My brother Roger, was five years older than I. But we were close, and when he entered puberty he shared the experience with me. I soon became a highly skilled cocksucker and totally enjoyed servicing Roger’s cock. It wasn’t long before he got his cock inside my butt, and I enjoyed that as well.

One spring as we were all castrating the new calves, Roger started kidding with me that soon I would be old enough to be castrated. I didn’t know any better, it never sunk in that Roger hadn’t been castrated. I thought he was joking with me. That night while I was sucking his cock, he started playing with me. I got a good hard on, but was still too young to cum. Roger was licking my little dick and then he started telling me how he wanted to castrate me before I got any bigger. He said that I needed to be able to take care of him when Dad retired and he & I started running the farm.

I worshipped Roger, not only was he my brother, but he was my only friend. No one had ever told me I wasn’t suppose to suck his cock, I thought all brothers did this. And I enjoyed doing it to him, because it seemed to make him feel so good. Like all ten year old boys, I worshipped my big brother, and was eager to do what I could to please him.

One weekend Dad went away on a cattle buying trip, leaving Roger and I alone on the farm. Saturday morning we took care of our chores and then went inside the house. Roger was horny, like he always was. He was walking around the kitchen with a hard on in his pants. I tried to grab it, planning on opening his pants and sucking him dry. He didn’t want me to, he said he had something special planned that he needed to be horny for. He winked at me, telling me I would enjoy it. Like a ten year old boy, I was anxious to know what his plan was.

“Do you love me?” Roger asked me.

“You know I do,” I replied.

“You know I want you to always be here to take care of me, don’t you? I want you to be able to do it properly”, Roger told me.

I wanted nothing more than to take care of my big brother. I didn’t understand masculine and feminine at the time, because I’d never been exposed to a woman. But I knew I wanted to take care of Roger.

“Just tell me what I have to do, Roger, and I’ll do it. I want to take care of you.” I told him.

Roger took me by the hand and we walked out to the barn. He told me that this would hurt me badly, and that I would have to spend a couple days in bed, but that afterwards, I would be able to take good care of him for a long time to come. I started crying, anticipating the pain, but was still determined to do whatever I had to do, to take care of my big brother.

Roger started to unsnap my pants and pull them off my legs. My tiny dick got hard and stood up. Roger laughed and told me he was going to fix me so that I wouldn’t get hard anymore. He said that only one of us could be a man, and he already was one. So he had to fix me, or else we couldn’t be together.

I cried even more, not having any idea what I would do without Roger. So I didn’t complain when he pushed me gently over a sawhorse and kicked my legs apart. It was uncomfortable, standing there, leaning on a sawhorse with my legs spread eagled, but I wasn’t about to cross Roger. He started playing with my balls, trying to pull them away from my body. It wasn’t easy, because they were so tiny there was no extra skin at all.

I figured out what was happening about the time that I felt the cold metal of the burdizzo touch my ball sac. I was terrified and started crying even more. But I didn’t move, and Roger managed to stuff half of my ball sac into the clamp. I felt the metal cut into my skin, and then it jumped and suddenly I felt more pain than I could imagine! Roger had just closed the clamp.

I screamed, crying uncontrollably now. Roger held the clamp closed on my little nut and started petting me, telling me it was OK, that he was sorry he hurt me, but he had to do this or else give me up. Slowly the pain subsided a little, and I calmed down a little, as Roger let my poor nut out of the clamp.

I was really scared as I felt him grab my other ball. The first one was so sore, and now he was pulling on the other one, I knew this was going to hurt even more than before. Roger was pulling on that nut and knew how scared I was. I heard his pants unzip, and then I felt his hard cock pushing into my butt crack. Roger started telling me how he loved to fuck me, and he wanted to be able to do it always. He told me that if he took my nuts, then he would be able to fuck me without being a faggot. Now I didn’t know what a faggot was, but I knew that I liked it when Roger put his dick in my butt. So if this meant that Roger could keep doing that, I was ready to give up my other nut.

I felt the metal against my remaining nut … felt the clamp move … SLAM! The clamp was closed! Roger picked that instant to shove his dick deep in my butt. My nuts hurt so bad, but I wanted to feel him in my butt so much that I barely noticed. Roger dropped the clamp, letting it hang there attached to my ball sac, and started fucking my butt for all he was worth. We were both really getting into it, I barely even noticed this burdizzo swinging from my nut sac, and Roger was plowing away at my butt so hard, neither of us were aware of anything else except the moment.

“What the hell is this?” A voice boomed. Roger started shooting his spunk into my butt at that time. I tried looking to see who the voice belonged to, but all I could see was Roger with a scared look on his face as he pumped his load into me.

Finally, Roger detached himself and as he moved, I could see one of our ranch hands standing behind us, with an angry look on his face. Roger was trying to pull his pants up, we were both so scared that we forgot there was a burdizzo hanging from my ball sac.

“Well, I guess it was to be expected”, Steve said as he approached me and unclamped the burdizzo. “Considering how you boys have been raised, I shouldn’t be surprised”.

Roger and I stood there looking at each other, dumbfounded. Steve bent down in front of me and inspected my already-swelling sac.

“Roger, you did a pretty good job here.” He said. “The boy ought to loose these nuts right soon, You gonna make him your bitch now?” Steve asked?

Roger was speechless. I stood there wondering what a bitch did.

“Your Dad always figured this is how it would turn out. He wants you boys to stay here on the farm for a long time. He was hoping you guys would figure this out for yourselves, and I see you have.”

We both stood there, speechless, just staring at Steve as he spoke. Now Steve started to undo his belt and his pants. I figured that one, or both of us, was going to get their asses beat. But Steve didn’t remove his belt, he dropped his pants.

I was shocked. Steve had a little tiny dick, not much bigger than mine. And there were no balls behind it. Steve let us both take a good look, then pulled his pants back up.

“Boys, I’ve been your Dad’s bitch since we were boys. He castrated me when I was about your age. I’ve been doing for him, like you two do for each other, ever since then. That’s why your Mom left him. We’ve been hoping you guys would follow in our footsteps. I’m glad to know that we don’t have to hide it anymore.”