BANDED AGAIN (Part 1)

That’s why I’m here. August 2001 and I’m helping out on a cattle ranch in southern Texas. At first I was sure it was the owner James McKay who would be eunuch material. Perhaps I was just too keen to nut the guy - early 50’s, strong as an ox and a temper as black as they come. The more he laid into me for not working to his standards, the more I was getting off on the idea of snapping an elastrator around his nuts and making him beg for mercy. God that would be hot. It’s not often you get the opportunity to geld a real alpha male. Usually there’s some weakness there, some effeminate gesture that is a sign of a eunuch wannabe.

But then I met Jim Jnr. He was sixteen and had been away at boarding school for the two months since I had arrived at the ranch. Now he was back. Six foot tall, blonde, lean but still to develop the muscular form of an adolescent male. Puberty was coming late to the boy and as a result he was a shadow in his father’s presence. Too intimidated by his Dad to object when James ordered him to help me work the ranch.

“It’ll make a man of ya, boy” he’d said, “and sure as hell that won’t be a minute too soon”. The old rancher scorned his son in front of me, making the boy blush like a girl.

“Sure dad, if that’s what you want”. He looked at me shyly with his bright blue eyes and smiled gently. “I’ll do my best. But up to now I haven’t done a lot on the ranch, so I’m going to take a bit of training”.

“Call me Erik, ok?” I smiled too. Was that a glint of lust I spotted in young McKay’s eyes? “Don’t worry, we’ll start on the easy jobs first. I was going to steer a few of the bulls tomorrow so you could help with the bander. It’s a good introduction to the beef industry.”

James nodded in approval. “Just the thing for you boy. That’ll show you what happens to bulls that aren’t good enough for breeding stock. If they don’t make the grade then they don’t deserve to have balls. Simple as that”. He made a scissor motion with his fingers, snipping an unseen scrotum off for effect.

Jim laughed uneasily at his father’s enthusiasm for gelding the weaker stock. “I’ve never done it before. Does it hurt the bulls?” he stammered.

Immediately a thought flashed through my mind. “I’ve got a video of how to use the eze bander. If you like come over to my quarters later tonight and you can see exactly how it ...”

“Of course banding doesn’t hurt!” James interrupted, annoyed that his son would ask such an irrelevant question. “The bulls don’t know what’s happening to ’em. As soon as the band hits their nutsac everything goes numb and all they can think about is eating grass. Christ, it’s so simple I don’t know why Bush didn’t bring it in as a way of castrating all those rapists we’ve got in our prisons. It’d be a hell of a lot cheaper than housing and feeding them for years on end.”

Listening to another guy’s opinions on castrating rapists always makes me horny, so I thought I’d encourage the old tyrant and see how far he’d go. “Well, come on James. The state’s come pretty close to doing what you want. Didn’t the good old Governor sign a castration law back in ’97 letting the state surgically castrate second-time paedophiles? I remember them saying at the time that chemical castration costs the taxpayer something like $70,000 for each offender - looks like George agreed with ya and went for the surgical operation as a one-off money-saver.”

“Hmmmph” grunted James, unhappy to be agreeing with the government over anything. “Second time paedophiles don’t go far enough. And how do they do it? Nice and neat operation, hospital stay, anaesthetic. I mean, come on. That’s still going to be up to a couple of thousand bucks. And what’s the cost of a band we use on the bulls? Ninety cents! Simple and economical. Save the taxpayers some money for once on those no good perverts.”

He turned to go and I winked at Jim Jnr, who seemed to be lost in thought. “So is tonight ok? Say 7.00?”

“Sure” he said. “See you then.”

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Brenda and I have been a couple now for over five years. Castration is as big a fetish in her life as it is in mine, and when we work together on a scene it can lead to some damn hot sex.

“So what are your plans tonight?” she asked when I told her Jim Jnr was coming over to look at the eze video. “If he’s as innocent as you say he is, then you’d better not rush it. Sow the seed, and see how far he’s prepared to go.”

“Yeah, we’ll see how he reacts to the video. Take it one step at a time.” I smiled. “God, if we end up nutting the boy it would be great to see the look on old McKay’s face when he finds out. It’d be just like castrating the old man himself, cutting off the last of the McKay gene pool. And from what I’ve seen I’d be doing the world a favour.”

Brenda looked thoughtful as she lifted the eze tool out of its plastic box. “So where do I fit in tonight? A few encouraging words from the weaker sex you reckon?”. She ran her index finger slowly down the length of the tool and raised her eyebrows.

I laughed at her modesty. “Bren, we know that there’s no weakness when it comes to you. Just play along. You’re right about not coming on too strong though, I think you’d better leave the castratrix outfit hanging in the wardrobe just for now.”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find an eager young Jim McKay standing on the step in a pair of flannel grey gym pants and a white t-shirt. I was pleased with his choice - if his attraction to castration was as strong as I hoped it was then those pants weren’t going to keep any secrets.

“Ah the pupil has arrived” I grinned, noting his blue eyes quickly flicking over my body. I admit I’m in pretty good shape for a 33 year old. The muscles that don’t get a work out on the ranch are kept up to scratch with the weights and other gym gear I’ve got in the spare room. Brenda’s a demanding woman - it’s in my own interest to keep my physical strength to a maximum. And that night I was wearing some tight nike running shorts and a singlet, so there was not much left to the imagination.

“Jim, this is my girlfriend Brenda”. Jim entered the lounge and I saw a hint of disappointment flash across his face as he realised we wouldn’t be alone.

“Hey there Jim” greeted Brenda, smiling like a cat as she sized up the boy. “So Erik’s gonna give you an introduction to life as a farmhand, yeah? Steering the bulls sounds like a good start.” Jim nodded sheepishly as I passed the boy a can of beer and the three of us took a seat in the lounge. For over an hour we chatted about the farm. It was important to get Jim comfortable and relaxed.

After the fourth can of beer I figured he was ready for the video. “Right, well it’s about time we did what you came for, Jim” I said, reaching for the eze that Brenda had left on the floor.

“Ok. Let’s see how it’s done” he agreed, in a quiet voice slightly slurred by the beer. “It can’t be that hard, surely. I’m surprised they actually made a video”. I handed the banding tool over for him to hold as I slipped the video in the recorder.

“It’s only five minutes, so pay attention. We don’t want anything going wrong tomorrow”. I returned to my seat next to Jim, and Brenda watched on. “I’m glad you’ve come to see this” she said. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen the eze video, I’ve just about forgotten how the thing works.”

Before I could think of a response to her mischievous lie the screen flickered to life and a cowboy with a southern drawl announced the eze catchphrase. “All the benefits of banding, made easier.”

The words disappeared and a young buck farmhand dressed in blue denim appeared in a studio, lifting the bander gently like a precious musical instrument.

The narrator sounded like an older man, watching as the farmhand modelled the tool. He began by justifying why castration should be delayed as long as possible, to get the benefit of growth which testosterone provides. Quickly he moved on to the specifics of the bander.

“Banding of larger bulls does not stress them like other forms of castration. Within about an hour after applying the band the scrotum has no feeling left in it at all. This eze bander is fast and easy to use. Each castration can easily be performed in 10 to 20 seconds and reloading is a snap.”

The scene changed, still in the studio but this time the young cowboy was kneeling down, holding the bander under his left arm as he loaded the latex ring.

“Insert a clip into the hole at the end of the applicator. The slot at either side faces rearwards. The extrusion at the top matches the indent in the hole when the clip is in all the way.”

My mind concentrated on Jim rather than the video during this part. If it wasn’t for the studly young cowboy doing the modelling I would have fast forwarded. But out of the corner of my eye I could see that Jim was paying full attention.

“Simply spread the one size fits all latex ring between the two spreader bars. Take the bottom strand of the ring back to the hook in the end of the tightening rod. Next bring the tightening rod with the latex ring hooked to it back into the clip. This is done with about four of five strokes on the pistol grip handle. It is now ready to go on the bull.”

Another scene change. A disappointing one, when you realize the studly cowboy isn’t going to band a bull at all. Instead you discover he is going to band a black rubber bag, shaped like a pair of testicles in a scrotum, which hangs beneath a wooden saw horse. Jim registers his disgust. “Awww, just like putting a condom on a banana. You’d think they’d actually use a real bull!” He took another gulp of beer, not noticing the look of amusement on both my and Brenda’s faces.

“When the bull comes into the chute grasp the scrotum above the testicles, giving it four of five good, hard squeezes. It will help move the fatty tissue from under where the band is to be placed.” Immediately the model’s large right hand lunged for the rubber testicles, grasping once, twice, three times before pulling back. If it wasn’t so erotic the scene would be pure comedy.

“To release the ring from the spreader bar, hold the scrotum with one hand making sure both testicles are below the ring. Pull the applicator away from the scrotum until the ring comes off. Next put one hand on the handle of the eze, with the other hand take a hold of the t-handle and pull it backwards as far as you can at the end of the eze e.

“Finish tightening the ring with the pistol grip. When completed the tightening rod should be within an inch from the handle. Smash the clip with the larger of the two handles. Finish the procedure by cutting the rubber with the smaller handle. This whole procedure, providing the bull cooperates, should only take about 15 to 20 seconds.”

The model awkwardly pulled the tool away, but his left hand hesitated as he brushed the trapped rubber testicles with his fingers. He pulled back and the camera focused on the banded black rubber balls swinging beneath the sawhorse.

I paused the video.

“Looks easy enough?” I asked Jim. There was a bulge in his grey flannel pants, so I was certain he’d been attentive.

“Sure. A bit technical. I mean, once I’ve used it a few times it should be right.” He looked directly at me. “How many times have you used it yourself? Have you had any problems?”

I decided to stick to a safe reply. “Well your father only bought it a couple of months ago so it’s still new to me as well. In the past I’d stuck to steering younger bulls with elastrator bands. I’d say they were pretty good, though every now and then there’d be problems, like not catching both balls below the ring. The eze bander lets you band when the bulls are older, so it’s unlikely you’d ever make that mistake.”

Jim nodded. He had a serious look on his face and returned attention to the screen. Right, keep going.

I re-hit play and suddenly the camera is in a cattle yard, zooming in on a real life castration. A ranch-hand is struggling to hold a banding tool steady, right between the rear legs of a large bull. His muscular left arm is reaching in close to the scrotum and the bull is putting up a struggle. There is no narrator now, just the sound of other bulls calling out to each other across the yard.

Immediately you realize what is happening. The ranch-hand is working fast to band the bull, proving the 15 to 20 second goal is achievable. He pulls back the t-handle as far as it can go with an aggressive grunt, stretching the latex band to almost full capacity. With four pumps on the pistol grip he finishes the job, then reaches down and smashes the clip. When the tool is freed he uses his left hand to pull the now sealed-off scrotum downwards and into camera view. “Whew, that’s a big set alright” exclaimed Jim before he could stop himself. “I can’t believe how still that bull is now. As soon as that band was tightened he became as quiet as a baby.”

Jim was oblivious to the tent pole now holding up his flannel pants.

The deep voice of the narrator returned to the video. “As you can see the eze e being sold in this video is fast and easy to use.” The soundtrack was replaced with yard noise as three other bandings took place by different ranch-hands. Even I marvel at how aggressively they pull back the t-handles of the tool. In less than half a second they stretch the latex loops to full capacity, closing the neck of the scrotums to a width no thicker than that of a pencil. And in every case the bull is compliant and docile, not showing a hint of struggle as the source of his sex drive is neatly tied off by another male. Wow.

The screen flickered again and it is the final and most shocking scene. A banded bull is in a chute and a ranch-hand - the same one as before - reaches over. Before you have a chance to wonder why the reason is clear - he is holding a knife and with little effort begins sawing through the skin below the band. The blade cuts the scrotum like it would an over-ripe fruit.

“If you want you can remove the scrotum six to 10 days after banding” noted the narrator as the scrotum is completely severed and falls to the ground. The ranch-hand arm retracts and another arm encased in a rubber glove reaches for the space where the scrotum used to hang. “Applying pine tar will aid in the healing process.”

The video screen turned unexpectedly blue and a voiceover reminded the viewers to give a tetanus toxoid injection prior to or at the time of banding.

Then the screen went blank.

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“Simple as one, two, three” I laughed, hitting the rewind button. “Any questions?”

I could see that Jim was still phased by the final cutting scene. “Ummm, no. Looks easy enough.” The banding tool was still sitting on his knees and he stared at it intently. “God, how did they ever come up with this idea in the first place?” he marvelled. “A bit of practice and it’ll be fine though. I mean, they sure knew what they were doing on that video.”

Brenda had observed Jim’s intense interest, and couldn’t resist taking a chance. “Well, how about some practice tonight. Put that theory to work before the real thing tomorrow.”

“How do you mean?” Jim jumped, looking confused. “Oh, you mean banding a bag or something. Yeah, I guess...”

“Ha” giggled Brenda. “I don’t have a set of fake rubber balls in the house or a wooden sawhorse to hang them from. No, I was thinking, why not try it out on a real set.”

My dick throbbed instantly as I realized what Bren was suggesting. “I think my girlfriend is offering you my balls for a test session” I smiled at Jim. “Goddam, isn’t she just so practical.”

“Ah hahah” Jim laughed, thinking it was a joke. “I thought for a minute she was being serious.”

“Well...” I watched his face closely for a reaction to what I was going to say. “To be honest I’d be happy with that. I mean, you saw yourself that it is a painless procedure. Can’t be a lot different to a strong cock and ball ring.” His jaw dropped, but I could tell he was interested.

“If you’re game then load the bander and give it a go. Unlike tomorrow we’ll be cutting this ring off later.”

“Oh, you are such a selfless hunk” cooed Brenda. “Go on Jim, load the bander and I’ll watch. I’ll be the judge, how’s that.”

“Well, I don’t know....” he hesitated. Even with all the alcohol in him he was wondering whether it was as crazy as it sounded.

Before he could change his mind Brenda grabbed the bag of latex loops and metal clips and thrust it in his hands. “They’re all yours. GO!”

I stood up right in front of Jim. “It’s ok, I trust ya” I said. My shorts were easy to slip off, leaving my 9” dick and balls hanging right in front of Jim’s face. “Do it from the front so I can watch.” Since my dick was already semi erect I slipped it up under my singlet to keep it out of harms way.

The beer had given Jim enough courage to play after all. It didn’t take him long to load the band and stretch it into a wide-enough loop to encircle my balls. In his grey flannel pants he crouched in front of me and slipped the rubber noose up over my scrotum.

“Hold on Jimmy” interjected Brenda. “You’ve forgotten the first step. Before the band goes on what about those four of five good hard squeezes of the scrotum.“ Jim went red.

“Shit, you want me to do that too?” he asked.

“Let’s keep this as real as possible” I agreed. “Now squeeze!”.

Jim pulled off the band and used his right hand to squeeze the neck of my scrotum. “Nice, Jim, real nice” admired Brenda. “You really know what you’re doing down there.”

My mind was struggling to keep control. If little Jimmy didn’t have to be treated with kid gloves I would have released my dick and shoved it straight in his mouth about now. The boy sure could do a fine ball massage.

“Now the band” instructed Brenda, noting that Jim had squeezed well over five times.

Jim brought the band up over my sac again and slipped it off the prongs. “Are you ready” he asked, looking up at my face. “This could hurt ya know.”

“Go for it” I encouraged. “Yank that t-handle back as far and as fast as you can. I want this ring sealed in one attempt.”

“Countdown” said Brenda. “five, four, three, two.....

“one!”

With an almighty thrust Jim pulled back the t-handle, stretching the latex band. He didn’t have a lot of muscle, but he was firing on all cylinders tonight. It was quick and I gasped suddenly as the latex sealed off my nutsac. The pain was over as quickly as it had come.

“Good boy, you’ve done it” praised Brenda. “Good seal. Now crush the metal ring to hold the band in place, like you saw on the video.”

Jim released the crushing and cutting leavers like a professional, and pulled the tool away from my crotch.

“Last step, feel the balls” said Brenda, smiling at me. Jim put down the tool and reached out for my sac. I could sense his warm fingers plying my scrotum, prodding the large testicles which he had trapped.

“They’re there all right!” he grunted. “You’re steer material now, Erik!” He smiled sheepishly at his taunt. “Don’t hurt too much, does it?”

I looked at the boy, his eyes as wide as saucers. “You’ve done a fine job Jim. Those bulls had better look out tomorrow. As for me, nah, hardly feel a thing. But I think Brenda here might have a few things in mind before we cut off the band.” I could see she was looking pretty sexual all of a sudden. Seeing a boy snap a castration band on my nuts had obviously triggered a switch.

I knew the band would have to be off in an hour so we didn’t have much time. “So young Jim McKay. There endith the lesson for tonight. You’re now a fully qualified castrator.” I pulled up my shorts over the trapped sac and led Jim to the door. “Tomorrow, at the yards at 9.00. Ok?”

Jim’s disappointment was obvious. He clearly wanted to watch the band do its job for a bit longer. But I didn’t give him a chance to protest as I said good-bye and closed the door. Besides, I wanted him to leave unsatisfied, so it would be easier to convince him to be banded next time.

“Excellent” said Brenda, staring at my overfilled shorts. “That was seriously hot.”. She moved her body next to mine and slipped her hand down my crotch. I could sense here fingers tightening around the narrow band. “Let’s have some fun before those balls of yours suffer permanent damage.”

I grinned. “Whatever you say Bren” I agreed, aroused by her excitement as I followed her into the bedroom. It was the first time she had seen me banded by another male. Could we have discovered a new fetish to play with?

(to be continued...)

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