The Roundup

Story of how young boys are kidnapped and used as cattle in a 
FemDom roundup.  Boys are roped, branded, and castrated just like 
calves

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The Roundup

Jimmy Blaine crouched under the prickly thorn bush and crouched 
down as far as he could.  He was hot, dusty, dirty, tired and 
covered with scratches.  His feet were sore and also showed the 
effects of sharp stones and thorns.  Jimmy was also completely 
naked as he watched the scene taking place around him.  Other 
equally naked boys were running in all directions or crouching 
under bushes as he was, trying to hide.  Those running were being 
pursued by lasso-wielding women on horseback.  

The day was hot and the boys were feeling the effects of not having 
anything to eat or drink for the past day and a half.  As Jimmy 
watched, one boy being pursued by two women suddenly stumbled and 
fell.  In a second, one of the women had expertly thrown a noose 
around his ankle and backed her horse to keep it tight.  The other 
woman jumped down and wrestled him onto his stomach.  She pulled 
his arms behind his back and tied his wrists together with a short 
length of rawhide.  Then she hauled him to his feet, tied the lasso 
around his neck, and he was led off toward the mouth of the canyon.

Jimmy had had just turned fourteen, and had already noted that all 
of the boys in the canyon seemed about the same age as he was.  A 
few looked slightly older or younger, but most were just midway 
through puberty as he was.  He thought again on the past two days 
and it seemed almost a bad dream from which he would shortly 
awaken.  The reality of his situation was again brought home as he 
shifted position in the bush and a thorny branch suddenly whipped 
upward between his legs.  Even as he watched, three more boys were 
brought down, tied, and led off.

Only two days before, Jimmy had been walking down a street in the 
city, minding his own business.  His only concern was which movie 
he wanted to see first, an action thriller at the Rialto or the sci-
fi flick at the Cinema Complex.  As he strolled past an alley, he 
was suddenly jumped from behind.  A rag with some sort of chemical 
was clamped over his nose and mouth, and everything soon went 
black.  Jimmy awoke in the back of a large closed truck, along with 
about twenty-five other boys.  He had a pounding headache, and with 
a shock, found himself completely naked.  He staggered to his feet 
and saw that all the other boys around him were also naked.

The back doors of the truck were thrown open, and the blinding 
light made everyone squint.  Female voices could now be heard 
ordering everybody out of the truck.  As his vision slowly 
returned, Jimmy could see half a dozen women standing outside.  Two 
of them held pump shotguns and the others had electronic stun 
guns.  “Let’s go”, one woman shouted.  “Everybody out right now or 
else”.  She reached up and touched one boy on the thigh with her 
stun gun and pressed the button.  He screamed and collapsed where 
he was, and the woman again ordered everybody out of the truck.  

Jimmy was horrified at the prospect of having to get out of the 
truck.  He had never been seen naked by any woman other than his 
mother, and then only when he was a small child.  Judging from the 
expressions on many of the other boy’s faces, they felt the same 
way.  The woman waved her stun gun again and said, “If you don’t 
get your little asses out of there right now, I’m coming up and use 
this on each of you.”  The one she had already touched with it 
suddenly jumped out; he wanted no more of that particular 
medicine.  That “broke the ice” so to speak, and one by one, the 
boys all jumped down onto the rough dirt road.

“Now listen up”, the woman barked.  “Keep your mouths shut and your 
ears open or it will go very bad for you.  I’m only going to say 
this once, so you better pay attention.  You are all now the 
property of the Y-S Ranch.  You might as well forget all about your 
previous life starting right now, because none of you will ever be 
returning to it.  No one knows where you are, or what has happened 
to you.  Some of you may show up on a milk carton or something, but 
that’s about it.  You can also forget about trying to escape.  The 
whole place is double electrified-fenced, and there are ground 
motion sensors everywhere.  Even if you did manage to get out, it’s 
over twenty-five miles to a town or any source of water.  As you 
may have noticed, this is pretty hot and dry desert country, and 
you wouldn’t last ten miles.”

“This ranch is for the exclusive use of a group of women who 
believe in absolute Female Superiority, and in the subjugation of 
the male of our species to serve women in whatever way or means 
desired.  What this means is that you are all slaves and you had 
better not forget it even for a second.  These stun guns are some 
of the mildest means we use to keep slaves in line.  If we have to, 
we just shoot and kill the troublemakers and that’s that.  From 
this moment on, you do exactly what you are told to do, when you 
are told to do it.  There will be no questions allowed.  Absolute 
and instantaneous obedience is the only thing that will keep you 
from swift punishment.”

“Every year, we hold a convention so that our dominant women 
members from all over the country can meet and have a real vacation 
in a western setting.  This year, we decided to hold a genuine 
western “roundup” where our guests would have the opportunity to 
ride horses and rope “calves”. You boys are going to be the calves 
that the women will be roping and bringing in for spring processing 
tomorrow.  We have also gotten to the point where we now need full-
time slave boys on the ranch to tend to the chores. In case you 
haven’t looked around, you will notice that you are in a large box-
canyon.  The overhanging sides are unclimbable and the open end of 
the canyon is blocked with another electrified fence.”

“By the way, any boy caught tomorrow will be processed just like a 
spring calf.  For you city boys who don’t know what that entails, 
it means that you’ll be branded and castrated just like a real 
maverick calf.  You’ll be spending the night out here so you better 
make the best of it and try to get some sleep.  You’re going to 
need it tomorrow.”

The women got into the truck, drove it back around the boys, and 
down the dirt road away from them.  Soon, it was out of sight and 
the boys began to talk.  At first, it was all hysterical babbling 
about escaping and so forth, but eventually they all started 
heading down the road that the truck and gone.  It took a long, 
hot, dusty hike, but they eventually came to the fence.  One of the 
boys said that he doubted that it was electrified and was going to 
climb over it.  One of the other boys stopped him and said they 
should test it.  He told the boys to look around for a lizard or a 
snake, and they all began to search.  Eventually, a small bull 
snake was caught and thrown onto the fence.  With shocked horror 
they watched as it was electrocuted in a shower of sparks.  

Jimmy thought, “well - that’s that”, and headed back into the 
confines of the canyon where there was shade from the sun.  The 
rest of the boys followed and they began to discuss what they could 
do about tomorrow.  Eventually, it sank in that there was nothing 
that they really could do except try their best not to get caught.  
But none of them could envision the wild melee that was to take 
place after tomorrow’s sunrise.

Jimmy did not get much sleep as it was chilly at night and he found 
no comfort laying on the rough sand of the canyon floor.  Finally, 
the sky began to lighten and it wasn’t long before they heard the 
pounding of hoofs coming up the canyon.  Jimmy had already marked 
out the stand of thorny shrubs for a hiding place and quickly went 
over and crawled in under them.  Then, the riders burst in among 
the milling boys and the stampede was on.  The slowest, most panic-
stricken boys were roped almost immediately and quickly tied.  They 
disappeared down the dusty road, but their captors again showed up 
in a little while.  

By mid-morning, over half the boys had been roped and taken back to 
the holding corral by the ranch house.  Jimmy had been spotted 
twice by women riders, but managed to evade their lassoes in the 
thick shrubs.  In doing so, he scratched himself until he was a 
maze of bleeding cuts.  The sun was almost directly overhead and 
Jimmy knew it must be close to noon.  He began to hope that he 
would be able to stay free after all as he watched the women go 
after easier, more accessible prey.  Then, a very large woman on a 
very large horse began to force her way into his bramble patch.  
She was wearing leather chaps and the horse didn’t seem to mind the 
thorns as they bulled their way in.  Try as he might, he was slowly 
being forced out of the shrubs.  Making a dash for it, Jimmy tried 
to make it to another stand of bushes and was almost there when he 
was flung headlong to the ground.  

At first, he thought he had tripped over something.  But then the 
woman landed on him with one knee on his back, and he realized that 
she had roped his ankle and brought him down.  Still stunned from 
the fall, he offered no resistance as his wrists were roughly 
pulled behind him and tied with cord.  It was mid-afternoon when 
the last remaining boys were finally run down and roped.  Then, 
with the rope around his neck, he and the others were led down to 
dirt road and through the gate in the fence.  Not long after, he 
found himself herded into a now full corral with the other captured 
boys.

The holding corral adjoined the processing corral by way of a chute 
through which the boys would be forced.  Their wrists were still 
tied behind them so they were easily lined up at the chute by women 
with cattle prods.  Then the other end of the chute was opened and 
the first three boys were prodded out into the processing corral.  
There were three fires already burning and they could see the 
branding irons were glowing red.  Six women were ready to process 
the boys and two of them came up and half-dragged, half-led each 
boy to an upright post by each fire.  They were secured to the 
posts with straps, and then three of the women applied elastrator 
bands to the boy’s scrotums, over their testicles.  The other three 
retrieved branding irons from the fires and came around behind the 
crying, sobbing boys.  

The women who had been doing the morning’s roping were all standing 
around the perimeter of the corral, watching the proceedings, and 
as the first iron touched the tender flesh of the first boy’s upper 
buttock, they all let out a whooping cheer.  The boys however, all 
let out piercing shrieks as the irons permanently burned the ranch 
brand into them.  Now the women who had applied the elastrator 
bands took advantage of the distraction caused by the pain of their 
branding and began to castrate the still screaming boys.  Each 
simply took hold of the boy’s scrotum and testicles, pulled them 
down, and used a thin filleting knife to cut off the little sacs 
and their contents below the elastrator ring.  It was quickly done 
and the severed parts were tossed into waiting buckets.  The tight 
band prevented uncontrolled bleeding, but as an added precaution, a 
small heated rod was also used to sear the stump.  

One of the boys had fainted, and he was carried to the exit gate of 
the corral.  The other two boys were not in much better condition 
and had to be helped to walk.  Then, the chute gate opened and the 
next three boys were prodded out.  The previous scene repeated 
itself and the three boy’s screams and wails echoed up the far 
canyon’s walls.  The women were efficient and the line moved along 
swiftly.  With sick dread, Jimmy found that he was now second in 
line and would be taken with the next group of three.  He was 
already crying in fear as the chute door opened and he was prodded 
out along with the other two boys.

As with the others, he was roughly seized, propelled to an upright 
post, and secured to it.  The woman applied his band and he gasped 
as the impossibly tight ring of rubber sank into the neck of his 
scrotum.  A sick, nauseous pain flared in his balls and spread up 
into his belly, but all that was suddenly unimportant as the 
branding iron was applied.  Jimmy screamed and screamed at the 
unimaginable agony.  His breath was catching in ragged gasps and he 
felt as if he was suffocating.  He never even realized it when the 
other woman grasped his scrotum and began to stretch it down.  Then 
came the new pain, a thin white-hot line as his scrotum and 
testicles were sliced off.  In mind-numbed shock, he could only 
watch as his own testicles were peeled out of their severed scrotum 
and casually tossed into the buckets.  He didn’t completely lose 
consciousness, but like most of the others, had to be held up and 
assisted to the exit gate.

The boys were taken to a converted stables where they were chained 
into the stalls.  Each stall had a thin mattress, a bucket for body 
wastes, and nothing else.  Jimmy lay in agony and could hear the 
women cheer as the remaining boys were branded and had their 
testicles cut from them.  When the last boy had been processed, 
they were all given moderate pain-relievers and told to rest.  All 
the boys were in considerable pain for the next few days, but it 
slowly grew less and less.  Each day they were fed and watered and 
their waste buckets were emptied.  It took a month and a half for 
all the boy’s scrotal stumps to dry and wither away, and then fall 
off with the rubber rings.  Each now had only a circular puckered 
scar where his scrotum one was.  After that, the boys were taken to 
a bunk house where they were informed that they would now begin 
their education into their duties and chores at the ranch.