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I sat there, dazed, staring at Helen. She suddenly shuddered as she clutched herself between her legs. I do not know how long we sat there afterwards. I could not understand how I was feeling. I should have been horrified, but I was not. Everything kept going around in my mind, over and over again. Stephen, his bare genitals, his pretty testicles hanging between his legs, stallions with big balls, big balls being cut with knifes, legs tied apart, screaming as they were being cut open and castrated. That is what you could do to males, to their testicles, slit their sacs and castrate them, cut them out of them. I remembered now. Vera coming from the barns, her hands bloody, that strange look on her face as she went upstairs to her room. It was always then that Stephen was called to her room to be punished. It was then that she wanted him, after she had been cutting the male animals, the stallions, the bulls. She wanted Stephen naked then, after she had been castrating. She wanted him then, to spread his legs and fondle his stones. It had nothing to do with punishment, she just wanted to feel his stones, to fondle and squeeze them. I felt weak now. I should have been disgusted, but I was not. The crotch of my knickers was soaking, I had never before felt such sexual excitment. Then I realised Helen was gazing at me. She was grinning. " Do not worry about it, there is no need to feel ashamed. Many women get turned on by it, no point in denying it, just accept it. I admit it, it drives me crazy, and it does the same to you. It also does the same to Vera, no point in feeling disgusted at her, we are all the same" I could feel myself blushing, but I said nothing. There was no point, Helen knew. She put her hand on my shoulder. " There is one thing that worries me though", she said quietly, when Vera has Stephen over her knee with his pants off, there is a danger that she might get carried away and actually try to geld him. And you can take it from me, she wants to geld him. For a woman like her, to geld a boy like Stephen, would be her ultimate fantasy. He is young, he is pretty, and he has got a big pair of testicles. I know she likes to suck him and she likes his cream, but she could still get carried away and cut him. You can imagin how vulnerable he is, he is naked, she has his legs open and his testicles in her hand, she could easily castrate him. And he has no idea of the danger he is in, and of what she could do to him. You are going to have to talk to him". After I had got back to the house I went to my room. I felt weak at the knees. My masturbation fantasies up to now had centred around naked men and boys, especially the ones I had seen in the magazines I had found in her room. They were still naked of course, but now my mind was on the sac between their legs, on the testicles inside, and on what could be done to those testicles. My fantasies now were about castration. Images of stark naked boys with their legs tied apart, with their scrotums exposed, filled my mind. But I was worried about Stephen. I was very fond of him, I could fantasise about his pretty balls, about cutting him, but I really did not want to see him castrated. Helen had said that he was in danger, that Vera could cut him. And if she was as turned on by the thought of castrating a boy as I was, she could castrate him. Stephen was fond of me, we got on well together, and he trusted me. I waited for four days until Vera had gone to town for provisions. Stephen was very quite that day, he had been brought to her room the night before. I told him I wanted to talk to him and took him by the hand and went down to the barns. I did not know how he would react but I had to talk to him. We sat on some bales in the barn, with my arm around him cuddling him. There was no easy way to say what I wanted to say. " Stephen, I know what she is doing to you in her room, I saw her. I saw her strip you and spank you, I saw her fondle your penis and testicles. I saw her suck your penis. And I also heard her talking about your testicles". I could feel his body stiffen. His face had turned crimson. Tears welled in his eyes. I held him closer cuddling him to me. " I saw her Stephen, I know. There is no need to be ashamed, it was she who did it, not you. You had no choice. Do you want to talk to me about it?. He clung to me, holding me tightly. There were tears on his cheeks now. " She made me do it, she makes me do it all the time", he sobbed. I held him tightly. " Does she say things about your balls Stephen, does she say anything about what she wants to do to them?. I asked. " She is always talking about them, she squeezes them and she hurts me sometimes. She is always saying that I should have something called castration done to me". I realised then that Helen had been right. Vera raped him, but what she really wanted was to castrate him. And he did not even know what it meant. " Do you know what castration means Stephen, I said?". He shook his head. " I want you to trust me now and to do what I say, will you do that for me?" I said. He nodded through his tears. I stood him in front of me. " I am going to take your shorts off now", I said, looking up at him. To my surprise he just nodded. My first priority was to protect him, to let him know what she was treatening him with, but despite myself, I could not control the excitment rising in my belly. I wanted to take his shorts off, wanted to see his maleness. I wanted to see the sac. To be continued.
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