The farmhand finally turns up for a night of banding with the elastrator and the EZE bander. But it turn out that he has more fetishes than the owner expects.
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Erik had agreed to come over at six o’clock, after he feeds the new steers and goes to his quarters to shower off for the day. It’s already five forty-five so I down a couple of cans of beer, stretch out naked inside my khaki cotton defence overalls, and return to the Badboy book I’d put down on the shelf a few minutes earlier. Military overalls always look good on me and I’m serious about making a strong impression on Erik. Sure I’m 6’1” tall, slim with short black hair and intense blue eyes - an eye-catcher in any gay bar. But I’ve also been aware of my voice being more faggoty- sounding than I’d like and I’m still not sure what turns Erik on. Is his fantasy to castrate a stud, or is it the fantasy of banding a weakling, preventing the propagation of weakling genes, that gets him going? The best approach seems to be to come across as much like he is - an alpha male - and see where things lead. It’s about time I shared this fetish with another person and Erik is just the sort of guy I reckon I can have fun with. I flick back to the story about the vet using an elastrator band on the farmhand who raped his son and concentrate on the scene. “The farmhand struggled wildly as the vet reached for his scrotum and squeezed the balls downward, slipping the green ring around the base. He emitted a terrible cry as the handles were released and the rubber contracted, digging tightly into the skin. He screamed then, and cursed the vet with every vile oath he could think of. This pain was worse than all the rest, for it transcended the physical... was, in effect, the ultimate punishment... or, so he thought until he saw the vet begin to fit a second ring onto the elastrator. “You’ll be sorry you drank all that water,” said the vet casually. He seized his captive’s long, think cock and forced it through the opening, released the handles and watched the green ring clamp tightly into the spongy tissue. “Yeah, with all that liquid in you, you bladder’s going to explode long before your cock does like your balls are going to do... turn blank and dead and fall completely off.”” Just at that point I hear Erik’s feet on the metal driveway outside and my heart really starts pounding. The story is so hot that my dick is already pressed hard against my overalls, and now here comes a guy who is into banding just as much as I am. Or so I hope, anyway. It’s going to be an entertaining night. I drop the book on the shelf and go to open the door. -------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------ “Hey Erik! I’ve been looking forward to this!” I smile, eyeing him over closely as he stands on the porch. Erik sure is one hot guy. Standing there in a tight black t-shirt with loose-fitting gym pants, he’s somehow different to the scruffy farmhand I’m used to seeing with the cattle. Guess before now I didn’t have a chance to notice just how muscly this guy is. He’s holding a small sports bag in his left hand which gets my attention. “Oh, just thought I’d bring a couple of things to try out” he shrugs, noticing my interest. “Yeah, hav’to say I’ve been thinking about this a bit too. Guys night in, yeah? Chance to try things out and all that?” He follows me in and I offer him a beer. We both sit down on the sofa and I’m too excited to waste time with small talk. It’s now or never. “So, you’re still keen to try out the bander then?” I say, nodding to its red carrier bag sitting next to the wall. Erik grins widely. “You’re really into this aintcha” he muses, leaning back casually in his seat and snapping the catch off the beer can. “Sort of had you figured out as being into wild things - a guy like you living alone in this big old house. What do you want to do then?” He’s testing to see if I want to band him or I just want him to band me. I decide to stay uncommitted and be up-front. “Look Erik. I’ve gotta admit the idea of banding a guy is a turn-on for me. Over the years I’ve had a lot of fun banding myself with the elastrator bands and, well, when I saw how easily you tightened those Eze bander loops for the bulls the other day, it just really struck a nerve. I was sort of hoping you’d be into the same sort of thing. I mean, if you’re not or you want to try out something else, or you just want to let you girlfriend be the one who does all the banding...” I add the last idea jokingly, hoping that he won’t take it seriously. For some reason it’s always been erotic for me when one male castrates another. The thought of getting a woman to castrate a man just doesn’t have any impact. I mean, where is the thrill in that? At least when one male deballs another male he is making it clear that he is dominant - he physically takes away the other guy’s energy and power. When a woman castrates a man what does she get? A eunuch who is weak and docile and, well, more feminine like her. Erik’s laughs and slowly reaches down to unzip his sports bag. As I watch his big hand mechanically move the zip I realise just how in control and dominant Erik is. He’s the sort of guy that lives on another level to me. Everything is slow, everything is controlled. He knows where he’s going and nothing can stop him. “So you’re into the elastrator then” he nods more seriously and pulls from his bag a shiny elastrator tool with a pack of bands. “I thought that’d be a good way to start, say, each trying a band or two and seeing how it goes? No point going to the Eze straight away, we need to have a bit of a build up I reckon”. Immediately I realise that my decision to employ Erik on the spot as a farmhand was the best decision I made in my life. As he slips a band onto the four prongs and manoeuvres his track pants down to expose a medium-sized cock and huge balls he watches my reaction closely. I force myself to meet his stare, hot, erotic, curious. Cold somehow as well, though this is less noticeable at first. I suppress a shudder as I follow his attention to his ball sac. He carefully manipulates it through the ring. A quick flick with his fingers and the ring is biting into the neck of his sac. “Right-o, your turn” he says, re-loading the applicator and handing it to me. “Let’s see how it fits.” I’m just as adept as Erik - after years of practice I should be. My overalls unzip from the groin so I can easily expose my cock and balls and fasten the ring over my sac. As soon as I slip the ring into place I notice just what an impact it has on Erik. From half- mast to full salute in a second, watching me banding myself obviously did it for him. “Nice work” he compliments, “Suits ya”. Before I can put the elastrator down his right hand is around my trapped balls, feeling the tightness, massaging them in their prison. I wonder if this is the first time he’s been so far with his fantasy. “I know, how about we take another look at the Eze video” I say, getting up as Erik downs another beer. I put the video in the VCR and return to the sofa, where we each fondle the other’s trapped manhood. A blue screen lights the room and a cowboy voice announces the title. “All the benefits of banding made easier” he drawls, before the picture changes to another cowboy displaying the Eze banding tool. I concentrate on Erik and he concentrates on me, each of us picking up occasional erotic phrases as we strip out of our clothes and crawl on top of each other on the carpet. “Banding of larger bulls does not stress them” reassures the cowboy in a southern monotone. “Within about an hour after applying the band the scrotum has no feeling left in it at all”. Erik whispers to me to start pulling myself off but not to come and he reaches into his bag for some lube and a condom. He greases his dick and, with one hand around my trapped sac, groans as he enters me. “The bander is fast and easy to use. Each castration can easily be performed in 10 to 20 seconds” says the rancher with cap and dark blue jeans, unaware that his marketing video is proving to be the equivalent of hard core pornography. Both Erik and I look up as the cowboy tightens the Eze band around the bull’s scrotum, smashes the metal clip and pulls away, leaving the bull standing very still and calm. “Gotcha” groans Erik towards the TV as he roughly twists my ball sac before pulling out. I roll him over and force him to take me in his mouth - determined not to play the submissive all night. Erik takes me reluctantly. “Man, I’ve been jacking off every day since you agreed to come and band me tonight” I tell him as he tugs at my balls. The video pulls back to give a wide shot of the yard and to show how quietly the bulls are reacting to the bands. Erik re-enters me just as the cowboy returns. “If you want you can remove the scrotums six to 10 days after banding” he advises, and the camera zooms in on the now-darkened scrotum of a bull trapped in a headlock. Without any warning the cowboy’s black rubber-gloved hand reaches in from left screen with a large knife. I remember now that this is the most intense part of the video. Erik starts pounding into me, his eyes focussed on the screen and his hand on my numbing balls. With only four or five movements the cowboy sadistically cuts right through the neck of the scrotum beneath the latex band and then tosses the sac somewhere to the left of camera. The steer doesn’t move at all, feeling nothing thanks to the effectiveness of the band. Just as surprising is how clean the process is - no blood, nothing. The cowboy’s rubber gloved hand returns, covered in a black gel- like substance which he massages into what used to be the steers’ scrotum. “Applying pine tar will aid in the healing process” he directs. The eroticism of the massage is incredible. I feel the intensity and so does Erik - with an uncontrollable moan he releases his load inside me. -------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------ Five minutes later and the video is over. I still haven’t come, but I’m not too concerned - the evening is young after all. We’ve both lasted for 20 minutes with the bands on, and removed them to have another beer and decide what to do next. I’m back in my defence overalls and Erik his gym pants and t-shirt. “What do you think got you into castration?” he asks, in some post- orgasmic thoughtful phase. “Er, power” I reply, feeling less like getting philosophical. “The link between power, sex, aggression, weakness. It’s all there in that little castration band.” He likes my answer and turns toward me. “Yeah, you’re right, it is all about power. For me being male is being powerful. Any guy weaker than me I despise, I want to show him just how weak he is.” He hesitates. “Those bulls for instance. They just take it, they don’t put up a fight. ’Course they can’t really, they’re in a headlock, they don’t know what’s happening to ’em. But the fact that they take it, and they take it so calmly, as if they know they are inferior and deserve to be castrated, that is what is hot for me.” He looks at me to gauge my reaction. His eyes have turned colder and I figure it’s the beer taking its toll. Better get onto the Eze bander, I think, or Erik’s not going to be in control of his actions. “So what now, the Eze? Or do you have a better idea?”. For the first time tonight Erik looks sheepish. “There’s a couple of things I think we could try with the Eze” he says, reaching slowly out towards his sports bag. “I mean, we’re here to have a bit of fun, yeah, to try out things between us that guys don’t usually do?” “Sure” I say, too horny to disagree about anything he could conceivably suggest. “Well, I sorta figured that, I mean, my gal Brenda and I have tried a few things that work with me and I wondered, y’know, if with two guys they’d be more, sort’ve, hot.” “Yeah?” I say, watching as he pulls three things out of his pack. The first - a pair of handcuffs - is pretty obvious. The second - a black rubber hood - I manage to make out when he holds it up in front of me. “It’s just a bit of fun - light S&M really. Coupled with the castration bander they really do it for me.” My mind goes back to how Erik had described his night with Brenda trying out the Eze on him. I’m beginning to think that it must have been quite a night. “Yeah, sounds interesting. What’s the third thing you’ve got there?” I nod towards a black cloth. “It’s part of the S&M package for me. A body sock. Nylon. Really goes with the hood. Makes you feel as though...” He picks up my surprise and changes tack. “Look, I wouldn’t have brought it tonight but it has a real silky feel, just like, well if you were banded in it your ball sac would feel just like one of those bulls we did the other week.” My mind has been slowed down by the beer and I’m trying to rationalise this new fetish that Erik has brought into the equation. He wants to band me in some sort of S&M scene with me wearing a silk black body sock which doesn’t look a lot different to a pair of black pantihose. In my mind I try to weigh up the benefit of it working for him, the problem of it not working for me, and just what other ideas were just below the surface of Erik’s mind. Whatever happens, Erik’s so sexy right now that I don’t want to do anything that would make him leave prematurely. “Ok, so if I say yes to this then you’d band me in it, and then I can band you in it, yeah??” “Fine! Great! I was hoping you‘d say you‘d do it” he said with a look of relief flashing across his face. He got up. “I’ve just gotta piss, be back in a sec” and he went out the front door. I reluctantly slip out of the defence overalls thinking that my studly military image wearing them was obviously not what Erik was after. The body sock was easy to slip in to and did have a silky, erotic feel. I covered my whole body except for hands, feet and head. I was surprised that my ball sac could hang so low - almost as if it had been designed for a guy instead of a woman. Next the rubber hood. I had better try it on to see if it fits ok. There are just two holes for my nose and a zip for my mouth - no eye slits at all. I slip it over my head - it goes on easily - and pull down the zip at the back to make sure it closes tight, which it does. Great, I think, definitely a night of fetishes tonight! Just as I struggle to undo the zipper on the back of the hood, which for some reason doesn’t seem to work, I hear Erik’s footsteps returning on the porch. (to be continued...) Any comments? Good or bad, e-mail me - bandingfan@hotmail.com