A nasty suprise for the narrator in the final part of this story.
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BANDED (Part 3) “Ah, you’re keen to be banded, ain’t ya” smiles Erik, standing in the doorway and admiring me in the castration outfit. By the tone of his voice he seems almost surprised that I’ve gone along with his plan so easily. “Nice, real nice”. He comes up to me and runs his big hand down the front of my body, gently squeezing the nylon as he reaches my groin. “Y’r little fellas are just ripe for the picking now” he laughs, squeezing the nylon mesh around the neck of my scrotum and forcing my balls down as low as they’ll go. His deep voice is sexy compared to mine and I enjoy the feel of his fingers around my sac. I can almost taste the alcohol on his warm breath next to my face, but I can see nothing. The black hood I manoeuvred over my head a few minutes ago has stretched tightly against my face now and is keeping out every bit of light. I encourage him since it’s pretty obvious that me in a body stocking is part of his fantasy. “It’s a good idea to wear something like this. Sorta takes my identity away, reduces me from your boss to a male body wrapped in silk. You like that do ya? Just another eunuch-wannabe with a pair of balls to remove... ” I reach out for his gym pants to test his excitement. Erik likes it, no question about that. He forces me backward toward the sofa. “Where do ya want it done? Your choice.” The EZE bander is still sitting quietly in its red carrier bag beside the wall. “Here? The bedroom? Or....” My mind is running over the options faster than a wild animal cornered in a yard. This is the first time Erik and I have been together. It could be the first of many if things go well. I need to come up with somewhere really erotic to keep him interested. “How about.... out in the yard? If my balls really feel like a bull’s balls in this silk outfit, then why not put my head in the headlock and band me just like a bull at roundup time.” As soon as the words leave my mouth I realise how hot that scene would be for me. My dick is fully erect and held tight against my body by the nylon stocking. “Ohhh yeah” Erik responds in a tone similar to his orgasmic moan half an hour ago. “Nice idea buddy. That’ll work just fine”. I stand still as he picks up his sports bag and the EZE Bander kit, then comes back and lifts me effortlessly over his shoulder. “I’m gonna make it as easy as I can for ya. Just relax.” -------------------------------------------------------------------- Five minutes later we’re out in the yard and he drops me to the ground. I’ve had more time to think now and doubts start to echo in the back of my brain. I’ve only known this guy for a month and I’m about to let him trap me in a headlock and band my sac. How do I know Erik isn’t some Nazi psycho who gets off mutilating gays? But the testosterone pumping through my body doesn’t want me to get distracted. Erik is a 33 year old, fit alpha male who shares my castration fetish. This isn’t someone I come across every day. I have to take a risk. After all, even if it doesn’t go well I’m going to be able to use tonight as a jerk-off fantasy for the rest of my life... “Come on little fella, let’s get you sorted out.” A phrase I’d heard Erik use on the bulls as he drove them into the small yard with the headlock at the end. This time his hands were on my shoulders and he was marching me towards the metal construction. They build these things to hold any sort of farm animal - from a small calf to a wild bullock - and the lever to widen the head gap was going to be well out of my reach. “Ok, bend over. Slowly, yeah that’s it.” He guides my head through the metal gap. “Now hold still for a sec”. Suddenly there’s a loud metal thud as he releases the lever and pushes the metal doors closed around my neck. When they close tight against my skin Erik snaps the lever into place, holding them firmly. “How’s that, can you move alright?” I stretch my neck and pull back. There’s room to move, but no way can I get out of this thing without that metal gap being widened. “Fine. Fuck this is hot. I’m all yours now pal. Just like one of those bulls last week. They say banding of large bulls does not stress them” - I nervously joke, repeating the cowboy’s reassurance on the EZE bander video we’d watched earlier - “but what they don‘t say is how banding is a great way to get off.” An amused “hmmm” is the only response I hear as Erik turns his attention to my arms and legs. There are leather straps on the bars at the side of the yard to hold the cattle legs in place if they get too aggressive. He threads one around my left ankle and pulls it out against the left fence, then does the same with my right against the right fence. I’m spread-eagled now, my legs wide apart with my balls dangling invitingly in front of Erik. His final job is to take care of my arms. “I know you won’t give me any trouble but I might as well make use of these cuffs” he sniggers, snapping each of my wrists into them behind my back. Erik steps away to fully appreciate how far I’ve let him take control of my body. “If you knew how hot this is going to be, pal...” he stops himself before he finishes the thought. “Ok, let’s get this band on.” By now Erik is fairly adept at using the EZE. I stand there in silence as he reaches for one of the metal clips and pushes it over the shaft hook and in the hole at the front of the castration device. Next he lifts the EZE under his arm, places a rubber ring over one of the spreader bars and pulls it across to the tip of the second spreader bar. To stretch the band into an open triangle he finally pulls one side of the rubber ring from the bottom of the loop over the top of the shaft hook. Now he can squeeze the trigger which slowly pulls back the shaft hook and increases the size of the triangle. I can’t see what he’s doing but in my mind I travel back to the previous week-end when he used the EZE on the bulls. The grating sound of Erik squeezing the trigger tells me that he’s ready to slip the band over my sac. This is it, what I’ve been waiting for all week. His big warm hand comes up between my legs and starts to massage my balls. Lower and lower he pulls them, teases them. Finally he decides they’re ready. “KEEP STILL......” there’s tension in his voice as one hand pushes my scrotum forward and the other pulls back on the EZE. With a dull snap the rubber ring comes off the spreader bars and closes comfortably around the neck of my scrotum. “Got you!” Erik’s free hand grips the handle and he starts pumping the trigger, which pulls back the shaft hook and tightens the rubber ring around my sac. One, two, three, four... I count the pumps as they grate in my head. Just like with the bulls, Erik’s pumps tonight are slow and deliberate. I imagine what the scene looks like - a big young man in white t-shirt and gym pants cranking a tool against the genitals of a bound hooded figure wearing a black body stocking. I picture the contract shearers watching us like entertainment in a nightclub, cheering Erik on to finish the job. Castrate him! Tighter! Tighter! Geld the bugger once and for all! they’d shout, enjoying the sight of one male weakened sexually by another. One less pair of testicles in the world could only be seen as a good thing by real men. More chance for their own genes to survive and dominate. Erik stops temporarily at 10. “You’ll start to feel the band tightening now” he warns me “but don’t worry, by the end you won’t be able to feel the band at all. The sheer nylon in the suit will help stop the pain.” And he’s right - as my counting reaches 20 the castration band is as tight as it’ll go and the pinching has stopped. With a few sharp tugs Erik crimps the clip, cuts the excess band and pulls away the tool. His first move, just like with the elastrator band, is to grasp my trapped balls in his hand and feel the tightness. This time though he says nothing. “How are they?” I ask, wondering what’s going on in his mind and what his next move will be. It dawns on me that this body stocking isn’t exactly designed for butt-fucking and I wonder if he’s going to cut it off me now that my balls are bound in silk. “Oh yeah, they’re good alright” he replies. “Just where they should be.” There’s a change in the tone of his voice. It’s harder now, angrier. “You were easier than I thought you’d be, faggot.” The last word hangs in the air and it takes me some seconds to associate it with the changed tone in Erik’s voice. It’s not the sort of thing I’d expect from such a liberal kind of guy. My first reaction is panic. How could I have so seriously misjudged him? Then I realise what Erik’s doing and a wave of relief washes over me. He’s going to act out a scene. He’s into power and this time he’s going to get off by abusing me. Ok, fine. If that’s how he want’s to play it... “Yeah, I’m a faggot” I admit behind the rubber mask. “Weaker than a butch guy like you. Inferior. I deserve to be castrated. Go ahead, fuck me. Be a man.” I wait for his reaction. Slowly I hear a noise. It gets louder. Laughter. He’s laughing! “Too easy, queer” he sniggers. Then I hear a beep. Electronic. It’s like..... a phone. A mobile phone. What is he doing? He starts walking away and I yell out as loud as I can. “Erik! What the fuck are you doing? You and me. That’s all this is between. No one else, understand?” He doesn’t reply and I can’t hear him any more. I curse under my breath. My arms and hands are useless. And even if I manage to get a leg free how would it help? The headlock would be impossible for me to open. A wave of heat and panic surges through my body. What’s going on? -------------------------------------------------------------------- Twenty minutes later. My balls are starting to ache and I hear a farm truck pull up on the metal outside the yard. A voice in the distance, Erik I think. And then another. I can’t make it out. They’re coming closer and the voices get louder. I listen, could it be... a woman? Shit, it is a woman. He’s brought his fucking girlfriend along! “So here’s the fag who wants to be a eunuch” she announces in a deep southern drawl. Erik says nothing as Brenda strides straight up to me and tugs at my ballsac. “Good job, you’ve outdone yourself this time.” She turns to Erik. “Just the way you like it, baby.” From what I can make out they’re both turned on by my predicament. Looks like I’m just a toy, here for their sexual enjoyment. “I’m not into playing out other people’s fantasies. Undo these fucking cuffs and let me get the band off” I growl. I’m angry enough over Erik leaving the band on so long without even staying with me. Now the presence of a woman has really wrecked what was going to be the basis for many jerk-off sessions. “And if you don’t do it right fucking NOW you can damn well kiss your job goodbye!” “Aggressive little steer ain’t ya” Brenda chuckles. “Don’t think you understand the situation here. You aren’t in no position to give us orders. I’m in control now and I say it’d be better if you just kept nice and quiet for a while.” In a few seconds she’s standing in front of me. I can’t lift my head up to see what she looks like though I can see she has something in her hand. Suddenly she’s forcing it in my mouth. A ball gag! She loops the attached cord behind my head and ties it firmly. “No more noise from the steer tonight. Right, lets get this little task underway.” All I can do is listen to Brenda and Erik prepare for the premeditated cutting. Brenda sterilizes the blade of a sharp knife while Erik opens a pot of what I recognise instantly from the scent to be pine tar. “Damn good use of the EZE” Brenda smiles, reaching down Erik’s pants and slowly stroking his hard-on. “Going half way with the bands doesn’t work. But cutting the banded sac off a weakling like this. That’s what has to happen. Do him good. Do us good too Erik.” Erik smiles. He knows Brenda is a hot dominant woman as long as she feeds her thirst for emasculation. And she’s smart enough to find victims with a castration wish. That way he keeps his balls, he and Brenda have an unparalleled sex life, and he gets to have some elastrator fun with guys like this poor fag before Brenda nuts him. Now it is time. I’ve almost passed out with shock when Brenda slices through my scrotum with the blade. She’s done this job many times before and is quick to tie up the end of the nylon pouch holding my sac and pop it into a preserving jar filled with yellow liquid. “Another souvenir” she smiles to herself, looking up at Erik’s lusty eyes. He did a good job tonight. Using the headlock in the cattle yards was inspirational. She wonders, briefly, whether he realises what she is thinking. Sure, another eunuch. Another pair of balls for their collection. But also another white male Erik has helped her feminize. He does it so willingly, driven by the anticipation of the sexual rewards she will give him. And it’s that testosterone drive that blinds him to her mission. Feminising men. White men. Weak men. And ultimately one man. Erik. My sac was numb enough to prevent me feeling too much pain as the knife cut through my skin. Now, in my semi-conscious state, I am aware that Brenda has taken my balls. A woman castrated me while her studly partner watched. And Erik had enjoyed letting a female geld me, humiliate me. Now I feel his hand between my legs rubbing pine tar into the wound to prevent infection. He gently caresses the skin around the band. “There, that wasn’t so bad. You got what you wanted.” Erik is playing with me, teasing me, knowing that my castration fetish focussed on men, not women. He knows Brenda had done more than a physical castration. She has stolen my sexual fantasies as well as my testicles. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Ten minutes later and Erik and Brenda are in my house searching for anything of value they can steal before heading to another State. “And you’re sure the livestock truck is coming tomorrow?” Brenda asked distractedly, searching through the study drawers. “Yep, the trucker Dwane is coming to pick up some steers in the morning. He’ll find our eunuch friend easily enough, don’t worry.” As he goes to join Brenda a book catches Erik’s attention in the lounge. “Ah, here it is” he says smiling. “Our castration paperback. The bait for our little eunuch-wannabes to swallow. Let’s see what story he was up to.” Erik flicks through the pages until he comes to the bookmark. “Retribution, my favourite! Good old elastrator story. Remember? The vet bands a guy’s nuts because he thinks he raped his son... turns out he gets so excited with torturing the guy the vet has a heart attack. The guy’s left tied up with a band around his nuts in the middle of nowhere. Sexual punishment at its best I reckon... ” “Yeah, well in the last week three more guys who have bought an EZE bander on the internet have also bought that castration torture book on the net. So three matches mean three more serious candidates for a castration fetish for us to follow-up”. Brenda smiled. Her computer hacking skills came in handy. “Great” called out Erik from the lounge. “I band them, you cut ’em. What a team. I‘ve got the balls, you‘ve got the brains!” Brenda laughed to herself. “Damn right Erik, you’ve got the balls.” But for how long? THE END (Comments? E-mail me - bandingfan@hotmail.com)