Caught By Grandma

Grandma catches young grandsons having sex with their cousin and 
punishes them severely.

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CAUGHT BY GRANDMA



Margaret Smith finished rinsing the final two glasses in the sink and 
gave a sigh of relief. She had finally finished cleanup from dinner 
and could now relax in her comfy recliner and maybe get through a 
chapter or two of her book while the grandkids continued to play in 
the backyard.  She smiled softly and looked through the kitchen 
window.  It looked out over the backyard of her farmhouse and she 
could clearly see and hear the grandkids running around, chasing one 
another, screaming and laughing.  They appeared to be playing tag, or 
some such childish nonsense.  She gave a quick chuckle.  Now that the 
grandkids were entering puberty, such games would soon be a thing of 
the past.  Hopefully, they would be able to enjoy the last vestiges 
of their innocent childhood before being overcome by the storms of 
adolescence.



She turned to leave the kitchen, and as she walked down the hallway 
to the living room she paused before a full-length mirror in the 
vestibule.  She patted down her skirt and raised her wrinkled, but 
still strong hands to her full head of gray hair.  It was pulled back 
into a tight bun and she smoothed back a few strays that were poking 
in all directions.  There was a large and growing shock of white hair 
from her forehead back over the middle of her scalp.  She had been 
dismayed to see this develop over the past couple of years.  I'm only 
58, she thought.  Surely that’s too young to get white hair!  It’s 
probably due to stress, she reasoned.  She had lived a hard life on 
the farm, and endured a drinking and cheating husband for 38 years 
until he died of a massive heart attack two years ago.  Although she 
hadn’t really loved the bastard anymore, his death merely increased 
her hardships and loneliness.  And then there were the boys.



A little over a year before, and not long after her husband Frank had 
passed away, her only daughter Linda and Linda’s husband Ted Johnson 
had been killed in a freak auto accident.  They had been hit head-on 
by a speeding drunk going the wrong way down a one way street.  Her 
only consolation had been the fact that the drunk driver was killed 
instantly as well.  The deaths had been terribly hard on the family.  
Their two boys, Billy (now 14) and Tim (now 12) were inconsolable.  
Margaret, being their closest living relative, assumed custody of the 
boys and they came to live on the farm with her. She loved the boys, 
and lavished them with attention, but it took them months to warm to 
their new living conditions.  The Johnsons had lived in a larger city 
where the boys were enrolled in public school.  They were definitely 
city boys, unaccustomed to rural ways. Now they lived on a farm and 
were being home-schooled by their grandmother.  It had been a huge 
adjustment for them, but they very recently seemed to be settling in 
to their new lives.  They were still a little thin and scrawny 
(although not undeveloped), but a couple more years of farm chores 
should turn them into strong farm boys.



Margaret settled into her chair and picked up her book.  She could 
still hear the boys out back playing with their cousin Michelle, who 
was 12.  Margaret’s son Dave had dropped his daughter off for the 
weekend so that she could visit Grandma and give the boys some 
company their age.  As Margaret began to read, her eyelids grew heavy 
and she drifted off to sleep.



“I’m tired you guys!” Michelle shouted out between deep breaths.  The 
boys had been playing tag and other games with her for hours now.  
She liked running around and playing with them, but she was 
exhausted, out of breath, and it was hot.



Billy caught his breath. “Do you want to go play inside?”



“Yes, as long as we’re not running around. Can we just play a board 
game or something?”



“I’m sure we can think of something to do. Let’s go!” As the kids ran 
toward the house, Billy looked at his younger brother Tim and gave 
him a grin. Tim gave a sly smile back.  Billy couldn’t believe what 
Tim had suggested when they were crouched behind a bush together 
during Hide ‘n’ Seek, but it sounded like fun to him.  After all, 
Michelle was a cute girl, with long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, 
and rapidly developing breasts.  Billy had been intrigued by the 
medical reference books his parents had kept around the house, and 
had read about puberty and the changes in boys and girls.  He hadn’t 
understood all the terminology, but he knew what breasts were and 
what they did.



They entered the house and flopped onto the sofa in the downstairs 
rec room.  Michelle looked at her cousins and said, “Well, do you 
have any ideas? What do you want to do?  We could play a game or 
watch TV.”



Billy looked at Tim and then at his cousin.  “We actually have a 
different idea.  There’s something we’d like to do, but first you 
have to promise that when we tell you, you won’t tell anyone else, 
like Grandma or your dad. OK?”



“Is it something bad?  Are we going to steal or something?”



“No, nothing like that. Just promise!”



Michelle looked at her cousins, both of whom were nodding 
encouragement. “OK, I promise. What is it?”



Tim spoke up.  “Do you know what happens to boys and girls in 
puberty?  Do you know what boys and girls do together with their 
clothes off?”



“What?! What are you talking about?” Michelle was perplexed, but 
interested.  She had been told by her mother about the changes she 
would undergo in puberty, but her mother had skipped the topic of 
boys for another day, which hadn’t arrived yet.  Still, she knew from 
talking to other kids at school that boys have “dicks” as they called 
them.  She had seen her father getting out of the shower once and 
figured out what a “dick” was and what it looked like.  She still 
wasn’t quite sure what they were for, however.



“What I’m talking about is sex.  Haven’t you been told about sex?” 
Tim demanded.



“Not. . .really.  I know a little, maybe.  Why?”



“You really should know about sex by now,” said Billy.  “Would you 
like us to teach you about it?  We’d be happy to show you a thing or 
two.”  Tim chuckled.



“You guys are silly!” Michelle blurted out, laughing.  She WAS 
interested, though, and her laughter didn’t hide that from her 
cousins.



“Well?  What do you say?”



“It sounds kind of fun.  I don’t know.  I guess we could try 
something like that.  But you guys have to take your clothes off 
first!”



“No problem!” said Tim.  The boys stood up and began to quickly 
undress.  When they finished, they turned to Michelle.  She giggled 
when she saw them.  They were both cute, with darker skin than hers, 
and brown eyes.  Billy had black hair, and Tim’s was chestnut brown.  
Billy was taller and had more muscles than his lankier brother, but 
they both had nice little bodies.  Michelle gasped a little when she 
looked between their legs.  Tim had a nice little dick with a 
purplish end and a big hole.  She thought that was funny.  He also 
had a little bit of hair growing above his dick.  Billy had a big 
patch of bushier hair and a really big dick, as big as she remembered 
her dad’s to be.  It was long and curved slightly.  Behind it was a 
big brown bag of what the kids at school called “balls” (Tim had a 
big bag too).   Billy’s dick began to stir and grow before her eyes, 
getting longer and starting to poke out straight from his body.



“What’s it doing?”



“It’s called an erection,” Billy replied.  “When boys get excited, or 
want to have sex, their penises get big and hard, and stick out 
instead of hanging down.  Look, Tim’s is doing the same thing.”



Michelle looked at her younger cousin and saw that his dick was also 
getting stiffer and longer, and was starting to poke its purple end 
toward her face.  She wondered what they were going to do with their 
dicks.


“Did you say they’re called penises?  I thought they were called 
dicks.”



“Penis is the medical term,” Tim laughed.  “Dick is one nickname for 
them.”  He then reached down and wrapped his hand around his penis 
and began to stroke it.  Billy did the same.  Michelle watched as the 
penises got even harder and bigger in their hands.  The tip of  
Billy’s penis was now bright pink.



“Now take your clothes off and then come over and lay down here,” 
Billy said as he motioned to the middle of the sofa.  Michelle slowly 
got up and took her clothes off.  She had a little girl body, but it 
was starting to change.  She had round, pert little breasts, and was 
growing a nice bush of hair between her legs.  She lay down on the 
sofa where Billy had pointed.



The boys moved up to stand close by her.  Their penises were now 
really close to her and she could smell them.  The boys then took 
their hands off their penises.  She looked at her smiling cousins, 
and then tentatively reached up and placed one hand on each boy’s 
penis.  She was surprised at how hard and warm they felt.

“Now move your hands back and forth,” Tim said.  She did.  The skin 
was loose and moved pretty easily.  “Oh, yeah, oh that feels really 
good!” said Tim in his excitement.  She continued to stroke them for 
a couple of minutes.



“Now kiss the head,” murmured Tim softly.



“Kiss your head? Why? I’ll have to stand up.”



“No, silly!  THE head.  The end of a penis is called the head.  Kiss 
it and then lick all around it.”



“Oh.” Michelle reddened in embarrassment.  “Will it taste bad?”



“No.  Just try it and see.”



Michelle was nervous, but decided to be brave.  She put her lips up 
to Tim’s purplish head and slowly pressed them against his hot, 
smooth skin.  She kissed it.  She then opened her mouth, stuck her 
tongue out, and gently touched it to the underside of the head.  Tim 
was right, it didn’t taste bad, just a little salty.  She began to 
lick all around the head.  She felt the penis throb harder in her 
hand as she did so, and Tim started moaning.



“Am I hurting you?” She was very nervous.  She wanted to do it right.



“No!  It feels great. Keep licking some more, and rub the tip of your 
tongue in the hole at the end.”  She did so, and Tim let out a groan 
of pleasure.  Emboldened by this, Michelle started to lick the entire 
penis, from the head down to Tim’s small bush of hair.  She could 
feel the throbbing against her tongue and liked the feeling.  Tim had 
his eyes closed and  his body was tensing and jerking, and 
rhythmically thrusting forward.



“Now put the whole head in your mouth and start sucking on it like a 
lollipop,” Tim said softly.  Michelle paused for a moment, but then 
did as he asked.  As she placed the head in her mouth, she noticed a 
tiny bit of clear fluid coming out of the hole at the tip.  She 
closed her lips around his hot throbbing flesh and when she moved her 
tongue up, it swiped the hole and she tasted the fluid.  It too was a 
little salty.  She then began to suck and lick like his dick was a 
lollipop.  It felt good to be able to bring this much pleasure to her 
cousin.



“Hey, don’t forget about me!” begged Billy.  “Do that to mine too!”



“Oh, sorry,” said Michelle as she turned her attention to the big, 
pink-headed penis to her left.  She repeated what she had done to 
Tim, and brought similar groans of pleasure from Billy.  She liked 
the taste of his dick better, too.  Not as salty.  It was, however, 
harder for her to put his dick in her mouth since it was so much 
larger that his brother’s.  Suddenly, she felt her legs being spread 
and then a sharp pain between them.



“Ow!  That hurts!  What are you doing?”  She looked down to see Tim 
between her legs, pushing the head of his penis into what her mother 
had called her vagina.  It really hurt!



“I’m trying to have sex with you,” Tim said.  “It’s supposed to hurt 
at first, but in a minute it will feel good.”  Michelle winced as he 
pushed harder, but then suddenly something gave and he slid inside of 
her pretty easily.  It still hurt, but not as badly as before.  She 
watched as Tim slowly moved his hips back and forth, and she could 
feel his penis moving inside of her.  The pain started to subside and 
she thought that she might get to like having him in there.  As he 
kept thrusting into her, she turned her attention back to Billy’s 
dick and resumed sucking it.



Within a couple of minutes, Billy started loudly groaning and pulled 
his penis out of her mouth, and began stroking it again.  He reached 
around and placed a hand behind her head and pulled her close.  His 
penis was right below her nose.  What was he doing? she wondered.



“Here. . .it. . .comes!” he shouted as a thick streamer of cum 
erupted from the hole in his penis and coated Michelle’s lips and 
left nostril.  She wanted to scream but kept her lips and eyes 
clamped shut as she could feel more globs of the sticky goo coating 
her face and dripping down onto her chest.  Finally, it stopped and 
she slowly opened her eyes to see Billy fall back onto the sofa, 
breathing heavily.  He was still holding his dick and she could see 
that there was a big glob of the white stuff still stuck on the tip.



“Eww!  What IS that?!” she screamed.



Billy got back on his knees and returned to her side.  “It’s called 
semen, or cum.  It’s what boys shoot out of their dicks when they get 
really excited.  It has boys’ sperm in it.  Sperm is the stuff that 
makes babies.”



“I don’t want a baby!” screamed Michelle.  “Get it off me!”



“Relax!  It has to go in down there,” Billy said as he pointed to 
where Tim was still thrusting into his cousin.  “Besides, you’re not 
old enough anyway.”



Michelle stopped whimpering and said, “What should I do with it.”



Billy grinned.  “Eat it.  It’s good for you.  Has a lot of protein.  
Here,” he moved up close to her and stuck the tip of his penis to her 
lips.  “Lick that big glob off of the end and taste it.”  Michelle 
looked up at him, with a few tears in her eyes.  She didn’t want to 
eat sperm!  How gross!



“Relax!” Billy soothed her.  “I read in one of my dad’s old dirty 
magazines that it doesn’t taste bad.  It really is good for you.”  He 
smiled as she slowly stuck her tongue out and touched it to the white 
goo on his penis.  She stopped, and then apparently satisfied that it 
didn’t taste that bad, she licked up most of the cum on his dick in 
one swipe of the tongue and swallowed it.  She made a slight grimace, 
but then stuck her tongue back out and licked up the remaining sperm 
on his penis, even licking down the shaft to catch a white streamer 
that had started to ooze down toward the base.  She then licked her 
tongue all around her lips to get the goo on her face.  Billy helped 
her by using his fingers to push drops of cum from her nose and 
cheeks to her warm, hungry mouth.



“What in heaven’s name is going on here!!”



The three kids jumped to their feet in panic.  Margaret stood at the 
entrance to the room looking shell-shocked, her face seething red 
with anger.  “I said what is going on here!”



“Um, uh, well. . .” stammered Tim, his purple erection poking out 
toward his grandmother.  He quickly covered his groin in 
embarrassment.



“Shut your mouth, you little rapist!” screamed his grandmother.  “I 
want Michelle to tell me just what you boys did to her!  Michelle, 
come here right now!”



Michelle has started crying but did what her grandmother asked.  She 
walked over to her, and Margaret quickly grabbed her arm, spun her 
around, and smacked her buttocks hard several times.  This made 
Michelle cry harder. 



“Tell me what they did to you!”



Michelle choked back her tears and said, “They told me they wanted to 
have sex with me.  I didn’t want to but they made me.”  She cast an 
apologetic glance in the direction of her cousins.



“Did they force you to perform naughty acts with them?  Well, did 
they?!  Answer me girl!  Don’t protect those filthy boys!”



Michelle tearfully looked to her cousins, who were standing with 
downcast eyes and with their hands between their legs.  She didn’t 
want them to get in a lot of trouble, but she wanted even less to get 
in trouble herself.  She sure didn’t want her parents to find out 
what she had been doing—they would kill her!  She turned back to her 
grandmother and sheepishly whispered, “Yes.”



“Speak up girl!”



“Yes,” Michelle said more forcefully.  “They forced me to put their 
weenies in my mouth and Billy made me eat this white stuff he 
squirted out of the end. And Tim put his weenie in me down there,” 
she said softly as she pointed to her vagina.



“That’s not true!” shouted Billy.  “We didn’t force her to do 
anything!  She went along with it. . .”



“You shut your filthy little mouth, you damned little rapist!” 
shouted Margaret.  “That’s what you are when you force a young girl 
to do those dirty things.  A rapist!  You and your filthy brother 
just raped your cousin!”



“No we didn’t!” screamed Tim.  He was crying.  “We weren’t trying to 
hurt her.  We thought it would be fun to learn about sex.”



“FUN!  Good Lord, I can’t believe my ears.  You boys have horribly 
violated your little cousin here and you thought that would be FUN!?  
You both make me sick to my stomach.  To think that my two beloved 
grandsons would do this to their own flesh and blood, well, it’s too 
much.  You boys are going to have to be punished severely!”



Billy and Tim were now trembling in fear.  They were afraid of their 
grandmother.  She was larger than either of them, and very husky and 
muscular from years of working on a farm.  Normally, she was very 
gentle and kind, but if she got mad she could inflict a furious 
spanking.  This was the angriest they had ever seen her.





“Young lady, go put your clothes back on and wash that disgusting 
scum off of your face.  I’m sorry for spanking you, since you 
obviously weren’t at fault. Do it now!”  Michelle wiped the tears 
from her eyes, cast another sorrowful look at her cousins, and then 
quickly picked up her clothes and ran out of the room.  Margaret 
watched her go and then turned to face the boys.



“What am I going to do with you two?  I give you a home after your 
parents are killed, educate you myself here at home, feed you, clothe 
you, and give you love.  And what do you do to show your 
appreciation?  Rape your cousin in my own house!  I’m so angry I 
could tear you both into tiny pieces.  So what am I supposed to do 
now?  Report you to the authorities so you can rot in some juvenile 
detention center until you’re 21?  Turn you over to Children’s 
Services to be placed into a wretched foster home?  Why did you do 
this to your grandma?”



The boys were both crying in fear and embarrassment.  Billy spoke 
up.  “Please grandma.  Please don’t call the police or send us to a 
foster home.  Please don’t!  We like living here with you.  Please!  
We’re both so sorry. . .we didn’t mean to hurt her.  We won’t do 
anything like this ever again, I promise!”  Margaret let out a sigh 
of exasperation.


“Besides,” said Tim softly as he looked at the floor, “we didn’t rape 
her.  She lied to you.  She went along with. . .”



At this, Margaret flew into a rage.  She jumped at her youngest 
grandson and grabbed his hair, giving it a hard pull.  He yelped in 
pain and reached up to try to get her to let go, but as he did this 
she grabbed his penis and squeezed tightly.  He started.  “Ow, what 
are you doing?  Let go!”



“I’m going to teach you a lesson you little rapist liar, and make 
sure that this will never happen again!”  With that she began pulling 
him by his hair and penis out of the room, while Billy stood back 
dumbfounded.  She dragged Tim to the work room off of the cellar, and 
then kicked his feet out from under him.  He landed on the concrete 
floor with a smack and yelled “OW!”  She pulled his arms behind his 
back and pinned them there, while she rooted around in a nearby 
drawer.  She finally found what she was looking for, and pulled out a 
length of rope.  She untangled it and then reached down to tie the 
boy’s hands together.  He squirmed to get away but she gave him 
several quick slaps to his exposed buttocks and he calmed down.  She 
then proceeded to securely tie his hands together with several loops 
of rope and an elaborate knot.



“Please stop!  What are you doing?” he yelled out.



“I’m tying your hands so that I can give you the whipping of your 
life,” she lied.  She had already formulated other plans.  “Now so I 
won’t have to listen to your lies anymore, I’m going to have to do 
this.”  She had fished a roll of duct tape out of another drawer and 
now ripped off a piece and placed it securely over Tim’s mouth.  He 
screamed as she did but all that came out was a muffled whine.  His 
face flushed as he struggled against the tape and fought to get 
enough air in through his nose.



Margaret stood and admired her handiwork.  “Don’t start kicking or 
I’ll have to hog-tie you, and you wouldn’t like that.  Now, where’s 
that brother of yours.  Billy, get in here now!”  Billy cautiously 
entered the room, and his eyes grew wide when he saw his helpless 
brother’s naked body struggling on the cold floor.  “Lie down on the 
floor next to your brother, just like he is.  Put your hands behind 
your back.  I’m going to give you a whipping as punishment, and I 
need to tie your hands so that you don’t hurt yourself more.  Do it 
now boy!”  Billy paused, but then remembering the alternatives his 
grandmother had outlined earlier, decided that a whipping, while 
unpleasant and painful, would be bearable.  He complied, and she soon 
had him bound and gagged like his brother.



“Well, well, look at these tied up little piggies,” their grandmother 
chuckled maliciously.  “Little pig boy rapists!  You’ll soon find out 
why you’ll never be able to commit these heinous acts again.  Now 
stand up!”  The boys struggled to their feet and their grandmother 
stood between them, with a firm grasp on their arms.  “Now we’re 
going to march out to the barn and fix these little problems of 
yours.  Start walking.”  As they turned to leave, Margaret noticed a 
dressed and washed Michelle standing at the bottom of the stairs, 
observing the scene in wide-eyed amazement.  Her cousins were tied 
up, mouths taped shut, and were being walked out of the house by 
Grandma Smith like they were going to jail!  As they walked by their 
now soft dicks and big pendulous balls swayed from side to side.  She 
was so fascinated by what was going on that she almost didn’t hear 
her grandmother call for her.



“Michelle!  Pull yourself out of that trance and come with me.  You 
deserve to witness your cousins’ punishment.”  Michelle nodded and 
began to follow the three to the barn.  When they got there, Margaret 
closed the door behind them and turned on overhead lights.  She left 
the boys standing for a moment while she searched another room for 
something.  When she came back, she brought two saw horses into the 
room and placed them in the center of the room side by side.  She 
motioned to the boys to come over, and when they did she untied their 
hands one at a time and had them bend over the saw horses.  She then 
retied their hands to the legs of the saw horse on one side.  She 
left for a moment and came back with more rope, using this to 
securely tie their spread legs to the legs of the saw horses on the 
back side.  When she was finished, the naked boys were bent over the 
horses, tied to them, heads out of sight.  Their buttocks were 
sticking out on full display, and their large brown scrotums hung 
down loosely between their legs.  Michelle stifled a giggle when she 
noticed the boys’ pinkish-brown buttholes staring out at her like a 
pair of eyes.  Margaret said that she needed to get a few things and 
that she would return shortly.  After she left, Michelle walked up to 
the saw horses to inspect the boys.  Her cousins were obviously 
uncomfortable and struggled against their binds, but to no avail.  
Both boys were sweating profusely and their faces were deep red.  She 
bent down to kiss them on their cheeks.



“I’m sorry I got you guys in so much trouble, I really am.  But a 
whipping won’t last too long.  You’ll be OK, don’t worry.  I’ll make 
it up to you, I promise.  I did have fun earlier.”  What she failed 
to mention was that she was also enjoying seeing them bound and 
gagged in such a humiliating way.  She walked behind them so as to 
look again at their small, round butts sticking up in the air and 
their big balls hanging down.  She noticed that as they flexed their 
butt muscles, their buttholes would contract and expand, almost as if 
the pinkish-brown eyes were winking at her.  She giggled softly but 
covered her mouth so her cousins wouldn’t hear her.



Shortly thereafter Margaret returned carrying a box with several 
things in it.  She set the box down and began to address the boys.


“It’s time for your punishment to begin for the horrible things you 
did to your cousin today.  I’ve decided that a whipping would be an 
insufficient punishment considering the severity of your crime.  We 
need to fix you so that you’ll never have the urges to do this to a 
girl again, or to a woman when you grow up.  To do this, I’ll need to 
make some, er, alterations to you.”  She looked at Michelle, who had 
a puzzled look on her face, and then continued.  “In boys and men 
problems like this are always caused by excessive hormones being 
produced, especially testosterone.  They can be cured by shutting 
down the source of this hormone production for good.  This makes them 
much calmer and nicer to everyone, and less interested in sex.  Do 
you know where your hormones are produced?”  She paused to heighten 
the tension, since the boys were incapable of answering. 



 “They’re made here!” she bellowed as she reached down and grabbed 
both boys’ scrotums and pulled them down, hard.  The boys flinched.  
“In your testicles, or as you probably call them, your balls.  Now, 
believe me boys, I don’t want to have to do this to you, I really 
don’t.  But you’ve forced me to by your behavior.  If you keep your 
testicles, you will probably be a danger to society, and I can’t have 
that.  I would prefer to see you grow up to be honorable young men 
who marry and father great-grandchildren for me, but I guess it’s not 
meant to be.  The Lord works in mysterious ways.”  The boys, 
beginning to sense what was happening, squirmed in their bonds.  “So 
I’ve decided that to ensure this will never happen again and allow 
you to stay here, I’ll have to remove your testicles.  This is called 
castration; you may be familiar with the word.”  The boys began to 
violently fight their restraints, their screams muffled by the duct 
tape.



Michelle was aghast.  Should she speak up and tell her grandmother 
the truth, that she had played along with the boys and actually 
enjoyed their sexual experimentation?  That they hadn’t raped her?  
But if she admitted that she lied, she might be in worse trouble than 
they were currently in.  Besides, she was fascinated by what her 
grandmother had just explained and curious to see what would happen, 
and she was enjoying watching the boys’ balls swaying and jiggling 
around as they tried to break free of the restraints.  She decided to 
keep her mouth shut and watch.



“Stop moving!” Margaret ordered as she gave the boys a quick 
spanking.  Their squirms subsided, but not before their butt cheeks 
were made bright pink by their grandmother’s hands.  “Now, Billy, 
from what I remember you convinced your cousin to eat your semen, is 
that correct?”  Billy glanced up at her in sweaty terror.  “Well, 
young man, if semen is so tasty as you seem to believe than I’m sure 
you would love to eat some yourself, wouldn’t you?”  Billy’s eyes 
nearly popped out of his head.  “I think your brother’s will do 
nicely.  Of course, since he is a bit younger, he probably won’t be 
able to produce as much of the vile cream as you did, but we’ll see 
what we can do.”  She reached into the box and retrieved a small bowl 
and a spoon, and then got down on her knees behind Tim.  She reached 
between his legs, took his penis in her hand and began to masturbate 
him.  Michelle’s jaw dropped in disbelief, but she moved in closer to 
get a better look.



“That’s it, get nice and hard for me, young man,” Margaret whispered 
to her grandson.  She felt his cock getting longer and thicker, and 
fill with a pulsating heat.  She stopped to grab some Vaseline from 
her box, put some on her hand, and then returned to his flinching 
penis, carefully rubbing the lubricant over the head of his cock.  As 
Tim moaned through the gag, she could feel his penis begin its 
contractions.  She quickly placed the bowl under him and aimed his 
penis into it.  With a violent spasm, Tim ejaculated into the bowl.  
Margaret counted six good squirts, followed by a dribble of leftover 
semen.  She squeezed his cock to force out as much as possible, and 
then wiped the edge of the bowl along the head of his dick to get the 
last drops.  Tim’s nostrils flared as he breathed forcefully in the 
ecstasy of his orgasm.



“Not bad at all, young man, not bad!” said Margaret as she moved over 
to Billy.  “This is an impressive batch of semen for someone so 
young.  I’m sure your brother will thank you for it, since he wants 
so badly to eat up a big load of sperm.”  She bent down and quickly 
yanked the duct tape off of Billy’s mouth.  He screamed in pain.  She 
grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up so that she could look into 
his eyes.  “Now listen here, and listen well.  I don’t want to hear a 
peep out of you, do you understand, or there are other things I can 
do to you.  And you will eat all of your brother’s sperm, 
understand?  If you try to spit any of it out, I’ll cut off your 
penis too, and I mean that.  Do you understand me?”  Billy nodded 
tearfully.  Margaret let go of his jaw and scooped up a big glob of 
sticky white goo in her spoon.  “Open wide.”  He did so and she stuck 
the spoon in his mouth.  He closed his lips around it and she slowly 
withdrew it.  It was clean.  “Now swallow.”  Billy grimaced but did 
as she ordered.  She repeated this until the bowl was empty, and then 
she held the bowl to his lips and made him lick it clean.  
“Delicious, huh?” she taunted as she replaced the duct tape to his 
mouth.



“Now to get down to business,” she said as she tossed the bowl and 
spoon aside.  She reached into her box again and pulled out an old 
can of shaving cream and an old razor.  They were her deceased 
husband’s, and had been forgotten in the bathroom cupboard for the 
last two years.  She looked at Michelle. “Your cousins’ scrotums need 
to be shaved.  If the hair is left there, it could cause an infection 
after they’re castrated.  I need you to be a good girl and go get me 
some warm water in the metal bowl in the box.”  Michelle grabbed the 
bowl and ran to get the water.  She didn’t want to miss any of this.



Margaret slowly lathered up her grandsons’ scrotums with shaving 
cream, and then spread some into their butt cracks and along the 
bases of their penises for good measure.  It would be hard enough to 
control the bleeding; she didn’t need them to develop massive 
infections as well.  Michelle returned quickly with the water and set 
the bowl down beside her grandmother.  “Thank you dear.”  Margaret 
wet the razor, grabbed Billy’s scrotum, pulled it down so that it was 
stretched taut, and began to shave him.  She took her time to do it 
right, and then moved to his brother.  When she finished, the boys 
were utterly hairless from the bases of their cocks to their 
buttholes.  She dried the doomed pouches with hand towels and then 
proceeded to use cotton balls to liberally coat them with rubbing 
alcohol.  She had nicked each of them several times, and the stinging 
from the alcohol caused the boys to jerk in their restraints.



Putting her shaving implements aside, Margaret pulled an intricate 
metal device, along with two small rubber rings, from the box.  She 
took Michelle’s hand and pulled her until the two of them were 
standing in front of the trembling boys.  She wanted them all to see 
her castration tool.



“OK, now this device here is an elastrator castration tool.  It works 
by fitting one of these tiny rubber rings around the stretcher 
mechanism.  These levers then spread the stretcher arms to expand the 
ring until it is large enough to fit around your testicles and up 
over your scrotum.  When in place, this lever will release the 
locking mechanism, the ring will be released and will return to its 
normal size.  This will trap the scrotum and cut off all blood 
circulation.  The scrotum will darken as it and your testicles are 
deprived of blood and begin to die.”  The boys had looks of anguished 
horror on their faces.  “We used this all the time on cattle on the 
farm, until we sold our livestock.  I don’t know why we kept the 
thing, but it will sure come in handy now.  Anyway, it would take 
weeks for the scrotums to dry up and fall off on their own, so I’ll 
have to cut them off myself once they’ve been sufficiently numbed.  
Are we ready?”



The boys began to violently thrash and scream into their gags.  
Michelle spoke up.  “Are you sure we need to do this, Grandma?”  She 
was getting very nervous and a little sick to her stomach, but was 
still fascinated by the whole idea.  She didn’t know what to think.



“Of course it’s necessary,” Margaret said with a disappointed look to 
her granddaughter.  “It will be for the best, for everyone involved.  
Once the boys lose their testicles, they eventually will lose 
interest in sex and lose the ability to have sex as well.  They will 
be calm and nice and helpful, and won’t act like naughty little 
perverts anymore.  Although I hate to have to do it to them, the ends 
justify the means.   OK, time to get started.”



She moved behind Tim.  “I think I’ll start with you, young man.  Stop 
squirming or the pain of the elastrator band will be worse.”  She 
placed a rubber ring on the device and spread it wide using the 
levers.  She then grabbed his loose, dangling scrotum and stretched 
it down.  She slid the band over his testicles and slowly moved it as 
close to his groin as she could, until virtually his entire scrotum 
was through the ring.  She then released the locking device and with 
a pop the band returned to its normal size.  Tim lurched in his 
restraints and his muffled screams filled the barn.  His trapped 
scrotum ballooned out until it looked as if it could burst, and 
quickly began to darken.  Michelle stared in wonder.



Margaret then moved over and did the same to Billy.  His balls were 
larger than his brother’s and so she had a little more difficulty 
squeezing them through the ring, but they eventually fit and she 
released the band to trap his scrotum as well.  It swelled so greatly 
and the skin was so taut that his testicles were perfectly outlined 
in their pouch.  As his bag darkened from light brown to deep red and 
then to purple, Michelle thought his testicles looked like grapes, 
ripe for the picking.



Margaret took Michelle and walked to the house to get a drink of 
water.  She explained that they needed to give the boys’ scrotums 
time to go numb before she cut them off.  She fixed Michelle a glass 
of punch and then went to the cellar to make some preparations.  When 
she finished, she called Michelle.  On the way out the door, Michelle 
wondered why her grandmother grabbed a shovel.



They returned to the barn to find the boys sobbing softly.  The pain 
of the elastrator bands had been too much.  Their scrotums were very 
dark now.  Margaret walked up and slapped the scrotums to see if they 
were numb enough.  The boys reacted, but not strongly.  It was time.



She reached into the box and pulled out a long, sharp kitchen knife 
that gleamed in the light.  She dropped to her knees behind Tim, 
grabbed his bag and pulled it down.  “I’m sorry boys, but it’s time 
to finish your punishment.  I wish that I could eliminate the pain 
entirely, but that’s not possible.  This will hurt you.  You’ll feel 
a sharp, burning pain as I slice through your scrotums, but it won’t 
last long, and will be replaced by a strong aching sensation.”  She 
placed the blade against the right side of Tim’s bulging pouch.  “On 
the count of three.  One.” Tim began to whimper.  “Two.  Three.”  She 
drew the knife sharply left, slicing as quickly as she could.  Tim 
gave a scream that was bloodcurdling even through the gag.  The 
testicular cords gave a little resistance, but she quickly managed to 
cut through the last shred of skin and his scrotum and testicles came 
off in her left hand.  She gently set the bloody pouch into the metal 
bowl and examined Tim’s mangled crotch.  Blood oozed out in a steady 
stream but the bleeding wasn’t excessive or unmanageable.  The 
elastrator band remained in place and would stanch the flow quickly. 



 She reached into her box and pulled out a bottle of iodine. Pouring 
some on a bandage, she applied this to Tim’s bloody wound.  She 
motioned for Michelle to come over.  “Here, honey, hold this bandage 
in place to help stop the bleeding while I work on Billy.”  Michelle 
got between her cousin’s legs and held the wet bandage in place, 
feeling his body tremble in shock.  She felt terribly for him and 
responsible for this extreme punishment, and began to tear up.  
Strangely enough, though, she also couldn’t take her eyes away from 
the bloody bag in the bowl and its contents.



As she stared, another bloodcurdling scream signaled that Billy was 
also being cut.  She looked over in time to see her grandmother cut 
the last scrap of scrotal skin and then place Billy’s severed scrotum 
and testicles in the bowl beside his brother’s.  Billy’s crotch 
seemed to bleed more than Tim’s had, and Margaret looked concerned.  
She frantically soaked some bandages with iodine and brought them to 
his shredded boy crotch.  She applied upwards pressure, but the 
bleeding continued and she seemed to get desperate.  Billy’s body 
went limp, and he lost bladder control, urinating in a pool under the 
saw horse.  Margaret reached around to tear the duct tape from his 
mouth to allow him to breathe more easily.  He had gone unconscious.



“Oh please, dear God, oh please let the bleeding stop.  Please, 
please, don’t let this boy die on me!  Please stop the bleeding!”



Michelle started to scream and cry.  “Is he going to die, Grandma?  
Is he?!”



“No, dear, no he won’t.  I just need this bleeding to stop.”  She 
continued to apply pressure to the wound as she bit her lip and tried 
to keep calm for her granddaughter’s sake.   After a couple more 
tense moments, the bleeding did slow to a tiny trickle.  Billy would 
be OK.  



Margaret placed fresh bandages over the wound and taped them in 
place.  As she finished, Billy began to come to.  She then inspected 
Tim’s wound and found the bleeding under control.  She placed a 
dressing on him as well and then got Michelle to help her untie them 
from the saw horses, remove the tape and stand them up.  The boys had 
difficulty standing, but after a few moments they seemed to get their 
bearings, although they both seemed to still be in a state of 
considerable shock.  Michelle was instructed to lead the boys back to 
the house and move them into the cellar, and her grandmother would 
follow shortly.  As Michelle walked her cousins toward the house, she 
glanced back to see her grandmother walking toward the side of the 
yard carrying the bowl with the boys’ severed scrotums in one hand 
and the shovel in the other.  She was going to bury them!



Michelle led her cousins into the cellar and found that earlier, when 
she had been drinking punch, her grandmother had put down some 
blankets, sleeping bags, and pillows onto the floor.  She helped the 
stunned boys ease down onto the blankets, being careful not to put 
too much stress on their wounds.  She then sat beside their stretched 
out bodies, and gently caressed their heads, running her fingers 
through their hair while softly whispering how sorry she was for what 
happened to them.  They merely stared blankly at the ceiling.  She 
stared at their naked bodies, their flat, empty, bandaged crotches, 
their shriveled, soon to be useless penises, and she wept.  She could 
hardly take it anymore, but it was too late to tell the truth now.  
When she noticed her cousins shivering, she gently covered them with 
blankets. 



In a few moments, her grandmother walked in and placed her dirty 
shovel in a corner of the work room.  She then walked to the cellar 
door and looked in.



“Well, the offending organs are gone forever now.  You have nothing 
more to fear from them, nor does any other girl or woman in the 
future.  How are the boys doing?”  She looked over to see her 
grandsons with eyes closed.  They seemed ready to fall asleep.



“Oh stop crying, Michelle.  They got what they deserved.  I just hope 
that this solution works and that I can mold them into upstanding 
members of society.  It will take them a while to adjust to the 
changes they’ll experience, but they and I will be much happier in 
the long run.  It is a shame, though.”  She paused and looked down at 
the boys.  “Well, young lady, you come with me.  The boys will stay 
locked up in the cellar until your father comes to pick you up in two 
days.  I can’t run the risk of them regaining some strength and then 
trying to hurt you for revenge.  Of course, we will have to think and 
talk about whether to tell your father about this.  But, we’ll cross 
that bridge when we come to it.”  She then moved forward and grabbed 
the rope that had been used on the boys.  She loosely tied their arms 
and legs to wooden posts in the cellar, so that they wouldn’t be able 
to move freely and cause a ruckus.  She then took Michelle out of the 
room and turned out the light so that the boys could sleep in utter 
darkness.



Margaret closed the cellar door and securely locked it.  She then 
took Michelle’s hand, and they slowly climbed the stairs to go to 
bed.