Nutcutting Fetish - Part 1

I was fostered when I was ten. My foster father was fine but he died some years afterwards. We lived on a rather isolated ranch in Texas. I never really cared very much for my foster mother, a plump, rather sluttish woman named Vera. She pretended to be religious and was a regular church attender, but I discover some magazines in her room once which had not much to do with religion. Pictures of naked men and boys with erections to be specific.

My life was to change dramatically when she fostered Stephen.
He was twelve, very pretty and rather quiet, and we got on well together. Vera was very strict with us and would punish us regularly for any wrongdoings. She had put me over her knee many times and spanked me. She would lift my dress, pull down my panties and spank me with her bare hand. For Stephen it was worse. He was stripped naked, before he was put over her knee. He would be brought to her room to be punished. I could hear the slaps of her hand on his bare bottom. And he seemed to be punished far more than I was. And it always seemed to take longer.

One night my curiousity got the better of me. I could hear him being spanked so I crept up the stairs. The door to her room was was partly open. I can still remember the shock I got when I peeped in. Stephen was across her knee, naked as the day he was born. His bottom was facing me. His legs were wide apart and for the first time I saw a boy`s testicles. I stood there just staring at them. They were so beautiful, like two eggs in a sac of silk. She had stopped spanking him now. Then, to my amazement, I saw her hand slide down over his bottom and slip between his legs. She was caressing his balls now, pulling them out from his groin. She was breathing so heavily now I could hear it. I could not move. She suddenly pushed him from her knee and got up. He was standing in front of her and I saw his penis, my first penis. With my mouth open I watched her push him down on the chair and spread his legs over the armrests. Then she was kneeling, sucking his penis, then his testicles. I could hear her murmurng, telling him what a good boy he was, what a big pair he had. His penis was in her mouth now, it was stiff. I heard Stephen groaning and white stuff started to run down her chin. She was still muttering to him. She was telling him that she was not going to cut him, he had too much milk in him to cut him. I had no idea at the time what she was talking about. Stephen seemed to have passed out at this stage. In a daze, I crept back to my room.

I could not sleep that night. All night long I kept thinking of what I had seen, the spanking, his penis and lovely testicles, how she had sucked him. Despite my initial shock, it excited me now. I must have masturbated six or seven times until I was sore. I could not get the image of his testicles out of my head. How I wanted to feel them like she had done. Three days later we went back to school. My best friend there was Helen, we went everywhere together. I had decided earlier to tell her what I had seen, I knew she would keep it to herself and not tell anybody. After school we went to a small area of woodland near the school and I told her everything. Her jaw dropped in amazement and then she started to laugh.

" The dirty old bitch raped him" she laughted, "she raped him, he is only twelve and she raped him, fuck, she must be desperate, the dirty old bitch".

" What did she mean when she talked about not cutting him"? I said.

Helen started to laugh again.

" She is hardly going to cut him" she laughted, "not if she wants his cream in her mouth, she will not have much cream if she cuts him".

I stared at her, confused.

Helen started to laugh again.

" You have no idea what I am talking about, have you, you do not know what being cut means".

" No" I stuttered.

Helen could hardly contain her amusement.

" Well,it is not going to matter to you", she said, but if you were a boy it would matter, it would matter a lot".

" Tell me, tell me", I said.

" Cut means being castrated. If Stephen was cut it means that those two nuts in his sac would be cut out of him with a knife. Surely you must have seen the stallions on the ranch getting the knife between their legs. I have seen it done dozens of times at home, makes me real randy. The stallion is tied down with his legs apart so that you can see all he has got. Them he gets the knife. His bag is cut open and his balls are cut out, their big tools really hang out when they are being done. They thrash and scream, it really hurts when the stones are severed. After they have been castrated their tools stay soft, no use to the mares anymore, that is why they are cut. I never miss a cutting at home, it really turns me on, makes me wet. Boys testicles can be cut out too, they can be castrated just like the stallions, shit ,I would love to see that. Can you just imagine a boy with his pants off, and his legs open ready to be castrated?. I often imagine cutting them out of a boy".

I stared at her , my mouth open.

" You mean, that is what she was talking about, she was talking about his balls, talking about, talking about cutting his balls out?"

" Exactly" said Helen, "she knows all about boys balls, she knows all about castration. She knows what can be done to boys between their legs with a knife. She castrates stallions and bulls on the ranch, and by the sound of it she likes it. Just like me. Just imagine what it is like to have a male tied open-legged in front of you, with his genitals exposed. Imagine taking his stones in your hand and cutting his manhood out with just a couple of cuts of a knife."

Helen was staring into the distance now, holding her groin with one hand, with a strange look on her face.

To be continued.