A story about some ranch hands that are castrated with the burdizzo while after the bulls are castrated on one fine ranch day!
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A Farm Boy's Nightmare
You never realized that when it came to spring time when young bulls
were steered, that you would find a secret tradition among the
permanent ranch hands.
Most of the young men came to the ranch came from college spring
break, others were there by court order. A few of the permanent
hands were Eunuchs from previous spring steering seasons. Two
methods were used steer a bull calf, a tight rubber band was placed
over the animals scrotum and a cut below the band was made and you
watched the balls drop into a bucket. The steer was then released
from the stocks and another bull secured to be steered. The
burdizzo method was also introduced as a good ranch practice, it no
not only was a bloodless method and prevented screw worms and fly's
on the bull, it was a safe practice that Ranch hand owner James
Olsen proudly demonstrated for all of us. Mr. Olsen's burdizzo
castrating tool was a 19" inch, which means it had 19" handles and
the fulcrum when closed tightly made a good crush on the spermatic
cords of the bull. Mr. Olsen demonstrated the "Double Crush"
method, indicating that this was the surest method of castration in
the bloodless method.
Bull castration was always done in not only in the springtime, but
also always on a full moon. This was a rancher's tradition as well
as having a big camp out on them hot spring nights. We were all
sitting out around the camp fire and talking about our hard days
work, cookie had made this beef stew that was the best ever tasting
grub that I have ever eaten! I got nervous when Mr. Olsen began
showing off his 19" burdizzo tool explaining with a shitty grin on
his face that every spring also it was tradition for such young men
to arrive studs and leave as a Eunuch. The permeate hands
displayed an eagerness to clamp, I for one was wrassled to the
ground, hog tied, and my wranglers and boxer shorts were pulled down
below my knees. I was lying on my blanket, and a blue bandanna was
stuffed in my mouth and I felt some mans hands feeling my balls for
my cords. I felt the cold steel of the clamp jaws on my skin and
without notice the clamp was done on my left nut. I let out a
scream into the rag and a few tears came to my eye as one of the
hands patted me on the head and said see it only hurts a little, it
all over now. He proceeded to my right nut and again I felt the
pain into my gut and I knew that then my fate was over with as the
castrator and making me into a new eunuch that evening as the
burdizzo tool was released off my scrotum and I felt a hand feeling
my balls to make sure the seal on my scrotum cords was good. My
castrator even gave the pleasure to jerk me off and expel the sperm
I had built up in the seminal vessels, to jack me dry and clear me
out. I was untied and laid on my blanket for a few moments
listening to the cries of the other 11 men being clamped that night.
Mr. Olsen added us 12 new eunuchs to his list of 300 or so guys he
castrated each spring.
I thought about missing my balls and again not having to worry about
making babies. The 12 of us stayed in touch through the years,
giving one another support. I had surgery done to remove the
deadened balls, and had prosthetic balls put into my ball bag. I
took my hormone shots monthly, and continued on with life. Perhaps
not having them nuts get in the way I thought was not such a bad
deal after all!
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