucket that was there for the purpose. Afterwards he would grin again from ear to ear.

After he had done about six of them, one after the other, he talked another kid through the process. After that, he had all the boys grabbing sheep and fighting each other for the opportunity to take a set of balls. I had never seen anything like it, and that first time I watched it, the Future Farmers of America, it made an impression that sticks with you forevermore. I did learn a few things though. You would think the animals would bleed a lot but they didn't, and the young man taught them to make the slice so quick that the animal hardly had time to react. Hardly, but still, they would jerk and struggle as the boys nutted them, and you could tell they were suffering even though the boy teaching said they were not.

In the group I watched there was only a single girl, and the rest of the group was made up of all teenage boys. I'd guess they were around fourteen or fifteen, slicing the sacs one after the other and giggling like it was some kind of game. Of course, there was the older blond boy teaching them, telling them how to make the cut and how to stretch out the balls until they were pulled right off. Joel guided them one animal after another, and he seemed to relish it all. To me, it was the meanest and cruelest thing I had ever seen, plain and simple.

Still, the boys didn't seem to think so. In fact, they would do it and laugh, like it was a game of sorts to use their knife and their teeth and to castrate an innocent animal in the process. It was like a party game to them! Sac after sac was emptied, and as I watched the bucket filled up with the severed testicles from the poor animals that were having it done to them.

The animals of course were totally frightened, but even so they had no idea what was about to happen until their balls were being taken. How could they? No animal could ever suspect that was going to happen to them. All the while I watched the older teen, teaching, describing the technique and giving pointers as the other young men learned the process. Each time, the animals were held fast and their legs were stretched apart, and then after that it was just a matter of the boy taking his knife and making the cut, straight across and through the bottom of the bulging scrotum. It was nothing like the careful surgery I do in the office. The boys' cuts just ripped open the animal scrotums like a purse, open at the bottom, and while there was some fluid and a little blood it wasn't like a big gush or anything.

Using their teeth just added to the barbaric horror as far as I was concerned. Some of the boys didn't like it either, and tried to grab the twin testicles with their hands instead of grabbing the sacs in their teeth. But, it didn't work at all. They initially tried to strip out the testicles with their hand, but they were way too slippery for that, and when the kids tried to grab the balls and pull them out they would slip from their fingers every time.

Joel taught them to use their teeth to make it easier and he would do another sheep just to show them again and again. Soon he had them all doing it, and watching THAT literally made me ill. I'll have to say it works though, and the boys did seem to enjoy doing it. As I watched it was the method the boys were taught, and in fact soon enough they were all doing it themselves. There was certainly lots of laughter as it was being done, and if the sheep struggled or made a noise the laughter increased expedientially. One after the other the young boys made their cuts and then leaned over and took the bite.

As they did that they would clamp their teeth and then pull back with their heads, stripping out the two orbs, pulling out on them and stretching out the cords, pulling them away from the body and right out of it through the open end of the sac. The kids didn't eat the balls, even though it looked like there were. Instead, they just grabbed the nads, biting down on one side of them, and as they did the animal's testicles pulsated there, between their teeth. Of course, the animal spasmed as it was being done. The boy's would usually grin then, and then start pulling backwards, as their friends watched and encourage them. Finally, the two cords literally snapped apart and disappeared back inside the split scrotum, leaving the young sheep castrated and empty.

I know there is science to the method, and since that day I've had it explained to me and so I understand it better now. Still, its WRONG! Wrong wrong wrong I say! They say the way they are pulled apart closes the cords, so that the ends are stretched as they snap, and that in turn reduces the tendency to bleed that would otherwise be the case if the knife was used to do it all. Perhaps that's true. If you asked, the boys will admit it’s a little messy, but they will say it's not too bad, and afterwards there is usually a laugh and a cheer and a little applause once the balls are gone and the animal is done.

Anyway, before I get sidetracked, as I was saying last summer I was watching it happen, sitting on a ranch where the group of boys had gathered. There were about thirty of them. Joel was teaching the class, and he had my full attention. He filled up his jeans, and he was just so fuckable I wanted him. I had watched him do it all day, teaching the group and demonstrating to them the proper technique. He was very patient, and he worked with every kid as he learned how its done. Joel would do a sheep and then let a boy try it himself. If he screwed it up, then Joel would do another, and then give the boy another chance. The poor animals were frantic, and yet there was nothing they could do but just wait to be nutted. I'll have to say the older boy had it down, doing his animal tortures one after the other. As a group, the boys did their terrible deed and one by one the sheep were nutted, making their jerk, 'bahhing' loudly as they were castrated.

I couldn't take my eyes off of the boy doing it, teaching the others and making the misery happen. He had bright, blue eyes, and a smile that radiated across his face like it was just a game to him. There was something about the way he looked as he spit out the sheep's balls one after the other, grinning from ear to ear as he showed the other boy's how its done.

I guess I watched him for hours, doing the deed, and he started to notice me about mid-afternoon. I winked at him when he looked my way, and later when he was staring at me I put my finger in my mouth and sucked it, slowly, like a Popsicle. That got his full attention, and I even saw the bulge in his pants where his dick stirred. I knew I was getting to him, and I was right. He took an interest in me after that, and as he would talk and cut and rip out the balls he kept looking over at me, eyeing my tits, and I could see I was having an effect on him that seemed to grow and grow. As he grew interested in me I decided that enough was enough and he needed to be taught a lesson. I don't know, perhaps I'm wrong about it but I had to take some action.

I was almost old enough to be his mother, and yet I could tell the boy didn't care. He was watching me, looking up at my big tits and more than once I drew his attention and upset his concentration. He couldn't figure me out, and I guess he figured me for a teacher. He knew I had sex on my mind, and that knowledge had an affect on him.

The boy was talented, and he was a good teacher. I watched him carefully, and learned his technique. I've done a lot of castrations but nothing like the way he was doing it. On the bigger sheep he used a rope and tied the animal in place, with its legs spread, and as he did that he said: "Sheep are a lot easier to cut when they are restrained." Well I pictured myself doing it his way, making the cut and taking the balls, and by the time the sheep had all been nutted and the school clubs had left the ranch I knew enough to try it myself.

Of course, a sheep was the last thing on earth I would ever hurt intentionally. I stared at the young man who had taught the class, wondering how anyone as hot and sexy as he was could do such a thing. Still, he had, and he seemed to laugh and laugh and to think it was funny. When the last school bus pulled out and the other cars had gone, I paused by my pickup and turned to face the boy. He was staring at me and I was staring at him.

For a few seconds neither of us said anything. Then, I locked eyes with him, staring, and then after that the opportunity just came to me. I almost drove away, but the boy looked so damn hot and I could tell he was staring at me. As I studied him it was obvious that he was also hard in his pants. As I looked at him, staring at my tits, I gave him the wink and that brought him to me.

As he approached me he said: "Hey cowgirl, you like nuttin time? You wanna try one?"

I smiled, and said "Yeah...it looks intriguing. I...I don't know....it still seems barbaric to me."

He grinned. "Nah...it ain't barbaric....its fun actually, and the sheep are better off for it. They are always chasing each other, and that all stops once I nut em and they are worth a lot more once they're done. I'd let you do one, but unfortunately, we've nutted them all. I should have saved one out. You would have enjoyed it."

Relieved, I said "Oh.....I see. Perhaps we could do something else." As I said that I glanced to his crotch, and had the thought that his nads would do nicely. From the bulge there, he had a hell of a sac. Of course, the boy felt no fear and instead his eyes lit up the way they do on a teenage boy seeing sex rapidly becoming a real possibility. He stared at me, hesitating, and I embraced him then. He gasped, and his eyes were so bright and he was so excited after that it's hard to describe. Before I knew it, I was kissing him deep and passionately and hugging him as if there was no tomorrow coming.

As I felt him and stared into his eyes I finally asked him his age. I'm not into raping a minor. I don't know--he could have lied, but he said he was nineteen and had graduated from the high school last year. Hell, I was fifteen years older than he was, but I just didn't care and the boy was too excited to let it bother him. With his parents gone for the day he was running things. Obviously, the possibility of getting laid was driving him nuts, and it had come to him so suddenly he wasn’t sure exactly what to do. Still, although he fumbled some, the kid wasn’t stupid and he made his move. I asked him how many girls he had had and he told me "a few."

I looked to the bucket of sheep balls, and thought of all the poor animals he had castrated. The entire bucket was full, and it seemed such a waste. I whispered in his ear: "Hey cowboy, you want to fuck me?" He swallowed, and his eyes lit up, and he grinned like a kid. Then he nodded. I glanced to the big bucket, and then I said "What about those....you just gonna leave them there?" He was fondling my tits by then, and he glanced to it and said: "Oh those....you ever eaten any? They are great. When my parents get home we are just gonna fry up the lot in a little while anyway. Hey...how about we cook some up and have dinner...just you and me? You'll like em....I promise. I love eating balls....its my favorite dinner!"

I smiled, and then I kissed him deeper then, and he squeezed my left tit, maybe a little too hard as he felt my nipple. Still, I smiled and encouraged him, and he fumbled some more. I reached down to his jeans and undid his belt, and then I popped open the top of his pants. He gasped again, and as I eased them down his big fat boner popped out, eagerly bouncing with his excitement. The boy kicked off his jeans and tossed them to the bed, and I kissed him deeply and together we fell onto it.

He wasn’t very sure of himself, and yet he was so excited it was almost funny. He groped around some, and then found my tits, and soon enough with just a little encouragement he was sucking them like a baby. It was almost like he had never seen a woman. He was so hard the boy was like a piece of steel, and finally I let him fuck me. He fucked like an amateur. I put his cock in where he wanted it to go even, although once he was there instinct took over and he began his thrusting. When he was doing it and sweating he confessed to me I was really his first "real" girl, and yet even as he fumbled his big cock felt good as he worked his meat and pumped out his teenage jism. His naked ass went up and down, pushing his pole in and out of me, faster and faster as he fucked and fucked. His eyes were wide, staring, and a line of drool escaped his lips as he did his fucking. He was so excited, and the sparkle in his eyes and the red blushed cheeks of the boy intensified as he thrust.

He was innocent as hell, but he fucked like an animal in heat, sweating as he fucked and soon his back literally glistened. I clawed his wet back and enjoyed my orgasm, feeling his pole as he slid it in and out like a jackhammer. He fucked like a kid--inexperienced as hell, but he lasted long enough to give me what I wanted and so when he came it was fun to watch him do it. His blue eyes stared straight ahead, and he grunted as he shot his milk and ejaculated into me. His tight ass was hot as hell, and I liked feeling it as he squirted.

Afterwards, when he was staring at me, it was almost like he was looking to see if he had done it correctly. I told him he was hot and did a good job. He grinned that big grin of his then, and he seemed very pleased with himself.

I started to talk to him then, asking him how he learned to castrate the sheep and how long he had been doing it. He told me as long as he could remember, and figured he had nutted more than a thousand in his lifetime. He said he loved ranching, and he loved sheep, and that's when I asked him if he had ever fucked one. He blushed red....and stared, and then I laughed and he laughed and he said "Hell...when I was fourteen I did....I was scared but I did it a few times. I used to sneak out at night and do it. I've never told anyone though. My dad would have killed me."

I laughed and told him I hoped I was better, and he said "OH YEAH...oh YEAH YOU WERE!"

He was on cloud nine, the little sheep-fucking pervert, and yet as I felt his excitement and played with his slimy pole that he had fucked me and those sheep with, I have to say the sex was good. It was. It was strange getting laid there, in that ranch house, and in a kid's bedroom with the smell of the animals outside. The kid's room was small, and the bed wasn’t that big either. It was just a twin bed, a kid's bed really, and his rodeo trophies and his pin ups decorated the walls and shelves. He had won more than a few ribbons roping and riding as he had grown up, and using animals was obviously a part of who he was and the way he had been raised.

Of course, he wasn’t a kid anymore. As I looked around his room I saw his can of chewing tobacco, a few photos of him with a girl in their cowboy hats, and in his drawer he had stashed a rubber. He had started to go for it just before the fuck, but I had put him off, as I wanted to feel his cream and savor his wad and I knew he didn't have anything to catch. On a whim I looked under his bed, and there was his stash of girlie mags, along with a box of tissues to clean up his mess when he relieved himself. Well, no matter. Soon enough the whole lot would be in the trash, along with the rubber and other stuff that would lose importance in the months to come. That made me smile, and I worked his pole and felt the wetness of the end of it. The entire room was typical for a teenage country boy.

Before he had laid me I had suggested the King bed in the back room, but his face had gone white and he said that was his parents and he wouldn’t do it there. He was so insecure in so many ways when it came to women, and yet he was stiff as a piece of steel when he saw my bare tits staring up at him. Yeah, he wasn't that confident and he had flailed some, but he had managed his first fuck and it was fun to let him do it.

Still, while I found him sexy as hell I couldn't get all those poor animals out of my mind, and so after the sex was done, and he was laying there holding me I stared at the bucket of balls and gently stroked him until he fell fast asleep. God, how many sacs had he taken? I stared back at him, at his face, and at the peach fuzz he was growing and the hair on his upper lip. It was all blond, and he was oh so cute. I wanted to feel those soft cheeks, to touch them, but I let him sleep instead and just watched his bare chest rise up and down and that cute little 'post-fuck' smile pasted across his face. He still had some growing up to do. He had little round tuffs of arm pit hair. Still, the hair over his cock was thick and blond, the way it often is on a teenager who is well into manhood.

As I looked at him, and the big bucket of balls he had taken, I knew he was going to hurt animals for the rest of his life. As I was staring at him, sleeping so innocently, I made the decision to avenge them and to teach him a lesson. If I had thought it out I probably would just have left, but I was staring at his young fat sac and his relaxed, satisfied cock, and as I looked at him and watched him sleep I started to think about him and the way he thought about animals. Hell, he had nutted them like it was a game, and worse, he even had admitted to sexually assaulting some of them. I figured he was probably still doing that at least occasionally.

I quietly got up out of bed and slipped on my panties, and then I went and picked up some of the rope he had used to restrain the older sheep. I knew it would work to tie him with. He didn't even move when I looped the ropes around his wrists. I kissed him carefully as I made the knots, and soon enough I had him tied with his arms up and over his head, secured tightly to the headboard. I kissed him carefully then, and then went to his ankles and started on them. He woke up as I was doing that, and he was really confused as he watched me truss him out in his little boy bed.

I looked to him and said: "I've always wanted to fuck a tied up man--just give me a minute" and he grinned, and laughed and then let me finish. I guess he trusted me. He just had no idea what I was thinking and so he just let me finish making the knots and getting him trussed out where I wanted him. It was so easy and soon enough his legs were spread wide and his sac was totally vulnerable.

He was just a young man, and I almost didn't do it. As I stared at his youthful body, and his smooth chest and flat, ripped abs, I almost left him a man. It was a tough decision. He was just a ranch kid, handling things while his parents were running errands in town, castrating sheep and doing his 'chores.' Still, he had been no match for an older woman that had gone after him. Seeing him trussed out, and oh-so-innocent, I knew I was going to have some fun. He had already told me we had the place to ourselves, at least until early evening, and so I wasn't in too big of a hurry and I wanted to enjoy what I had decided to do.

Finally, I started fondling his cock, and then as it grew larger again I took it into my mouth and started working it. He was in heaven with the first touch of my tongue. I sucked it well, sliding my tongue up and over the tip, flicking it there, and working his shaft as if it was a Popsicle. He grunted and groaned and stared, watching me as I sucked him....his hard dick stiff and eager even though he had used it to fuck me only minutes before.

Slowly I fondled his sac, playing with his big balls, working the testes and hefting them. He gasped, and moaned, and then said "That feel's so fucking good." I laughed, and said "Your first blow job?" He nodded, and grinned, and I grinned back. Then, I let my smile disappear, and finally I whispered to him...."Hey big boy.....don't cum....not yet....if you cum I might just nut you the way you taught me."

I giggled then, and he laughed...a little, but then he looked at me and his eyes grew bigger. I sucked him harder then, and he said "Hey....don't kid me like that....oh...GOD THAT REALLY FEELS GOOD. I'VE DREAMED ABOUT THIS--OH...OH ITS SO GOOD. WOW! I smiled again, and licked the tip again, underneath the head of his cock and up and through the slit. He gasped, and then he said: "If you keep that up, I think I'm gonna blow my wad again!"

I grinned, and said "tsk tsk tsk....no you won't......or I'll have to add your balls to the bucket. Don't make me do that!"

I glanced to the bucket, and his eyes followed. He stared at the big bucket of severed testicles, and I saw him swallow. He figured I was kidding, but this time, he wasn’t as positive. He swallowed again, and I saw him stretch within his bonds, testing them. His wrists were tied out tight, and his ankles were tied to the footpost and he wasn’t going anywhere. He struggled then, harder, jerking on the ropes and as he did so the boy realized the knots were real. Then he said "Hey...you're scaring the shit out of me lady. Why don't you untie me--you don't have to tie me up to suck me off. I'm not going anywhere."

I smiled, and ran my tongue around the end of his dick...in a circle there, working it and holding it. As I did so, I used his own words and said to him as I sucked, "Nah...Joel, I like you tied up...and well....you are a good teacher. You said sheep are a lot easier to cut when they are restrained well." As I said that, his face went white.

I smiled and winked at him, and I could tell he wasn’t sure if I was serious or not. Then I said: "Now....don't cum....or I might have to add another set to the bucket." As I was mumbling the words, I reached up to his jeans, laying on the bed where he had hurriedly pulled them off not so long before, and gently and slowly pulled his little pocketknife from the holder on his belt. As he saw me do that, the teenager gasped.

Then I began to suck him in earnest, working his young hard cock like it was a real treat. He gasped and moaned, and yet even so I watched his eyes as he watched me suck his cock. As I was doing that, bobbing my red lips up and down on his shaft, I opened his knife and slowly brought the blade up against the bottom of his scrotum. He grunted then, and started begging, and yet I just kept sucking and felt his cock as it twitched.

He was begging me to untie him, even as he enjoyed his first blow job. It was just so intense for him, his cock was in heaven and the feeling was overwhelming him even as he stared at the knife against his sac. I could tell he was losing control, and the boy knew it too. His cock twitched and pulsated in my mouth, and I worked my tongue up and down his shaft. Then I said "Naughty naughty.....you are such a naughty boy Joel.....look how hard your cock is. I'm old enough to be your mom and yet you fucked me....you naughty naughty boy. Don't you cum boy....don't cum or I'm gonna take your big balls."

He stared, and watched me as I licked him...and then slowly I took his rod in my right hand and began to slide it up and down his shaft, squeezing it as I did so. At the same time I buried the tip of his dick in my mouth, sucking on the end of it, flicking my tongue in his little slit there, which was soon beaded up with precum. He was oozing then, literally, his semen oozing up from his nuts as I slowly pumped his pole.

"Ohh.....OH....oh GOD...I'm gonna CUM! He saw the knife, and stared at it as the feeling built and started to overwhelm him. Please....PLEASE DON'T CUT ME!" he screamed, and then, as he did he threw his head back and started to ejaculate. His wad shot into my mouth, under pressure, squirting out with a vengeance that only a young man is capable of delivering. He just came and came, and I swallowed every single drop of the teenager's jism.

As he was cumming, I pulled down on the bottom of his scrotum, and laid the boy's own blade up against the bottom of his sac. The boy stared, and I grinned, and just held the knife as he squirted out his jism. Everything was on the line, and the kid knew it too.

Finally, just as he finished spurting I pulled the knife hard and as I did I opened up the bottom of his scrotum like he had done with the sheep he had nutted. "NOOO!!!!" the boy screamed and thrust his hips upward as I did it, shoving his cock deep in my throat even as I opened his ball sac and exposed his twin nuts to the air. The teenager was mad with desperation then, as he felt his own castration beginning, and he bucked his hips up and down, up and down as he struggled to get loose and to save his manhood.

His open scrotum was wet and slippery, and my hand slipped when I tried to strip out his balls with a squeeze. I remembered how he had done it, and so I then let his spent cock pop out of my mouth. Then, I opened wide and took in the boy's big bulging sac, still stroking his spent cock with my hand. He bucked his hips again, struggling like the sheep had struggled, and then as he begged me I pinched his big nuts between my teeth and pulled back with my head.

They popped right out of his scrotum, and the boy grunted, his look of fear wide, his eyes open and exposed as he stared in disbelief as his balls were pulsating inside my mouth. I pulled harder, literally pulling them right out of his sac, stretching his cords like two elastic cords. The boy pushed upward with his hips to ease the strain on them, almost as if he was desperate to save them. I pulled back some more, harder, and his twin cords stretched even more. The boy's eyes were wide, his face desperate and then he screamed. At the same time his prick pulsated again, and a little more semen shot out...in two very distinct lines that shot up and across his teenage belly.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he yelled, just as they popped with a double snap--snappppp sound. His two cords were severed then and the new eunuch's balls were within my mouth, isolated from the teenager who had carried them since he was born. I grinned then, the lad's semen dripping down the corners of my mouth and his last little wad pooled on his stomach. With a spitting motion I dropped his two balls on top of the pile in the bucket, and after that I laughed and laughed and laughed.

The teen's nuts didn’t look that much different than the sheep's nuts they were resting on, except perhaps they were a little bigger. The boy stared at his balls lying there, in the bucket, and his eyes rolled back in his head then. The teenager fell back, exhausted, totally spent and very much castrated. He was like a rag doll after that, as he fell back against his restraints and laid with his spread legs and his empty sac. His spent cock was laying across his stomach, his last boner receding as I watched. He blinked, dazed, and gasped. He could hardly believe what had happened. I got up then, and took a minute to get dressed before I leaned down to kiss him. Then, with a wink, I left him there, and went to the kitchen to cook up some balls and make his favorite dinner.

[Authors note: Adult fiction. © Copyright May, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments appreciated.]