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Nilesh, Anil and I grew up together in a small village in the foothills of the Himalayas. Nilesh also had a younger brother named Anup. Like any younger brother, Anup always wanted to hang around with us, and would do just about anything to gain our favor. We were all poor, and after attending primary school we were paid scant attention, and left school to watch the family cattle and goat herds. For a few years we were rid of Anup, who remained in school. Up in the hills we could talk freely, and the subject was mostly girls. We traded secrets about what little we knew about seduction, and tried—without much success—to apply our theories to some of the females in our herd. We didn’t have much to do all day. We ran our herds together to save work. Our combined presence was more than enough to ward off most thieves and wild animals, so our time was spent complaining to each other about our frustrations. It was impossible for us to ever even touch a girl in our village, or any village in India, we would have to wait for our parents to arrange our marriages for us.
Anup graduated from primary school and started to hang around with us again. The more we tried to discourage him, the more he tried to hang around us. He was just a little too pretty, and his shorts were always a little too tight and short. Whenever he looked at me, he had a twinkle in his eyes and a naughty little smile on his face. He always liked to put his hands on my arm or knee. It was on my mind that Anup might be a willing substitute for a girl. Once we were watering the goats at a small spring up at the edge of the mountains far from the village. Anup announced that he was going to take a swim. He didn’t even bother to hide his little erection when he stripped off his threadbare shorts and slipped into the water. We teased him for the hard-on, and for the thin halo of hair around it, but all he did was giggle. Afterwards he went around naked. I wandered off to the other side of a rock outcropping for a piss, knowing that the little tease would follow me. I was pissing and he boldly came up and watched, and began playing with himself. “It’s big!” he said in admiration. “It will still fit in your mouth.” The boy giggled. I shook it off and turned toward him, still holding it out. Now I was getting hard. He giggled again as he dropped to his knees and began. With so much enthusiasm, it only took a few moments for me to spurt into his warm, moist mouth, which made him giggle again. “Don’t tell the others.” I ordered. “Why not?” he asked. I thought they would call me a poofter if they found out, but I figured that if I told Anup that, he would hold it over me. So I took another tack: “They will all want you to do it to them!” He laughed out loud. “I’ve been doing my brother forever! And Anil for just about as long. They never told you?” “No! Those bastards!” So after that, instead of trying to get off with reluctant goats, I had Anup—we all did, and he became more and more bold. Soon he was shedding his few clothes as soon as we were off the main path. I decided that if I wasn’t the first to be sucked-off by him, I wanted to be the first to fuck him, but when I got him alone and told him of my plan, I found out that it was Anil who had taught him that technique already, but he was none-the-less willing to please. One time we even convinced him to get on his hands and knees so we could bring up a randy young billy we had seen mounting the ewes. Anup waited patiently, but the goat would have nothing of it. Towards the end of the monsoon a government agricultural worker came to the village and showed us a new, imported device, an Elastrator. He said it was much safer and easier than the knife, and that we wouldn’t lose any animals to infections. The village headman was given one that we could borrow, and we were shown how to cut up a piece of thick rubber hose into rings to make the bands for it. Nilesh, Anil, and I took our turn with the tool a couple weeks later. We planned that day to band the young goats. Anup came along, and he was fascinated with the process. He watched us intently, stroking himself as we worked on the yearlings. Of course we started to tease him, saying it wasn’t painful for the goats, and we asked if he would he like to try banding a goat. When Anup asked why we castrated them, Nilesh told him it was so the big goats would like the small ones better, because they wouldn’t want to fuck ewes without balls. I could tell that all of us were getting aroused with castrating the goats, and with teasing Anup about it. He was hard as rock, watching intently as we worked. Anil pushed a band off the posts. It snapped into the sack of a patient young goat. The goat hardly reacted. After that Anup slipped into the herd, roped one of the yearlings, and brought it back, then begged us to let him band it. We laughed and told him it was men’s work. We all loved the confused, embarrassed look on the boy’s face and we knew he was thinking about how it felt. I got a little feeling of strength and pleasure each time I let the band collapse onto the furry sack of one the unaware young goats, and for a moment I thought about how it would feel if it were done to me. I shuddered, but then imagined it was Anup bent over, waiting patiently for me to geld him. I sighed and assured myself that we could never actually geld the little tease, that his brother was a good sport but would never let us go that far. Nilesh was in with the herd when Anup came back with another young goat in tow. “Here’s another for you to do.” I winked at Anil, and then turned to the excited boy. “Anil and I are ready to band you when we finished this one,” I announced off-handedly. Anup’s mouth dropped and he almost let his yearling loose. Anil snickered, knowing I had seriously proposed what the boy was just half daring to think about. “It’s not supposed to hurt, that’s what the government agent told us,” Anil assured him. I took the rope that Anup let drop and knotted it first onto the small tree where we were working, then took what was left and rapped it around the goat’s hind legs so it couldn’t kick back. “See, we’ll just pull on your balls to make sure they are down, like this, we have to get both of them.” I demonstrated on the waiting young goat, “Then we’ll slide the stretched rubber band over your little package, then let go of the handles, and push the band off the tool…” Holding the elastrator with my right hand, I worked the band off the pens on one side with my left, and then I twisted the tool sideways. The band slid off the last posts and clinched onto the sack, making an impossibly tight bundle of skin underneath it. “… then they’ll fall off, and you’ll always be a smooth, little fuck boy.” As I finished a small bead of clear fluid formed on Anup’s erection. Anil and I laughed loud enough to scare the yearling goat. I scratched our mark into the animal’s horn, then let it run back into the herd. “Hey Anup,” Anil smiled, “ just come over here, get on your knees and bend over.” Anup froze and stared back at us. “We’ll just put the tool around your balls and pretend, you can feel what it’s like, but we won’t band you. I Promise!” I liked that idea, too. “We want to pretend to castrate you. Hurry, before your brother gets back.” Anup looked over to see his brother still trying to catch one of the yearlings, and then asked Anil: “You’ll just put the tool there, then take it away?” “Sure.” “But let Raman do it. I don’t trust you.” “Sure, I’ll do it,” I replied. And in a flash he was on his hands and knees up against the tree. I pushed Anup’s knees apart for a better view, and then I glanced up to see what Nilesh was doing. He seemed occupied on the other side of the herd, so I went ahead. “Tie me up like the goats!” Anup demanded. Anup slid the loop of the damp, smelly rope loosely over his own head. Anil took the rest and wrapped it loosely around the tree root we were using, then once around the boy’s ankles before he sat down on the ground next to me. “First we’ll tug them down.” I announced. I put a couple fingers above his hairless nuts and milked the sack a little. “I got both of your little baby-makers. Did it hurt?” “No, I like it.” Anil looked at me and we both grinned. We were both getting a little too excited. “OK, Anil is loading the tool... here it comes.” I felt a little shiver as I took the Elastrator from Anil and pushed it up against his sack. He giggled and arched his back as I pushed his balls through from above. Anil had loaded it with a thicker than average band—more difficult for me to stretch. I tugged the balls through from below and pressed the Elastrator up against his body. I wiggled it around so he could feel it. We saw a spasm in his small erection the moment the cold metal touched the base of his scrotum. “Now I’m letting go of the handles.” I took a little pressure off, and his dick jumped again as I let the device snuggle up gently against his sack. “You did it?” He said out loud. “I haven’t even begun to take the band off, silly.” “Let’s!” Anil ordered excitedly, “Finish him before his bother gets back!” “Should we finish you up, Anup?” I asked jokingly, “You’re at my mercy!” “Should we?” We all jumped as we heard Nilesh’s voice behind us. But the question wasn’t sarcastic, and it suddenly crossed my mind that it didn’t have to be just a game, that I could actually geld the little bugger right now, and I got a thrill thinking about it. I thought about fucking him once the band was in place. “We were only playing,” Anup’s voice cracked, but he didn’t get up. And I didn’t pull the tool away from his waiting balls. “Sure, let’s castrate the little poofter!” Anil was stroking himself, and I have to admit I was ready too. “He’ll tell father,” Nilesh announced, and Anil and I let out a breath, we were all stepping back from the brink. “No, I won’t, “Anup announced looking at us from under his shoulder, “I mean… I wouldn’t do that to you guys even if…” “Let me geld him just like a goat! He doesn’t care.” I heard myself say. Anil reached between Anup’s legs, past my wrist and the tool and felt around. “Like stone! He wants it!” Anup let out a little giggle, half surprised, half pleased by Anil’s handling his stiff penis. His big brother then let out a disgusted little grunt that I took to mean ‘I don’t care if he doesn’t care,’ and suddenly I felt my erection twitch with delight as I watched myself let the handles loose. The tension in the taught rubber made the tool grip the top of his sack. Anup deserved it, because he let himself get in this his position. I popped the band off of a couple of the posts, and paused to see everyone’s reaction. “Oh! Did you do it? What happened?” Anup looked at us nervously from under his shoulder, biting his lower lip, but he didn’t struggle. The other guys were grinning. I shrugged and twisted the tool to one side. “Here it comes, little gelding!” In quick succession, the band slipped free of the remaining posts and sank into the corrugated, brown skin. I felt a rush of power go through me as his anus clinched, and Anup whimpered and his pert little anus clinched. I looked at the other guys with an excited grin on my face. But Anil and Nilesh looked back at me in horror. “You actually DID it!?” Anil finally blurted out. Anup slid the rope over his head and off the tree root and got up. He turned to face us, his erection still bobbing in front of him, and he saw the unloaded tool in my hand. His eyes went wide and he scratched under his taught sack. “Where’s the band?” Anup had a confused, forced grin on his face. I realized he thought we somehow fooled him. He wasn’t exactly sure what had happened. He started to sooth his erection, then his dirty fingers stopped stroking and instead explored a deep crease of skin just under it. Anup used his other hand to hold his penis against his body and peered down, calmly examining himself. Already the sack was puffing up and changing color. “It itches, and is starting to hurt,” he complained. We couldn’t even see the band; it had sunk so far into his sack. We all realized that even with a razor blade, we would have to hack him open to get it off. “We need to get back to work,” Anil announced as he took the next kid from Nilesh. Anup was looking down at himself, trying to get at the little band with his fingernails as we pushed him out of the way and tied the next young goat to the tree. My hands were shaking so much I could hardly get the next band onto the tool. “I think I’d better start walking home,” Anup announced nervously, looking about for his shorts. “I’m leaving now, guys.” he announced with that awkward, confused look still on his face. Maybe he had hopes that it was still all a joke and we would get the band off of him. We just pretended he wasn’t there and kept working. He waddled off with one hand inside his pants. As soon as he was out of site, we dropped the elastrator tool by the tree and forgot about the goats. Without a word between us we all took off down the narrow path in the other direction, which leads away from the village and towards Delhi. But after a few minutes, we saw that Anup was following us. The other guys decided that, since I was the one who gelded him, that I should take Anup to Delhi, and give him to the Hijra there. They would go back to the village and say Anup disappeared. So I meet him coming down the hill, and we went to the road and hitchhiked to the city, riding for several hours on the back of a lumber truck. I left him at the door of the hijra house, and went back to the village. I told everyone I had looked for Anup all day and into the night, but couldn’t find him. Two months later, I got this message: Dear Raman, I hope this letter finds you well. I am much better now. Three doctors came to take care of me. Now I wear that rubber ring on a cord around my neck. I take turns living with each doctor and we have lots of fun. They want you to visit. Me too. Please come. Anup P.S. Please come and have tea. We all want to hear the story of his banding!” Dr. Lal
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