The Making of a Steer

The Making of a Steer

By Caligula

Amy and her two kids, Samson (19 and usually called Sam) and Delilah (18), lived on a farm in rural Kentucky. They mainly raised livestock...cows, pigs, goats, chickens and the like. Amy loved her two kids, but they weren't the smartest kids in the county. They couldn't afford farmhands so the small family had to work the animals on their own. Both kids were very hard working, but Sam always found a way to be sick and in bed when it came time to help castrate the male farm animals. So only Delilah had been trained to nut the bulls and such, and Amy and Delilah worked extra hard on those days to make up for Sam's lack of willingness to help. But Amy had to admit it was satisfying work...castrating. And Delilah seemed to find the work fulfilling as well. But this year they had more male animals and more castrations to perform than really she and her could do alone, so she was going to need to get Sam to get over his irrational fear of castration so he could pitch in. They were just balls...what was his big deal?

Sam had already eaten his big breakfast and gone off to make his rounds on the farm. Amy was washing the dishes when Delilah finally showed up for her meal, late as usual.

"Delilah," said Amy, "We have a huge number of males this year to geld and we'll need all hands on deck."

"Cool. You know how much I love helping to nut the males. It aways feels so therapeutic. Like I can be having the worst day, and as soon as I start ripping off balls everything turns sunny for me," replied Amy with a contented sigh.

"I know dear. It's good work for taking your mind off your troubles. But the weak link is your brother."

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Ugh he's ALWAYS sick on castration days!"

Amy smiled knowingly. "Yes, your brother has a curious habit of not being around when we're castrating the guys. I don't really know what his deal is.”

"Totally!" Delilah said. "Like what's the big deal? They're just balls! The animals don't seem to mind...and the bulls always seem to work harder once we turn them into steers. A steer pulls a plow much faster than a bull, they stop being aggressive, they live longer. Ugh...bulls are so lazy. It's so much better for them to be nutted."

"I agree," said Amy. "And no one is lazier than your brother on castration day. We need to cure his laziness so I need you to take him out to the barn today and do a castration for him. And he needs to WATCH. He has to learn so he can help going forward." Once Delilah demonstrates a castration on a bull for Sam, he'll see how simple it is and lose his hesitation to help, thought Amy.

Delilah paused at that. Did her mom really want her to castrate her brother? "Oh wow. Are you sure? I mean I'll do it...it's no biggee for me. But I don't think Sam will like it. And you know how the bulls react sometimes...once in a while we get a fighter."

"And what do we do to those bulls? We kick'em in the balls and they calm right down." With that Amy kicked her foot out at what would be ball level. "And Sam will be fine once you do the castration and he sees it's no big deal."

Delilah shrugged. "You got it mom. I'll take care of it right after breakfast."

Amy loved her kids...dumb, but sweet she thought.

*****

Delilah found Sam was already in the barn. She walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, startling him.

"Oh shit Delilah! You scared me!" he shouted.

Delilah giggled. "Sorry about that. Hey mom is pretty pissed at you and sent me out here to "fix" you...errr, fix the issue."

"What issue? What's she pissed about?" asked Sam.

"Well she said you're too lazy, like the bulls, and that I need to do a castration on you." She just stated it like it was nothing.

Sam looked at his younger sister standing there...cowboy hat, red plaid shirt tied off in the front showing her midsection, daisy dukes, and her favorite pair of cowgirl boots. "What? Yeah right..." he said with a nervous chuckle.

"Sam...she's totally serious. So I have to do this. I have to nut you."

"But she can't. I mean, you can't. You can't take my balls. Please sis, please don't cut my balls off!" begged Sam.

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Sam, mom said if you get aggressive or fight me in any way I should kick you in the balls to settle you down." Sam looked down to her feet as Delilah tapped the toe of her boot on the ground to emphasize her point. "You don't really want me to kick you in the balls, do you Sam? I wore these boots because of how hard they are, so trust me, if I kick your balls you're going to calm down in a big way."

Sam gulped. "But Delilah…”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as his sister sighed, angled her hip and sent the toe of her boot into his gonads. Sam fell to his knees, coughing and sputtering as the pain traveled from his balls to his brain. He whimpered like a puppy and looked up at his sister with tears in his eyes.

Delilah watched him with curiosity in her eyes. "Besides, we don't cut the balls off, we rip them off. It's better that way because we don't have to waste time sharpening blades. And really, the bulls don't mind. You wouldn't know it because you're always sick on castration day, but trust me that most of them don't mind."

Sam lowered his head in defeat. "Okay. I guess what can I do? Mom wants you to castrate me so do I have time to jerk off one more time? I haven't jerked off in like two weeks and I really really need to. I mean I want to, really badly."

"Sam...no. If you haven't jerked off in two weeks that's your own fault, and I have other 'things' to do," she replied coolly.

"Please? I won't be able to jerk anymore after you nut me. Please sis? Please? It will only take like 5 minutes, I swear."

There was such sadness in Sam's voice but Delilah didn't have time for him to wank, not even 5 minutes...she needed to get on with her day in a really bad way. "Sam..." She raised her eyebrows and looked down to her boots, to Sam's groin, and back to his eyes. Sam saw her look down and followed her gaze down to her boots, where she was tapping her toe again.

Sam finally gave up. "What do I do?" he asked in resignation.

Delilah smiled. "Sit on the bench over here and pull your pants and underwear down around your ankles and I'll do the rest. Oh, and mom said to make sure you WATCH."

Sam shuffled sadly over to the bench and did as he was instructed. It was weird being naked from the waist down in front of his sister, especially as she knelt in front of him in those daisy duke shorts with her cleavage bulging from the top of her shirt. She was the stereotypical "farmer's daughter" that people fantasized about, and oh how he wished she had let him jerk off one last time. To have that one final memory of the pleasure his balls brought him. But she had refused, and worse than that she would have kicked him in the balls with those hard cowgirl boots.

Delilah rested her elbows on her brother's thighs and looked up into his eyes. "This will be real quick so don't worry."

"Okay sis. Are you sure I can't close my eyes?"

"No...you have to watch mom said. She said you have to watch your castration so you can learn."

Delilah grabbed her brother sack and hefted it in her hands, weighing the contents. "So I push the balls to the bottom of the sack like this and squeeze tight just below your nuts. See how they're all tight in the sack now?"

Sam found the squeezing uncomfortable, but not too bad, at least not yet. "Yeah sis."

She tugged the balls away from his body causing him to grunt and pulled them upwards, further tightening the ballsack skin. It looked like she was holding a microphone, or an ice cream cone...with two scoops of ice cream sitting atop the cone. The lump protruding from the top of her hand was all shiny and she was ready to perform the next move.

She dug her thumb into one of the balls. A groan escaped Sam's lips. "So I always push my thumb into one of the balls. This helps keep the male from fighting me for what I'm about to do next. And then I just pull up on your ballsack like this..."she started to pull really hard on his sack while keeping that thumb pressure on his nut. Her thumb kept her brother from fighting back, just as she had explained, and his sack was stretched comically far away from his body. It looked like she had managed to yank his sack a foot from his groin. "...and apply more and more pressure and then GOOSH!"

As she yelled GHOOSH the skin on one side of his ballsack burst open and one of his testicles shot out of the torn skin like a roman candle, stopping short once the spermatic cord limit was reached. Sam shrieked, causing Delilah to recoil slightly in surprise.

"Calm down. That isn't even the bad part yet," she said.

She released his sack and looked at the bare ball as it dangled on the cord a foot from his body. She picked it up in her hand and looked up at her brother. "Okay Sam, now watch this. Watch closely. I'm going to rip your ball off, okay? You watching?" There was no malice in her voice...she was just doing a demonstration. Like she was teaching him how to tie his shoes.

Sam just nodded, fighting the pain. Delilah then jerked the ball really quick and hard and SNAP, the ball came free as the cord attaching it to his body gave way. Like removing cherry stems, her mother had told her. There was still a little bit of the cord attached to Sam's ball and she held it by the cord and dangled it in front of his face.

"Here's your ball Sam. It's a pretty good size, don't you think?" she said with an encouraging smile.

Sam just stared, mouth open in shock and surprise at what his sister had just done. He slowly focused on the ball she was dangling around. She was shaking it around by the cord, like it was a toy.

"You know what this reminds me off?" she continued, "Like how mom named us Samson and Delilah, after that old bible story. Samson let Delilah cut something off him. What was it? His hair? His balls? I think it was his balls. And then Samson wasn't a man anymore, or strong, or something like that. Isn't that funny? Like here I am doing the same thing to you."

Sam didn't think it was funny and didn't remember the story very well either, but he was pretty sure the Samson in the story kept his balls.

Delilah placed the detached ball in the palm of her hand. "You said you hadn't cum in like two weeks. I wonder if it's all backed up in your ball?" She squeezed the ball in her hand and she and Sam watched as gob after gob of precious jizz oozed out of the little bit of cord still attached to the ball, coating Delilah's hand and the ball. "Wow! That's a lot of jizz bro! No wonder you needed to jack off!"

A tear streamed down Sam's cheek as he watched his sister juice his ball. All that cum he was saving up for two weeks in order to have a huge orgasm when he finally did jerk off was now dribbling out from between his sister's fingers. Delilah looked to her right and saw the "ball bucket" where her and her mother put all the balls after they removed them from the bulls. She casually tossed her brother's nut into the bucket.

"One down and one to go. See, I told you it wasn't that bad," she said clapping her hands together.

Sam only whimpered, too weak to do anything to stop his sister.

Delilah picked up his sack again and reached two of her fingers into the hole she had created, fishing around inside for his last ball.

"Wha...what are you doing?" Sam managed to squeak out weakly.

"Gotta find that other ball. After I rip the first one off the other always tries to hide itself. Your nut cord is trying to protect this last ball by pulling it back up into your body. But don't worry I'm really good at this and...there it is!"

Delilah slowly pulled her fingers out of the hole, dragging her brother's nut with them. "Now make sure you watch as I rip off your last ball. Mom said you had to watch."

Sam did his best to watch, but he felt like he might puke. "I wished I could have cum just one more time," he whispered to his sister. "I saved it up for two weeks so it would be a really good one, and I could have finished in just 5 minutes. Just 5 minutes was all I needed."

Delilah noticed the tear on her brother's cheek and gave him a pouty look, "I know...and I'm sure it sucks that you don't get that last orgasm. That would have felt so good after holding it in for two weeks. I totally get it. Why do you think I'm short on time right now? I need to rub one out like as soon as possible today. I've just been horny all morning. I swear if my fingers don't start rubbing my pussy soon I'm going to go crazy. I might've let you even watch me, to make it up to you for not letting you cum before I rip off this last ball, but you aren't going to have any interest in sex stuff anymore so it would just be wasted on you."

Sam felt even more sick knowing that the only reason his sister didn't give him even 5 minutes to jerk off was because she herself wanted to jerk off as soon as possible. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. He thought he would plead one more time.

"Please Delilah...you're my sister. Please let me jerk off now...I think I still can cum with just the one ball and it won't take long I promise. Please. You only have to hold off on playing with yourself for a few minutes."

She seemed to consider it for a moment. "No...I just don't really want to wait. I need to get off REALLY badly, and it's bad enough that I had to put it off in order to castrate you. And don't worry, we're almost done. Once I yank your last ball off you won't care about orgasms anymore, I promise."

Sam just nodded, looking down at the ball in his sister's grip.

"And here we go!" Delilah tugged on his ball, neatly detaching it from his body like she did with the other. "Let's see if there was anything inside this one." Once again Delilah squeezed her brother's ball, and once again a huge amount of lumpy cum coated her hand and his severed ball as Sam's nut butter spurted out of what was left of the spermatic cord. "I guess you really did have one more big nut in that nut. That sucks bro."

She tossed his last ball into the ball bucket so it could join its twin. The balls would eventually be fed to the pigs, although sometimes Delilah and her mom would fry up some rocky mountain oysters...Sam always claimed to have a stomach ache and refused to eat when his mother served up a plateful of balls. Sam watched as she absentmindedly wiped off his cum from her hand onto her daisy duke shorts. To Sam it was liquid gold, but to his sister it was just some worthless goop. Sam turned his head to the side and puked.

She neatly stitched up the hole in her brother's sack so he wouldn't get an infection and stood up. "Well, all done! You're castrated just like mom wanted! I hope you learned from this. Mom said that losing your balls would make you less lazy so you'd be able to help us out when nutting day comes, and watching your own balls being removed would teach you how to do it. I wasn't sure about it, but I guess it makes sense. Well anyway, I'm going to go behind one of the stalls in the back there and finger myself. I guess when you're ready you can pull your pants back up...mom wants the hay in the stalls changed so I guess you can do that."

With that Delilah wandered off in to the back of the barn to have a mind blowing orgasm, leaving Sam there with an empty sack whimpering softly to himself. A short while later their mother walked into the barn looking for her kids. She saw Sam sitting on a bench with his pants around his ankles, looking mostly out of it. Was he jerking off in here instead of doing his chores, she wondered? She walked over to stand in front of him and looked down at his groin. She sucked in her breath sharply when she saw the stitches on his ballsack, and she reached down and gripped his bag in her hands. She felt around looking for balls...nothing. Oh my...

She looked around and saw the ball bucket and peered inside. It was full of big giant balls, and then sitting on top of the big balls were two smaller, man-sized balls. She plucked them out of the bucket and held them in her palm and showed them to Sam.

"Sam, are these your balls?" she asked in a tone similar to when she found his dirty socks on the floor.

Sam focused on the glistening objects resting in his mother's palm, and slowly nodded his head up and down. "Yes," he said quietly in a high-pitched voice.

"Your sister, I swear." Amy rolled her eyes. "Nothing to do with these now I guess." Sam watched as his mother tossed his balls back into the bucket like they were garbage. She saw him watching and said, "Nothing goes to waste on the farm, son...nothing."

Delilah heard her mother just shortly after having her third orgasm and came out of the back of the barn. "So how did I do? Sam's castrated all neat and tidy, and I made sure he watched just like you said."

Amy sighed. "Delilah, I wanted you to SHOW him a castration...on one of the bulls, and make him watch so he could learn how to do it so he could help us on nutting day."

Delilah chuckled. "Oh wow! I misunderstood and thought you wanted me to castrate Sam."

Amy chuckled as well. "What will I ever do with you young lady?"

Delilah shrugged. "Oops?"

"Good thing they were just his balls," said their mother. "He'll bounce back quickly."

"And he'll work harder," added Delilah.

"That's true. It's fine...like I said, they're only his balls." replied Amy. "Did you have to kick him?"

“Just once. His balls were full of cum though! I guess he hadn't jerked off in like two weeks."

Amy gave her son a sad look. "Poor guy. I suppose that sucks." But she snapped out of quickly and clapped her hands together. "Well let's not make a big deal out of it. Delilah, I don't think Sam is going to be much in the mood for eating tonight so you and I can have some rocky mountain oysters for dinner."

"Yay!" Delilah jumped in delight.

"Go help your brother to his room and I'll grab some balls out of the bucket," said Amy.

"C'mon Sam..." Delilah helped Sam put his pants back on and helped him out of the barn.

Amy watched her kids as the walked back to the house...well Delilah walked and Sam was sort of hunched over and limping. How melodramatic, she thought to herself.

Amy walked over to the ball bucket and randomly picked up several balls and tossed them into a little basket to take back to the house for dinner. She paid no mind as to which balls she selected, but had she looked into the basket she would have seen two balls smaller than the rest...two balls about the size you'd expect from a teenager...

Nothing goes to waste on the farm.