!DOWN ON THE FARM Part three of three

This story is written as a novel.  It's about a boy who starts a 
new life in everyway.  The story follows his progress during his 
transformation into a permanent boy.

It’s a story of a boy, his two Masters and their relationship and 
his modifications.

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STRETCHING THE BOY SOME:		(Chapter Seven)

Now that the footy season was over it gave us time to do some more 
modifications on me so that they would be more than healed before 
the next football season started.  We only had a few extra workers 
around at this point so life wasn't so hectic.  We had Laurance 
stay on as he is doing an excellent job and having him around made 
things so much easier for all of us.
So it wasn't long before Dale was back out to spend some time 
working on me.  The fist thing he did this time was to pierce my 
left eyebrow and put a large ring in it.  A ring was fitted in the 
septum of my noise and the retainer kept for the next footy season. 
The rings are the captured ball variety.
I had to go to the toilet and then have a shower making sure I 
cleaned my butt thoroughly including my sphincter.  The tattoo gun 
came out and I had to lie on my stomach.  Mike and Steve then took 
a butt cheek each and pulled it apart and Dale began to tattoo 
right down by my cherry that was pulsating rather wildly during 
this exercise.  
After and hour or so they took a break and gave me a drink but I 
couldn't get up.  A half an hour later they got going again and 
worked for an hour.  I could feel him working up each valley side 
and it felt rather bizarre in many ways.  The tattoo gun moved to 
the top surface of my butt and stopped once they had done both 
sides as far out as the branding is on my right butt cheek.  Well 
that looks great they all said.  I was glad it was finished, as it 
was a little gruelling in the process.
I was covered in cream and a non-stick film was fitted between the 
valley and tapped down to prevent both sides touching each other.  
It was hard to see what they had done to my butt.  I had to spend a 
couple of days lying around. Dale stayed and kept applying creams 
and things and cleaned me up if I had to go to the toilet.  I 
wasn't allowed to wipe myself so I was washed down with warm soapy 
water with an anti-bacterial solution.  
When the tattoo had healed I was allowed to bend over and look 
between my legs in a mirror.   I saw bright red and yellow flames 
tattooed coming out of my cherry.  There was lots of shading in 
whites and oranges to make the flames look realistic.  It’s a great 
looking tattoo with the flames leaping around the top surface of my 
butt.  The flames came near my branding on the right hand side.  I 
wondered how the guys down at the footy club react when they saw 
this one.  
Next Dale started on a thigh tattoo on my left-hand leg that 
started at my waistline and would finish at the hemline of my short 
footy shorts.  In my running shorts the tattoo would show through 
the split in the legs of them.   The tattoo itself is a tribal 
design in large black lines that cris cross in a pattern. 
By the time my tattoos and piercings had healed it was down to just 
five of us on the property.  Nigel and Laurance spent a lot of time 
together and it wasn't long before they were out in the open 
groping and kissing each other.  Nigel started sleeping over more 
and more as well.
Mike and Steve's Doctor Kyle turned up one afternoon.  Steve 
introduced me to him and I was given the once over.  Kyle didn't 
waist time sitting me down with my balls hanging over the edge of a 
chair.  He got some things ready and puts some bags of solution in 
warm water whilst he put up a stand to hang some things on. 
Kyle removed the ball weights and washed my ball bag in 
antibacterial solution.  My cock was taped back up to my body 
exposing my balls.   The Doc got out what he called an infusion 
filtering kit.  One of the bags of saline that had been warming was 
hung on the stand and connected to the kit he had already 
prepared.    
A butterfly needle was plugged into the end of the tube that left 
the filtering device.  The pressure flow control was opened and the 
fluid started to flow and the air forced out from the tubing.   
Once all the air was expelled and the saline flowed correctly the 
needle was inserted.  It was put into the top of my ball sack just 
below where my cock and ball bag joins together.
The warm solution felt interesting as it warmed the eggs within my 
now extending sack.  It didn't take long before my already 
stretched and low hanging ball bag was again increasing its size as 
it swelled with the sterile solution filling it.   I sat there as 
the guys watched and the bag on the stand continued to empty its 
contents at a steady rate.  
My nut sack was spreading further and further out as it continued 
to swell.  The fluid flowed steadily as the first litre bag had 
nearly drained into my ball bag.  My scrotum just continued to 
accommodate the incoming contents delivered to it.   My balls felt 
warm and silky as the bag grew bigger rubbing against my thighs.
I couldn't believe it as they got me to stand and then resit before 
adding another bag of saline to replace the now empty one.  My ball 
bag was absolutely huge and felt warm and wobbly between my legs 
and the weight gave the impression that it had always been there.  
Mike and Steve were both excited and thrilled with what they saw.  
I loved the experience as well and though it was a great hoot 
watching my nut carrier getting bigger and bigger.
As the second bag of saline slowly dripped into my already expanded 
marble bag.  I became totally amazed as my scrotum just continued 
to accommodate all that was being poured into it.  My ball bag just 
rolled around and kept increasing in size as it slowly took on the 
proportions of an over sized blown up party balloon.
The saline bag now on the stand now only had two hundred 
millimetres left in it.  The flow rate had slowed significantly but 
was at least still flowing without being forced in by other means 
other than the gravity of the system itself.  It was hard for me to 
tell from my position just how big my ball pouch had now become.  
My body temperature was up due to the heat in the solution filling 
the sack to help the bag expand more easily.  Kyle came over and 
applied a little pressure to the top of the saline bag to help push 
the last bit of the solution into me.  Once the last of the 
solution left the bag he watched and pulled the butterfly needle 
out of my sack before any air came down the tube.
Steve held an alcohol swipe over the needle stick site for ten 
minutes to help seal it over without any of the fluid behind the 
skin balloon from escaping.  Kyle took a look and said to keep the 
pressure on a bit longer after he changed the alcohol swipe with 
one with a little antiseptic fluid on it.  Once Kyle was satisfied 
that the point was sealed and would not pop open I was allowed to 
stand up.
There was a gasp as I stood, it revealed that my ball sack was now 
well below my knees.  I too gasped when I finally saw how big my 
balls have stretched too.  I stood still as I got comfortable with 
the weight.  As I moved the whole lot seemed to bounce up and down 
and I shoot a rather water load of spunk from my hard on.  Steve 
said look at the amount of cum our little boy is pumping out of his 
boy pecker
Cum continued to pulsate out the end of my cock for some time.  
Even now after the first five major shoots had subsided a little.  
Once I stooped shooting Kyle told the guys you can't let his balls 
hit any rough surface in case it tears the sack open.
Both Mike and Steve began playing with my more than extended nut 
casing pushing it around making it swing between my legs like a 
Grand Father clock's pendulum. I felt warm and tingly all over.  I 
enjoyed the attention I was getting as my ball swung wildly between 
my legs like never before.
It was funny in bed that night as my balls got in the way every 
time I tried to move.  Steve couldn't stop playing with my nuts all 
night.  However we were all taken with how much my nut sack had 
gone down over night.  But they are still huge and hung extremely 
low.   
The following day Kyle did a top up of another litre to fill my 
ball container back up.  They wanted to keep them up for a few days 
so that my sack would remain stretched once my body had absorbed 
the saline.  My cock was gorged and fat with the fluid that had 
pushed its way into the surrounding skin of the shaft.  
Five days later the fluid that once filled my rather oversized 
scrotum had all gone and I had pissed buckets in the process.  My 
low hangers now hung another four inches lower.  Where they were 
once half way down between my butt and knees, they now hug just 
above my knees.  I was surprised that my balls themselves hung 
almost in the bottom of the sack as well.
A day later Kyle came and took me to his room and again taped my 
cock but this time he didn't stop till he had three litre's of 
saline filling my nut carrier.  The weight was something else and 
the size of the balloon was extraordinary.  A prize stud bull 
looked like it had pee sized balls alongside me now.   Mike walked 
in and commented whose the pretty little boy with gigantic balls! 
It was much harder to walk this time.  My nuts seemed to grow 
around my legs both back and front.  Mike and Steve waisted no time 
making me move around by swatting my little boy butt with their 
riding crops.  I was sure my balls were going to burst as the skin 
was stretched to the limit and yet still managed to bounce up and 
down as I moved. 
The guys could only screw me when I was tied over a wooden horse.   
When I lay down on my stomach my balls sat twice as high as my well 
rounded bubble butt, which made it impossible for them to mount me 
successfully.  They didn't want to bust my scrotum open so they 
used the horse and both fill my love chute with their seed before 
we all retired to bed.
Next morning they topped up my nut sack and did this for three more 
days.  It was about ten days this time before all the fluid had 
been expelled by my body.  My scrotum was now some eleven inches 
long from my groin to the lowest part of the sack.
Some moisturising creams were rubbed into my scrotum to assist in 
keeping the skin soft and supple.  The ball weights come stretchers 
were refitted but this time they had to apply a lot more.  Once 
they had several on they then pushed more on to force my nuts to 
the bottom of the sack as well.  I could feel the strain on the 
cords that connected my family jewels to their attachment point up 
in my body being strained to accommodate the new length.
My cock still looks a little swollen from the saline that was 
forced into it during the ball stretching.  I sensed that we were 
reaching the pinnacle to my major body modifications.  In one way I 
was excited and my cock indicated that, in another I was a little 
apprehensive but I wasn't about to let any of my internal pondering 
about the unknown show.  
I love Mike and Steve more than ever and we had grown so close.  I 
had agreed for them to do anything to me they wanted to me and I 
wasn't going to back out now.  I loved all of the modifications 
that had been done to me.  
After all this was the coming to reality of my boyhood dreams and 
fantasies that I carried deep within me.  Even as we were preparing 
for the modifications I still dreamed of being nutted.  My 
fantasies and deep desires were finally coming true and I wanted it 
more than ever.   
I want to be a boy forever.  Mike and Steve both love me so much.  
They provided for me in every way.  Especially with security, and a 
safe haven in which to live.  Not to mention a loving secure 
environment, where I am wanted for who I am and nothing else.
This would continue both now and for the future.  I am free to be 
the person that I am and Mike and Steve enhance that.  Which is 
what makes us a good team known as the Thompson brothers. 

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KEEPING THE BOY A boy:		(Chapter Eight)  

With my balls stretched to the limit Dale and Kyle had to go back 
to town for a few days to meet some other commitments before they 
could return.  The weather conditions had changed and warmed up.  
The temperature during the day was around the mid, to high twenties 
which made it excellent for getting out and about during the day 
for some sun.
It didn't take much sun for my body to colour up back to brown 
again with my naturally tanned complexion.  I even went swimming 
down in the river a couple of times, which didn't surprise anyone 
as they reckon my second home was in the water.  I just loved 
showers and swimming and that sort of thing at any chance I got.
Every day Mike and Steve would make me plunge my ball bag into some 
solution they had in a drum with the weights still on my scrotum.  
I was constantly amazed at how the skin just grew to acclimatise 
the stretching.  My sack wasn't so tight any more after just two 
days of dipping it in the conditioner the guys were using in the 
drum.
The morning was nice and warm when Kyle, Ethan, Andrew and Dale 
arrived back out on the property.  Mike and Steve had Laurance 
clean the vets' room down in the barn thoroughly and sterilise 
every thing.  Steve took me into the showers and we had a nice warm 
shower together.  
During the shower Steve gave me a couple of enemas to clean my love 
chute out so that I was not only nice and clean but also empty.  I 
wouldn't need to take a dump for a few days.  I had also been given 
a couple of tables earlier so that I emptied myself of piss, seeing 
I was made to drink lots of water the day before.  
I had taken quiet a few long pisses since being up but they had 
slowed down.  I had to make sure I let any fluid out when ever I 
felt it coming and not to retain any.  I took a couple more leaks 
whilst in the shower but it was now clear dribbles of fluid that 
came away. 
Steve sat on the floor of the shower and took the metal ball 
stretchers off from around my scrotum.  The last few drops of piss 
was expressed whilst Steve was taking the weights off.  When that 
was done the shower was turned off and some pinkish nice smelling 
goo was poured over me and massaged into a thick lather.  It was 
worked into every aperture of my body; no part was missed in the 
process.
He even did my head and face with the stuff.  It had to stay on for 
two minutes before it could be washed off under warm running 
water.  I was allowed to air dry before I was wrapped in a couple 
of new clean sheets.
Both Mike and Steve carried me down to the barn where every one had 
gathered.   I was layed out on the operating table.  Steve asked if 
I wanted to be tied down and I replied it would be best.  So he and 
Mike carefully strapped me down with my legs up in the stirrups.    
My day had come.  I had dreamed about it for so long and it was now 
here.  My balls were full to overflowing with my boy cum.  Pre cum 
oozed from my ever-stiffening cock that hadn't been relieved for 
some time now.  Mike and Steve wanted my balls absolutely full of 
cum when they harvested them.   
A pillow propped up my head so I could get a better look at what 
they were doing.  A mirror was also placed above the table so I 
could see between my legs. There was a lot of equipment about me, 
more than I had seen before.  The guys didn’t want to take any 
chances with me.  Seeing I was their prized personal possession.
Both Mike and Steve told me how proud they were of me.  They both 
confirmed that they loved me so much.  Kyle and Ethan were 
assisting each other and once they were ready Kyle gave me several 
injections around the base of my scrotum.  A couple of injections 
were also applied around my cock as well.
Some time was allowed for the anaesthetics to take hold and do 
there job before any more was done.  Mike and Steve had given the 
cutters very specific instructions regarding what they wanted to 
achieve in keeping me a boy.  I was to be given the best and fines 
work they could do and no mistakes would be tolerated.  
Once everything was numb between my legs Kyle and Ethan were able 
to start.  I dare guess my new name now could have been "Num Nuts" 
at this point.  I heard some of the guys making an ohing sound as 
the scalpel cut into my ball bag.  I couldn't feel any pain.  
However I could feel them tugging and the pressure on things as 
they worked away on me.
I could see in the mirror that one side of my marble bag was open 
by the red line that was forming as they worked on cutting through 
the several layers that made up the pouch that contained my nuts.   
I was surprised at how little blood there was where they were 
cutting.  None the less I was still mystified by the sight of what 
I was seeing happening before me in the mirror.   Especially when I 
knew it was me that I was watching being cut open.  
Kyle worked steadily away whilst Ethan held things and made sure my 
dick was out of the way.  As more and more of the sack was cut away 
from my body Ethan would hold the section already cut out of the 
way.  Kyle was exceedingly careful not to cut the cords that still 
kept my balls alive at this point.
Seeing time was of no importance Kyle took his time separating the 
attachment point of my testicle holder.  He was making sure to cut 
as much loose skin away.  However he wanted to leave just enough 
skin to close the wound at the end of the procedure. Mike and Steve 
wanted it to be smooth like nothing had ever been there before.
When both sides and the bottom of my sack were detached from my 
body the only bit of skin that held it onto my body was the loose 
skin of where my sack and cock were joined.  It was now pertinent 
to separate my ball bag from my boy cock.  My three-piece man set 
had to be permanently separate from each other, thus allowing me to 
retain being the boy that I am, instead of continuing to have 
sexual man power to reproduce.  After all boys are powerless, their 
cocks are only useful for pissing out of.
A new scalpel was employed to trim away the last attachment point 
that held my ball bag to my body.  Kyle worked carefully up each 
side of my cock separating the skin from the shaft.  With one last 
flick of the knife the bag was now no longer alive or attached to 
me.  The only points holding the sack near my body was my two 
entrapped balls that were still inside the dead casing.  
My old ball bag was turned inside out so that my balls could be cut 
free from the pouches they were housed within the bag itself.  My 
huge balls that I am so proud of now hung by their cords and sat 
between my legs against my butt.   Ethan trimmed away any excess 
skin and material from the inside of the sack before turning back 
the right way.  Mike was going to have the bag tanned and made into 
a money pouch that he would use.
The sack was put into some solution for the time being.  Kyle got 
some suturing material ready before using it to tie off each of the 
cords connecting my balls to my personage.  The cords were pulled 
down, as tight so they could be tied off and after being cut the 
remaining cord would disappear well up in my body afterwards.
Whilst it could be argued that with the cords tied off I was 
already a eunuch.  However it wasn't being claimed at this stage.  
The guys were waiting for the everlasting removal of my nuts and 
the time was fast approaching.  
The time to disconnect my balls had now arrived.  A point we had 
been all working towards for many months now.  Everyone and 
everything was absolutely quiet, as things were ready for the final 
cut that would render me a boy.  I readied myself for this moment 
and took three deep breaths.
Both Mike and Steve came forward as Kyle wanted them to have the 
pleasure of harvesting my balls from me.  Mike went first and he 
selected the smaller of my two balls.  He lifted it so that I could 
see it and Kyle pulled the cord and showed Mike where to slice 
through it.  
Mike said I love you boy and thank you for the gifts you have given 
me in your sack and now for letting me lop one of your precious 
jewels off.  With that he severed the cord and the part connected 
to me snapped back into my body cavity some where.  Mike 's hand 
raise into the air and my left ball followed it.  
My left nut now dangled and swung around on the end of its long 
cord whilst Mike held the severed end in his fingers.  He leaned 
over and kissed me as he handed Kyle the ball.   He then injected 
with some preservative fluid and put it into a dish where it lay 
waiting for its partner which would join it real soon.
Steve came back and massaged my head before kissing me and telling 
me that he loved me more than life itself and would always be there 
for me.  We both smiled at each other in a special way that we had, 
seeing we were so close with each other.  He kissed me again rather 
passionately and ran his fingers over my lips.  He took my right 
nut and lifted it and gave it a kiss before he did any thing else 
to it.  
Kyle did his thing as well as instructing Steve what to do.  As 
Steve said thanks for the greatest gift boy he too carved through 
the cord detaching my last ball from my body forever.  I can't 
explain it but at that moment I somehow felt so complete even thou 
my balls had been cut off.  I couldn't get them back even if I 
wanted to, but I didn't.
With that they all cheered as Steve announced to them, our best and 
only boy is now a prize EUNUCH!  A boy forever and we love him.  I 
couldn't believe that I still had a raging hard on during and after 
I just had my balls cut off, but that's they way it is.  A horny 
little boy with a single function cock that refused to lie down 
even after its hormone source was taken away from it.
I couldn't get over the image before me in the mirror above.  An 
open patch below my wounded cock where once hung my proud very full 
bag filled with large low hanging balls that gave me so much 
pleasure.  But I was and am still willing to give Mike and Steve my 
pleasure because they give me so much more than my balls ever did 
or could.
Ethan cleaned up before they continued.  Kyle inserted several more 
injections around my cock and where my sack once sat after swabbing 
the wound.  Kyle and Ethan then pushed a new catheter down the eye 
of my dick after removing the PA I wore in it with such pride.   I 
could feel the tubing-moving deep within me as it worked its way 
towards my bladder.  When they had it where they wanted it a device 
was pumped up to prevent it from coming out of my bladder.
Kyle took a brand new scalpel as Ethan held the tube up that now 
filled my urethra.  He waisted no time making a couple of incisions 
into my pubic area and cut all the tendons that connected to my 
cock to its foundations.  Once that was done Kyle then gently 
pulled upwards on my shaft. 
My eyes bludged out of their sockets as I saw my cock grow another 
two and a half inches.  Eleven inches of hard cock protruded from 
my body with its green mushroom head and purple shaft on the top of 
it.  Mike and Steve came over as Kyle then began to circle the base 
of my long hard cock with his more than razor sharp scalpel as 
Ethan continued to pull my cock upwards with a fair amount of force.
As I watched in the mirror above I saw my cock leave my body and 
slide up tube and further and further away from where its roots 
were once attached.  My boy dick was now detached from its home and 
a slight depression now appeared where my cock used to be.  I 
watched with amazement as my cock left the catheter tubing and was 
lad in a stainless steel dish besides me.
There was what looked like a second tube covering the catheter 
tube.  I was told it was me urethra that they needed to reuse later 
as the sewed me back up.  I was given an injection in one of the 
veins in my arm and I gently fell off to sleep.  Kyle and Ethan 
worked on my closing the wounds with fine stitches so that I would 
be left with a fine scar line that ran up the centre of my crotch 
like the one on my once proud ball bag.
I woke up to find myself in my own bed back in the main house.  My 
crotch was covered in bandages.  A second bandage came away from my 
body following the catheter that came out of the bandages.  The 
tube was filled with a light yellowish fluid that drained into a 
plastic bag on the side of the bed.
I had no idea just how long it was since the operation as I slowly 
regained some of my senses.  I had a tube feeding a needle that was 
in my left wrist.  The tube went up to a bag hanging off a stand 
above me.  The bag was nearly empty as the solution continued to 
drip through the filter similar to the saline solution they used on 
my ball bag before it was removed.
Steve came in and said how are you sleepy head.  You have been 
asleep for three days now.  I looked a little startled at the news 
but Steve just sat on the bed besides my running his hands through 
my hair and reassured me and kissed me several times.  He told me 
that I had to try and rest and not to move too much so that thing's 
could heal more quickly.  He told me that both he and Mike were so 
proud of me especially the way I just laid there and allow them to 
do what they wanted to me in the operating room.
Mike came in and greeted me and he too reassured me of their 
commitment to me.  He told me that Kyle would come in later and 
cheek on me.  That it would be in a day or so before they would 
change the bandages on me and also reveal my newly modified body to 
all.  Till then I was to lay back and enjoy the rest.
I must have fallen back off to sleep as I woke with a stratal when 
Kyle moved the catheter tube.  He asked how I was and I replied 
that I felt a bit sore and tender between the legs and somewhat 
sleepy.   He said that would be natural after the sort of surgery I 
had been through so he gave me something for the discomfort and I 
dozed off again.
This continued for a few more days till there was a lot less pain.  
My bandages had been changed a couple of times but I never saw the 
end results until the swelling had gone down considerably, along 
with most of the bruising.   Steve was never very far from me day 
and night.
Well the day arrived to remove all the bandages and reveal the 
final results of this major modification.  Steve and Kyle got me 
out of bed to move around a bit whilst they held the bag at the end 
of the catheter protruding from the wound site.  I felt a little 
strange bearing weight on my legs again and wasn't sure if it was 
my legs or the results of my operation that caused the strange 
sensations I was encountering at this point.
All the guys gathered around to see the great unavailing.  Kyle 
scrubbed and put on a new pair of latex gloves after he had poured 
several solutions into bowels.  A few other tools were placed on 
the trolley that he had the bowels sitting on.  
Steve sat on the bed along side me holding my hand as Kyle began to 
unwind the bandages.  When most of the bandages around the catheter 
were taken off first.   The bandages covering where my balls once 
lived was then exposed.  I could not see anything at this stage.  
Some of the guys were making oh and ah noises as more and more was 
revealed.  The final coverings around the catheter were removed to 
some gasps and I could only lay back and wonder what they were 
seeing.  I heard Kyle say that everything was healing rather nicely 
and that he was pleased with it.
Kyle was now happy enough for the catheter to be removed and made 
sure that the tube was drained before removing the bag at the end.  
He inserted a wire down the tube that was used to deflate the 
gadget that kept it in place in my bladder.   Once he had the wire 
out he slowly pulled the tube out of my body.
Again it felt weird as the tubing moved inside me but it wasn't 
long before it was completely out and the others could see the 
final results of the modification that had been made.  I was still 
unable to see anything and the others weren't saying anything at 
this stage.  The guys took a good look and left without saying a 
thing.
Mike and Steve stayed in with me along with Kyle as they showed me 
what was now between my legs.  A mirror was held up to reveal that 
I did in fact have a cock, which surprised me somewhat.  Seeing it 
was the last thing I saw then take from me before I went to sleep 
in the operation.  
However it was only an inch and a half long.  It was some what 
ridged and poked strait out, but upwards by about twenty odd 
degrees.  The end of my knob had been cut off leaving a flat end 
instead of a pointy sort of tip that my mushroom head used to 
have.  The eye of my dick seemed quiet a bit smaller and still had 
some stitches  in it.
It took me a few minutes to realise that my dick had been put back 
on upside down, so that the underside was now on top.  My mouth 
drooped open as Kyle refitted my large gauge rattling PA back in 
after lubricating it.  As the ring hung upside down it opened what 
once was the underside hole into my urethra that the PA came out of.
There wasn't much of an opening at the end of my new piss tube.  It 
was obvious that every time I had to take a leak that most of the 
piss would flow out of the topside of it rather than the end.  With 
the angle it had urine would flow around the short shaft and down 
the underside.  Therefore every time I had to relieve myself piss 
would run down my legs if I stood up, and down between my legs and 
butt if I sat down to piss.
Steve told me that my pee-pee would always be ridged as it had been 
treated with some stuff to keep it that way.  Only enough blood 
flowed through it to keep it alive and that was all.  I would not 
have much feeling because most of the nerves were not reconnected 
when it was reattached to my body and the base had also been 
modified to keep it sitting in the position it was now in.
Below my cock where my favourite toys once resided, was now tight 
and smooth with just a fine scar line complete with the stitches 
still in.  The line came up the centre and finished at the base of 
my newly modified pisser.  Kyle commented that once the stitches 
were taken out in a few more days it would all look a lot better.  
It was strange seeing the row of black stitches running through the 
centre and around the base of my dick.
I had to take it easy for a couple of weeks so that I didn't strain 
anything around the healing area.  The stitches came out during 
this time and my body soon settled down till nothing hurt or ached 
any more.   The scars healed and the stitch marks disappeared along 
with the scabs over the healing sites.   
Dale appeared one morning and the guys were excited as they were 
going to get him to finish my modifications in this series.   So 
the first thing they got him to do was the tip of my cut off pee-
pee head.  They wanted it done in a bright almost fluorescent pink 
colour so that it would stand out.  I could hardly feel anything as 
he tattooed this area this time.
Then they had Dale tattoo in bright colours across my shoulders the 
words "Eunuch Boy".  It took him most of the day with a few breaks 
to do it and each letter was outlined in navy blue, whilst the 
inside was filled in with a rainbow of colours.  The next morning 
my left hand side butt cheek was tattooed with the words "Spanky 
this!"  It was done in a bright red with yellow flashes worked into 
it.
We then had a couple of days rest whilst Dale went out around the 
property helping the guys with bits and pieces.  Dale loved 
spending time out here where no one could try and get him when he 
wanted a break out in the fresh air.  He also love the company of 
the three of us even though on this occasion I spent most of the 
time resting before they did the last of the tattoos they wanted to 
do.
Tattooing resumed and Dale worked on my right arm starting at the 
shoulder with a large well-shaded Eagle in flight with a sun behind 
it with long sun rays coming from it.  The arm was finished off 
with a carefully placed Celtic armband at the same height as the 
band around my left arm.  The Celtic band was coloured in greens 
and yellows and the whole thing looked wild when it was finished.
During the afternoon the final tattoo was done.  As I lay on my 
back an intricate design was drawn around my belly button.  In the 
centre is a square Celtic knot coloured in bright blues.  The 
square was put so that my belly button was in the centre and it 
looked like a diamond the way the square was placed.    Then a red 
circle in keeping with the Celtic theme was done.  From the circle 
a modernistic sun design emanated in oranges, red and yellows with 
the occasional bit of white used to great effect.
The whole thing once finished looked totally awesome.  Mike and 
Steve decided to top my belly button design off with a piercing.  
The piercing was done once the tattoo had healed a little and a 
ring was fitted with a second ring hanging from the first.  After 
that Dale headed back to the city. 
I hadn't been off the property for a couple of months now so we 
decided to head into town.  Whilst I was in the shower Steve layed 
out some cloths for me to wear.  I dried off and came out to find a 
white tee shirt and what looked like a new pair of teal and black 
tartan shorts and a pair of sand coloured Swede boots and some 
socks.
I always started by putting my socks and boots on first followed by 
the tee shirt and lastly my shorts.  But this day I got a bit of a 
surprise to find it wasn't a pair of shorts after all but a short 
kilt made of a light weight fabric.  It wrapped around my waist and 
it hung down and finished a couple of inches above my knees.  
You could just make out where my one and a half-inch pecker sat 
inside the kilt.  There was just a slight poking point.  It looked 
a bit strange as it pushed the fabric out ever so slightly.  It 
didn't look like a real man's basket that one would expect to see, 
but then it couldn't could it.  After all I am not a man but just a 
boy, a powerless boy toy. 
Once I had it on it felt great to wear but I wondered how I would 
hide the fact that I wore nothing under it.  What if it blew up in 
the wind and I ended up exposing myself along with my highly 
modified body in public.  I mean the footy club was one thing but 
down the main street was another.
Mike and Steve were waiting for me as I came out and they both came 
over and hugged me before we headed for town.  We parked the car 
under some trees and walked across the park and as we did Mike 
lifted the back of my kilt.  I managed not to try and pull it back 
down or say anything after all he was one of my Masters.  I have no 
idea if any one else saw it but I didn't get arrested either.

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AS TIME GOES BY:		(Chapter Nine)

I have now live down on the farm for half my life.   I have never 
been happier and the relationship between Mike, Steve and myself is 
absolutely fabulous.  We have grown so close, so close that we were 
inseparable.  
At thirty-six-I still look like I am just twenty or twenty one at 
the most.   My skin is still smooth and silky to touch with a shiny 
natural tan.  My face has retained its boyhood looks and hasn’t 
aged a bit.  I still look like a juvenile in many ways.
I sent my mother a birthday card each year.  I put our Post Office 
Box number and details on it so she could write to me.  However I 
gave up after the third year because I never heard back from her.  
She never wrote once, so I assumed that she just didn't care or 
couldn't be bothered.
We had to take some lucerne seed for testing and had to go through 
the old town I grew up in.  So we tried to see if mum was home but 
she was out.  The next door neighbour recognised me and called out, 
is that you Mark?  I answered her and replied yes.  She said I 
looked great.  I asked if mum was still with Ian?
Yes she replied, but your mum is down at the hospital because Ian 
is really sick with alcohol poisoning.  I left a note with my 
address again and the neighbour said your mum talks about you and 
the birthday cards you sent a lot.  She is proud of you Mark but 
she seems lost and unhappy since you left.  But she says she 
understands that you had to find yourself and your own independence 
to and that there is no work for young people here.  
I told her that mum never wrote back so I had given up.  She told 
me that she would give mum the note when she got home this 
afternoon.  We had to keep going so I said good bye to the 
neighbour and left.  Steve gave me a huge hug and kiss to let me 
know they were there for me, like they always are.
Five years passed by when I heard from the old family lawyer.   He 
informed me that mum had been killed by Ian.  He consequently 
killed himself after he had shot mum.  I was told that mum had been 
buried next to dad some weeks ago and that Ian had been buried far 
away from her.  
The lawyer went on to say that he was out of town when it happened, 
hence the delay in being able to notify me.  That mum had given him 
my address for his records from the first birthday card I sent 
her.  So I guess deep down mum did really care for me and that the 
pig must have stopped her from replying because he controlled and 
hounded her so much.
I was told that I had to come over to the lawyer's office to sign 
some papers.  Plus I would receive a cheque from the sale of the 
house and another from some money dad had put away for me that was 
never passed on when it should have.  Mike and Steve took me over 
the next day to settle things and to pick up a couple of other 
items that dad had left for me as well.   I am not sure how I felt 
but Mike and Steve stuck by me in everything and I know where I 
belong.  The past was now completely gone.
Lots of water has gone under the bridge since I first arrived down 
on the farm.  My large balls had been preserved and sat in a glass 
container mounted in a trophy.  The trophy took pride of place on 
the mantle piece in the living room. Along with the remains of my 
cock shaft which sat in a separate glass tube in the base of the 
trophy for all to see.  
Mike still uses my tanned and enlarged scrotum for his money 
pouch.  He is so proud to show it to one and all.  He tells them 
that there will never be another one just like it.  Its unique, a 
one off in the world and he has it.  He calls it his "Spanky Pouch".
I know I am not the only eunuch that lives in the immediate 
district, because the guys have collected a few other trophies that 
lived in a bottle down in the shearing sheds.  It looks like a 
bottle of pickled onions.   But on closer look one realises that 
they are in fact boy's testicles that their owners no longer wanted 
or needed and had given them up willingly.
They guys at the football club are always amazed and interested in 
the modifications that are done to me.  Not one of them has ever 
made a negative comment about the modifications or me.  I am still 
the football club mascot and have never been challenged for the 
position.
Many of the guys from the club come out to the property wanting to 
have some body modification done to themselves in one way or 
another.  There never seemed to be a shortage of guys wanting 
something done.  Weather it was a piercing, a tattoo, a branding or 
to be castrated or have their cocks modified in some way.   
I only played footy for a couple of years.  I started to get badly 
hurt when some of the other teams began to try and take me out 
rather than playing the ball.  So Mike and Steve wouldn’t let me 
play any more.  The last thing they wanted was me being injured 
over a game, as our relationship always come first.
When the footy club got into big financial trouble again Mike and 
Steve bailed them out once more.  I was made club president and I 
am still the president today.  We have a good time socialising down 
at the club.  People still talk about the times I won the different 
matches for the club.  Mike and Steve look after the club 
administration and the club is now back in the black and doing 
really well these days with lots of resources available to it.
Our property too has gone from strength to strength and life is 
great out here.   It seems everything that we Thompson's put our 
hands too does well.  All of our yields are way up.  Our sheep and 
cattle do exceedingly well, both on the stud side of it.  Along 
with the cattle and sheep that we sell at the markets, not to 
mention our wool which is of the finest quality.
 I am still a water boy and can be found swimming in the river at 
every opportunity  I get.    I still get up to pulling numerous 
amounts of pranks and stunts.  I pull them whenever I can, often 
people are still taken by surprise even these days, and I just love 
it.  I am the life of the party as it were and the guys love me for 
it.  
Mike and Steve give me heaps when we are alone for playing up.  I 
often play up so they will give me a hiding or exceptionally rough 
sex.  Besides they know I absolutely love getting roughed up and 
tortured by them. 
As far as sex goes I have never missed my balls.  Or my balls 
dangling between my legs.  When it comes to my boy pee-pee its like 
I have always had the little thing.  My one and a half inch pecker 
is still as rigid as the day it was modified and still sits at the 
same angle.
My dumpy firm boy dick with the blunt head is to short to be able 
to get it into anything or anyone.  Besides it has very little 
sensation to it, so it doesn’t give me any satisfaction that way 
even if I got in anyhow.  So it's a waist of time trying to use it 
other that peeing from.  It's even to short to get out of a pair of 
jeans to take a leak from. 
So I have to droop my pants if I am wearing them to take a leak.  I 
still piss all over myself and sometimes I have been known to lie 
over the bowl to take a leak, especially if we are out.  Where I am 
at home I just take a leak in the garden and then hose myself off 
after.  I love anything and everything Mike and Steve do to me, so 
what's new you ask?
I can't get enough of both Mike and Steve using me for their 
pleasure and love every minute of it.  As I said I just love and 
enjoy getting my butt tanned every time I play up.  When the guys 
tie me up I go into raptures and I can almost feel an erection 
coming on but of course that is impossible as nothing works in that 
department.  After all my pecker just sites there as an ornament 
that piss dribbles out of occasionally.   
Mike and Steve are so loving, kind and faithful to me.  Their looks 
and bodies are still trim, taught and terrific.  They are just as 
hot as they were when I first meet them.  The three of us are like 
one in everything.  There is a magic between us that goes beyond 
description and its utterly fantastic.   
Whenever I am not naked I love to dress and ware clothing that is 
bright and breezy.  I just love the surf style and the street wear 
and club style of baggy clothing with cargo pockets.  My favourite 
is the three-quarter baggy multi-coloured punk shorts with big 
pockets.  I adore tight fitting, short sleaved, tee shirts that 
show my pecs and abs.   I never look out of place with my boyish 
looks.  I am the ultimate boy in Mile and Steve's eye and all our 
friends and acquaintances agree and admire me for who I am. 
My tattoos and brandings are still as clear as they were when first 
done and fully healed.  I have had a few other tattoos done around 
my thighs in the way of slave marks and that sort of thing since 
the major modifications were done.  Some of my piercings have been 
stretched to accommodate larger gauge jewellery.
I have a surgical stainless steel chain around my neck that is made 
of a flat chain design.  I also wear a matching set of wrist and 
ankle straps.  All five pieces of chain are permanently welled 
closed so they can not be removed.  The chains come in handy for 
lots of our play with Mike and Steve particular when they want to 
tie me up.  Particularly when they want to stretch me out on a 
frame of some sort, or when I am tied to our workhorse for pleasure 
or discipline.  I get pleasure from it any way and that's the fun 
of it all. 
Brad and James the one baller still come in a couple of times each 
year to do the shearing and crutching and all that sort of thing 
that has to be done with the sheep.  Jewels and Tom are now in 
charge of the cattle team and they come in every year with the 
others that make up their crew.  
There is lots of skylarking and fun when both crews are on the 
place.  There always seems to be some sort of contests or dares 
between them each year.  Some times it's between the two crews.  
Other times it's amongst members of the same crew.   However we 
always have a huge celebration together at the end of both 
contracts and the celebrations grow each year.  
In fact all the guys and crews as well as the other contractors 
that have something to do with our property all get on tremendously 
well and they both like and enjoy each other to boot.  Ethan, Kyle, 
Dale and Andrew are great mates and our best and closest friends.  
They spend a lot of time out here with us and come out at every 
opportunity they get.
Laurance and Nigel are both still with each other and us.  We also 
have a few others from the football club that work on the property 
with us, and they too fit in.  We are all a popular bunch with both 
the town folk and those in the district.
I "Spanky Bruce Thompson" (SBT) have found my true place in life as 
a Sexual Boy Toy down on the farm with Mike and Steve and they are 
my life.  The three of us are one and I am home where I belong.
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THE END
 

Copyright © Wayne Dennis  [email protected] 1999.
This is a fictional novel and all characters are factitious
and do not portray anyone in particular alive or deceased. 
hoped you enjoyed this novel.
Wayne Dennis