Castrated at the horse farm

I'm Ralf, 18 years old, and for the past few weeks, I've been going to a nearby horse farm every weekend. Riding is my new hobby, but unfortunately, I don't have enough money for it. So I earn my riding lessons by working on the farm. Mucking out the stables, caring for the horses, preparing the riding trails, and so on. I really enjoy it because I get to spend a lot of time with the horses. 18-year-old Lena lives on the horse farm. Together with her friend Marion, they also spend a lot of time there. But they don't have to work. They enjoy playing with the horses, romping around, and, of course, riding a lot. There's no denying that women get aroused by riding. When I imagine their pussy being rubbed all the time, I get aroused too.

So I often watch the two of them riding and think about it. Afterwards, I often go to the hayloft and masturbate. At some point, I saw the two of them disappearing into the hayloft after riding. Curious, I crept up and watched them. They were doing it to themselves and to each other.

From then on, my interest in Lena grew. But I also like Marion, and so I would like to pursue our passions with them.

But I can't just go up and say I'd like to be there while they do it. Over time, however, I realize that they are interested in me too. I often feel like I'm being watched and can feel them whispering behind me.

One Friday, Lena's mother came to see me. She told me she needed help Saturday morning. The vet would be there. Of course, I agreed, even though I was supposed to be with friends that day.

I arrived quite early and first walked through the stable, greeting the horses. Shortly afterward, Lena arrived with her friend and her mother.

Lena's mother explains to me that the stallion Thor is to be castrated today. I suddenly feel a tingling in my cock and must look pretty funny because Lena and Marion laugh at me. Lena's mother looks at me and then smiles too. Then the vet comes into the stable. She is an attractive woman, just like Lena's mother. We all go together to Thor's box. While I distract him a little and stroke his head, the vet gives him several injections in the area of his scrotum. Using a knife, she makes two 10 cm long incisions in his scrotum. She reaches in with pliers and removes each testicle one after the other. Using special crimping pliers, she squeezes off the blood vessels and then simply cuts off his testicles. The blood vessels slide back into the empty sac; he is castrated.

When everything is done, Lena's mother takes the doctor to the car. We stay with the horse for a while. Then, as I start to clean up a bit, Lena and Marion leave. I watch them for a while and see them disappear towards the hayloft. Out of curiosity, I leave what I'm doing, sneak after them, and find them. They're already lying naked in the hay, talking about the castration earlier. I hear them imagining they would castrate a boy like that. At that moment, I get so excited that I shake with lust. Damn, the girls notice me and quickly cover themselves with their clothes. I stand there petrified, and the girls don't move either. It takes a few minutes before I pluck up the courage to sit down next to them. We sit there in silence for a while. At one point, it's Lena who begs me not to tell anyone. I think about it for a moment and promise her that from now on, I'll be there when the two are in the hayloft. The two girls look at each other and then nod. I feel like I'm on cloud nine.

Marion asks me if I was just watching earlier, or if I heard something too. She jumps when I tell her they were talking about castration and wondering what it would be like for boys. The two of them turn chalk white.

Nothing else happens that day. I go back to work, and the two go home to Marion. The next Friday, after I've been up and excited all week, Lena comes to me and says we'll meet in the hayloft at 4 p.m. I eagerly anticipate the moment and hurry up to the hayloft early. The two are already there. We sit opposite each other and neither of them says anything. I gather up all my courage and ask them what they find so exciting about castration. They tell me it's so hot to imagine a man losing his masculinity at the hands of a woman. How a wild stallion becomes a tame gelding. And then Lena expresses her wish to see my scrotum. She'd like to compare horse and human. I'm willing, but they both have to undress too. And so, after a while, all three of us are sitting naked in the hay. Lena slides over to me and wants to see my scrotum. My cock has grown quite large and stands upright. This gives her a clear view. Marion also comes closer. She asks if she can touch it. Of course, I agree, and so the two of them fondle my scrotum. They feel for my testicles and spermatic cords. Sometimes they even gently squeeze them. It's really hot. Marion takes a spermatic cord between her fingers and says, "If I wanted to castrate you now, I'd have to put the forceps here and squeeze the cords." Lena grabs one of the testicles and adds, "And then we'd cut it off, like a horse." At that moment, I get off. I squirt out several jets of cum.

But Lena and Marion were also having fun. Juice is running from their young pussies. There's another moment of silence between us.

Lena would like to play with me like a horse castration. She wants to experience the feeling of holding a pair of pliers against my scrotum and playing with my manhood. When I ask for pliers, Marion suggests making a pair out of wood. And so we arrange to meet the next afternoon.

This time I'm the first to arrive and start undressing. Then the two of them arrive. Marion has a small bag with her. They don't take much notice of me, they just talk to each other.

"So, Doctor," Marion says to Lena, "this is my stallion Ralf, he's going to be castrated." "He's a beautiful animal. It's a real shame about his testicles. He'd definitely be good for breeding, Mrs. Treben," Lena replies, playing the role of the doctor. I understand their game and get on my hands and knees in front of them. "You're right, Doctor, but I'd like to have him castrated so he'll be calmer," says Marion.

Then Lena opens her bag. She takes out a damp cloth and first washes my cock and balls. Next, she takes a syringe, luckily without a needle, and holds it repeatedly against my balls. Then she picks up the pliers. "Okay, Mrs. Treben, let's squeeze your stallion's spermatic cords," says Lena, placing the pliers between my legs. I stand extra wide so they can get good access to my balls. Marion grabs my balls and stretches them a bit. This allows Lena to place the pliers on the first few cords. "Let's squeeze them," Lena panted, totally excited. She made a clicking noise and waited a moment. Then she took the pliers off her hands and handed them to Marion. "Would you like to squeeze them with the pliers too?" asks Lena. "Gladly, Doctor, then I can say that I castrated my horse myself." Marion applies the forceps. But instead of hitting the spermatic cords, she inadvertently clamps one of my testicles in the forceps. And she squeezes. A sharp pain shoots through me, and I shudder. At the same time, my excitement has increased so much that I come. I squirt a lot of semen into the straw. Lena quickly takes a knife out of her pocket and pretends to cut off my scrotum.

"Done, Mrs. Treben, you now have a gelding," Lena says, congratulating Marion.

Lena and Marion are satisfied with their "castration." The two undress, and while I lie in the hay and watch them, they fondle each other to orgasm.

And so we often play together over the next few weeks. Of course, they both ask me if I'd like to play something else, but I'm actually satisfied with this game. After all, I always orgasm.

But there's something I'd like to be different. I'd rather lie on my back and watch what the two of them do with my sack and my testicles. And then I'm no longer a horse, but a boy. And since they've noticed that my testicles are so sensitive to pressure, they now press my testicles more often and less on the cords.

And something else changes from time to time. We pretend that I'd like to be castrated, and I persuade them both to do it. Sometimes I actually beg for it. It's simply a wonderful time at the horse farm.

This Friday, Lena comes to me alone. She tells me that unfortunately we can't play today, but I should come to the hayloft this evening around 9 p.m. She doesn't say anything else.

I arrive on time. The two of them are already waiting. But instead of playing, Lena wants us to hide in a certain spot. From there, we can overlook some horse stalls. Most of them are empty, as there's a tournament in the neighboring village this weekend. There are only two horses left at the very back. Then we have to be quiet.

About an hour later, the stable door opens. Lena's parents come in in a good mood. They kiss and hug each other and go into the stall directly in front of us. They throw themselves into the fresh straw and make out. Then they start undressing each other. It really gets me hot. When they're both naked, Lena's mother takes some rope and ties her husband's hands and feet to the post. He's now lying on his back in the straw with his legs spread. The door opens again. This time the doctor comes in. She greets Lena's mother warmly. She ignores her husband, however.

"So, Mrs. Heller, this stallion should be castrated this time?" asks the doctor.

"Yes, Doctor, it's time for him. I want him castrated today. He deserves it."

"Well then, if you want it, then we'll do it. First, he'll have a gag in his mouth. Unfortunately, I forgot the anesthetic," she says, laughing, and stuffs his mouth shut. Then she takes her cleaner and cleans his penis and balls with it. Next, she takes a knife. She puts it against his balls. I'm startled to see blood actually appear. She simply cuts open his balls a little. My pants tingle incredibly, and Lena and Marion also look very excited. The doctor puts the knife down and reaches for his balls. She carefully pushes out both testicles. She ties off the vessels with a thread. Then she takes a pair of pliers. They don't look like the ones on horses. They look like a Christmas nutcracker. On one side, a small bowl, on the other, a thick stamp. She places his first testicle into the bowl.

"Now we're going to crush the first testicle, Ms. Heller, watch carefully." says the doctor and squeezes the forceps.

Lena's father writhes back and forth in pain, as best as the restraints allow. She squeezes harder and harder. Then there's a pop and his first testicle bursts. The pain must be excruciating. "That was the first one, Mrs. Heller, you're surely going to do the second one yourself, right?" she asks with a smile. "Of course, Doctor, I'd like to try and castrate my husband myself. I'm not going to miss out on that," says Lena's mother, taking the pliers in her hand. The second testicle is quickly caught and squeezed. "I'm sorry, my dear husband, but I finally wanted to know what it's like to castrate a man. I love you," she says, squeezing the pliers. There's another pop and his second testicle is also broken. Then the doctor takes over again, cuts off what's left of the testicles and then sews his empty sack back up. Afterwards, she packs up her things and leaves. Lena's mother takes care of her husband first. She takes the gag out of his mouth and then loosens his restraints. It takes some time before she helps him stand up. And I think she glanced at us briefly and smiled as she left.

When the door closes, the three of us collapse exhausted into the hay. I look at my pants; they're completely wet in the front. Lena and Marion also have wet spots. We all seem to have come several times. We stay like that for another hour and process what we've experienced before I go home.

The next day, we arrange to meet again in the hayloft in the afternoon. But only Marion is there. Lena arrives a moment later. Instead, she's beaming with joy, holding the pliers her mother used to castrate her husband. I'm startled. But Lena reassures me. "Come on, Ralf, you know what we're going to do today. It's necessary to castrate you, and you want it too, don't you?" Lena smiles at Lena. Of course, I believe in our games and join in. "Yes, you're right, Lena, I finally want to be castrated by both of you. I want to feel what it's like to lose my masculinity. I beg you to do it today. Please make me a gelding," I playfully beg them both.

Marion tells me to undress and then go down to the horse box. Now our game takes on a new dimension. What if someone comes in? But Lena reassures me. Apart from her parents, no one is on the farm today, and they both have other things to take care of. So we go into the empty box. Lena and Marion tie me up just like Lena's father was tied up yesterday. Then Lena asks me to express my wish again. I'm very scared of the situation I'm in, but I gather all my courage.

"I'm asking you two to castrate me. I would like to experience how you destroy my testicles and take them away. Please make me a gelding, please castrate me.

I want to feel your power as you take my manhood. Do whatever you want with me." "We're happy to do you that favor," Marion laughs, and grabs my balls. "We're about to destroy these little balls, we're about to castrate you, Ralf." Lena takes the pliers and simply places them on my balls. She catches one of my testicles and begins to squeeze it. It's an indescribable, horny feeling. "Yes, Lena, squeeze my testicle, really hard, please, let it burst," I beg. Lena increases the pressure, and the horny feeling slowly turns into pain. Now the fear rises up in me again. Is Lena serious? "No, Lena, not any harder, aahh, it hurts so much, it's about to burst," I beg, but Lena presses on and harder. I can't take it anymore and scream in pain. Finally, she stops. I'm relieved. But now she passes the pliers to Marion. "Well, dear Ralf, should I try to castrate you too? Lena didn't manage it, but I'm stronger than her, may I?" she asks me. I'm pretty worn out by Lena, but actually, it was really hot. It hurt like hell, but being so close to the moment of castration was really hot. And so I play along again. "Of course you can try to castrate me too, I even ask you to really try hard. Please give it your all and let one of my testicles burst. If you manage that, you can have the other one and castrate me completely. So do it, please castrate me, turn me into a gelding, destroy my testicles."

Then Marion puts the forceps on and starts squeezing. It's really hot for her again, too.

"Yes, yes, go harder, crush it, please castrate me," I beg. Marion slowly works herself up, and the pain intensifies again. I pull myself together and beg for more. Marion gives it her all. Waves of pain run through me. But she can't do it either. Suddenly, there's a rustling in the hayloft, and Lena's mother comes down. Has she been watching us the whole time? I'm shaking with fear. What's going to happen now, what's going to happen next?

"I think you two need some help," her mother says, taking the pliers. "I'm going to crush one of his testicles, and you, Lena, do it with your hand. Marion, you can watch and do it yourself. You're already dripping from your pussy."

Then she puts the pliers on and starts squeezing. It's really hot. I just don't think she'll do it, so I enjoy it. Lena jerks me off wonderfully while she does it. And then she squeezes harder and harder. It hurts like hell, and I scream. But she doesn't stop. She keeps squeezing the testicle. Then she suddenly stops. Wait a minute. I enjoy Lena's hand and look forward to my orgasm. But just as I'm about to come, she crushes one of my testicles with a powerful jerk.

And before I realize what's happened, I feel my second testicle caught in the pliers. She starts squeezing again. Lena places her hands on her mother's and squeezes along. Marion does the same. All three of them now squeeze the pliers together and squash my last testicle into mush. I'm castrated. It's over.

I don't know what happened next, but some time later, I feel someone sewing up my sack. It's the doctor. Lena tells me that she got the mush out of my sack.

Completely exhausted, I ask why they did that, and Lena lovingly answers that it's customary for farmhands to be castrated so they can work better. Lena and Marion start laughing, and Lena's mother and the doctor join in.