those video's are way overkill.
I would say : leave these animals alone,
fucking pieces of shit humans.
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those video's are way overkill.
I would say : leave these animals alone,
fucking pieces of shit humans.
One of the problems here is that half the baby animals born on farms and ranches are male. Even though you might not like the way the ********** is performed, but the only way to safely raise and handle the males is to ******** them. Also you have to remember how many of them you have on a farm or ranch.
Male farm and ranch animals reach sexual maturity before they reach market size. If the males are not ********* they would constantly be trying to breed the females, constantly fighting for "breeding rights", and so they would constantly be injuring each other and also the females and especially the baby and young farm and ranch animals. This would also make it very dangerous for farmers and ranchers to work around them to feed and tend to the livestock.
Whether you agree with it or not, people still eat meat. In some meat animals such as pigs the meat from males has a strong taste that people don't like if the males are not *********.
Unless they are to be used for breeding, stallions must be ********* (gelded) if anyone is going to ride him. Stallions are usually too high spirited to be easily or safely ridden. Gelding him makes him much calmer so he can be kept in a stable, and ridden, and have a nice life where he is cared for.
Farmers and ranchers try to be quick and humane when they ********, with the least amount of pain and trauma to the male animals they are **********. They don't ******** them because they are sadists or because of some ********** fetish or fantasy. Male farm and ranch livestock animals are ********* because of practical common sense reality of what they have to do to safely raise them, and that is the only reason they are *********.
I just thought that needed to be pointed out here.
this is what i meant with shit humans.all this reasoning is only in favour of the farmer /the human.the animal?who cares.they don't have rights .can they speak?no.so..what's the problem.hey?Originally Posted by Castratrix's pet
people like this makes me wanna puke.as if a grown up bull is as dangerous as dynamite.if you can't handle the animal.don't keep them .this animal didn't ask for your shit.it just wants to live ad eat grass and mate .ever heard of the horse whisperer?because people don't know how to handle these big strong animals,it doesn't mean you got the right to ******** them and do all kinds of other things to them which are not ok.and only beacause you think their behaviour is troublesome and disturbing.
you can also cut peopleshands off when they steal.like they do in arabia.
and that you use these aimals to get off/excited for your fetish is even worse.
and then defending your sick way of thinking with bullshit crap talk about why and how it is justified.
if you want to put balls in anger.do that with your own balls.not that of other living beings.and no I am not o some extreme animal rights group.I eat fish and occasinally meat.but only very occasionally.anyway.you have to treat them with respect and let them live in peace till you slaughter them.
bulls can be held in groups without problems.I've seen that .no excuses for **********.it is a solution or the weak.
Stop calling people sick. It's really tiresome, not to mention ironic in a fetish community.
Leave it a free world.
Agreed, and the video was at least a lil interesting
I've seen the clip on google video... That is the thing I'm looking for... As long at it is legal...Cause you can't find any violent castrations performed on men(except for the movie Hard Candy that is... I liked the scene when she throws the cut off testes into the garbage disposal... pretty cruel.. :>)
As we know, the ********** training is a common procedure in both vet and med schools so there's gotta be more about it on the net.
Yes and I agree with Snoodle here, calling people sick on a forum like this is kinda ironic... You all would be amazed how many peolple find ballbusting sick...
Prairie Oysters
By: ANONYMOUS (mail will go to the Eunuch Archive) (eunuch@bmeworld.com)
[TESTICLES] Other:
A Horny cowpoke becomes a steer at the hands of some rough western
gals
back to index
PRAIRIE OYSTERS;
By;Tex as told to Empress Tiptoe
One time as I was travelling through New Mexico, I visited an old
cowboy who
used to be a friend of my great-grandfather. He must have been
almost a hundred
years old, and he had a nurse looking after him. One day, when the
nurse had
gone out shopping and I was trying to make conversation, I asked
him about the
trophies and ribbons that covered one wall of the living room. He
told me he
was an old rodeo champion, and they were the prizes he had won in
his younger
days. "I could sit a horse tighter than any man in the west," he
chuckled. "Nothin
in the way, ya see..." I didn't think he could possibly mean what
I was thinking,
so I asked, and this is the story he told me.
When I wuz young, about twenny, I wuz a good-fer-nuthin' drifter,
not much use
at anythin'. I'd raise hell in one town till it got too hot to
hold me, then I'd jes
move on. I travelled all over the country, jes doin' enough cow-
punchin' to get
me by.
One day my pockets were empty as a well in the Badlands, and I
started in
lookin' fer a way to make enough cash to get drunk on. Rip, one of
my card-
playin' buddies--one I hadn't cheated yet--tole me that ol' Jake
Slade had broke
his leg and had some new bull calves what he wanted to make steers
of. "He's
tight with a nickel," Rip warned me. "You see you get paid up
front, or you
might not get paid at all."
So I got up on my borrowed horse and took a trip out to Slade's
ranch. I
stopped out front of the house an' hollered till ol' Slade hobbled
out on his busted
pin. "Hear tell ya got work needs doin' " I said. Slade shook his
head. "Too
late, I sent the kids out." he told me. I was surprised. "Din'
know ya had boys,"
I said. "Daughter," Slade told me. "Cousins. They've just left
for the river
gulch."
I wuz feelin' a mite lonesome and decided I'd have a look at
Slade's daughter. If
her cousins weren't too tough-lookin'.....heck, even if they were,
maybe I could
get 'em to join me. Wimmin were scarce in town, an expensive
too.
So I waited till ol' Slade went back into the house. I went down
the river gulch
trail, an' I rode hell fer leather to catch up.
Fore long I could see the horses ahead of me and hallooed. They
stopped and I
trotted up to 'em. "Your ol' man sent me out to give a hand," I
lied. "This here's
man's work!"
Sandy Lou Slade wuz a sight to behold. Sweet sixteen, slim as a
whip. with long
wheat-colored hair and innocent, forget-me-not eyes. And knockers
the size o'
grapefruit under her tight cotton shirt. I swore I'd get inside her
by nightfall.
I wuz surprised to see that her cousins were girls too. Tough, no-
nonsense
rancher types. This would be easy.
I kicked my horse forward, and soon I wuz leadin them down the
rough trail. I
kept lookin' back...to tell them the names of the wildflowers we
were passin' or
to point out a jackrabbit or eagle that they prob'ly saw already.
Any excuse to
look back at Sandy Lou. Her cantaloupes were jigglin' like sacks
of jelly as her
little quarter horse trotted along. I wuz so stiff it hurt, and I
shore wished she
was ridin' behind me, with her arms around me and her hands on my
saddlehorn.
We came down to the river after a coupla hours easy riding. The
bulls were in a
corral, separate from the rest of the herd, who were wanderin'
around. They
were snortin' and stampin'. This dint look like an easy job.
"Thought these wuz
calves what needed gelding," I called out. "They look pretty big
to me!" The two
cousins jes laughed an' asked if the job wuz too much fer me, so I
coiled my
lariat and sent it out to rope one a them big suckers.
'Cept I missed. Spent too much time in the saloon lately, I
guess. Before I could
gather my lariat up again, one a them cousins had roped a calf and
pulled it out
through the gate.
I was pretty burned that them little gals had shown me up. They
were laughing
and kidding me as they snubbed the calf's head to the cottonwood
tree on the
riverbank. Angry, I picked up the geldin' knife and grabbed the
calf's scrotum
above his melon-sized nuts.
Somethin' like a bolt of lightening went through me an' when I
could make sense
a the world agin, I noticed I was rollin' on the ground huggin' my
own nuts for
dear life, and they hurt like hellfire. That damn calf had kicked
when I touched
his valuables, and managed to hit the one spot my leather chaps
dint cover. I
could see the two cousins, leaning on the calfs back, watchin' me
with leerin'
grins across their faces, like they had seen this before. Sandy
Lou, bless her
heart, was kneelin' beside me, cryin. "Are you alright?" she kept
askin. I tried to
tell her, hell yes, this was nothin'--but my mouth jes flapped and
made funny
noises so I quit tryin to talk. My hands were clutchin' my achin'
hushpuppies,
and I felt her reach down and put her hand on mine. Somehow I got
all worked
up agin, even though I wuz hurtin too bad to think.
After a spell I wuz able to get up an' get back to work. Sandy Lou
helped me to
my feet. I felt her two pillowy boobs squish against me for a
second, and
pretended I wuz havin trouble standin, so she'd hold me longer.
The two cousins
made fun of the way I wuz walkin' an laughed fit to kill. It made
me damn mad, I
tell you. I walked over to the calf and got my revenge, kickin his
oversized bag a
few times with my riding boots while he bellowed and his legs
shook. It made
me feel better, but I noticed that the cousins had stopped
laughing, and Sandy
Lou was lookin at me with eyes colder than a witch's titty. "How
can you do that
to that poor animal?!" she scolded me.
"What do you care, you're about to cut 'em off anyway," I
muttered. Women!
Always so soft on dumb critters!
One a the cousins wrapped a rope around each of the calf's legs. I
held one rope,
and she held the other. The second cousin got behind the calf an'
pulled one a
them doctor's needles. They jabbed it into the critter's scrotum
and waited.
"Waste a time!" I scoffed. "I done this thousands of times an
never used no sissy
anesthetic!" I saw that Sandy Lou wuz lookin mean at me agin an I
decided I
should shut my face.
"What does gelding do to them?" Sandy Lou asked. "Stops 'em from
gettin'
horny," grinned the cousin, givin me a meanin sorta look. She
took the knife an
made a quick cut in the critter's bag. The calf never felt a
thing, never even
struggled when she shoved its balls out the hole. Like an ol' pro,
she cut the
cords, tied 'em off, and sewed a coupla stitches on the empty
sack. Sandy Lou
watched. "See, it's easy," her cousin told her. The cousin stood
up. She took a
hard kick at one of the calf's fallen testicles, and it sailed off
into the brush.
"Hey! Don't do that!" I yelped. "Whatsamatter, make ya nervous?"
she grinned
and swung her foot at my jeans. It barely touched me, but I
couldn't help
doublin' over jes to keep my hushpuppies safe. They hurt enough
already.
Sandy Lou came to put her arms around me again an' offer sympathy.
I faked
more pain, and she hugged me tighter, scoldin her cousin. The way
she looked at
me when we went back ta work, I knew it wuz jes a matter of time
before I
would be bangin' her sweet young body. I got a bucket, and told
the cousin to
put 'em in there.
The cousin did a coupla more calves, then handed the knife to Sandy
Lou.
Sandy Lou held the calf's balls in her hand, weighin' and feelin'
them. Her eyes
kinda gleamed, and I hoped she wuz gittin as sparky as I was.
Somehow it wuz
even sexy when she started cuttin'.
I worked harder that mornin than I had in years. The difference
wuz the prize I
expected at the end of the day--Sandy Lou's cunt, not jes a
pocketful of chump
change.. Sandy Lou's hands got surer and steadier with practice,
and the pile of
bull's knackers in the pail kept growin'.
We quit fer lunch. One of the cousins started up a fire. I picked
up the bucket of
testicles. "Whatcha do, collect those? Hain't got none a yer
own?" hooted one
cousin. How I hated them gals! For the sake of Sandy Lou, I jes
smiled an' said,
"What, ranch gals what never et prairie oysters? You get the fire
goin an' I'll
cook up a mess!" "Eew, disgusting!" the three gals all griped.
But they looked
fascinated. The two cousins started collectin firewood. Sandy Lou
sat beside me
and rubbed a big bruise on my arm which one of them calfs had guv
me. She
kissed the bruise and rubbed it some more. "Does that feel
better?" she asked,
lookin up at me with them sweet innocent eyes.
I wuz horny enough to burst on the spot, an' I thought of a way to
get her
innerested. "Sure does feel good, ma'am." I tol' her sadly. "I
got other bruises
though. An 'these clumsy, rough hands a mine would only make
matters worse.
Not like your soft, gentle...." I tried not to show how thrilled I
wuz when she
took the hint an' unbuttoned my trousers. "I know yer a ranch girl
an ya seen
plenty a horses an bulls...a man's not much different. No reason
to be shy..." As
I coaxed, she pulled my cock out, strokin it like it wuz a pet
bird. She put her
hand back in my fly and took hold of my rocks, real gentle-like.
They were still
sore, an it felt so good to have 'em sittin' in her hand. She felt
up my balls,
rubbin' em an rollin 'em in her palm. "Just like a bulls," she
whispered
thoughtfully. "Only smaller." I decided to pay no attention to
that last part. By
now my manhood was standin' out at full glory. I started strokin'
Sandy Lou's
arms an shoulders an leaned forward to kiss 'er. Then we heard the
cousins
comin' back with the firewood. Sandy Lou jumped up and pretended
she wuz
sittin further away from me. I had to shove my tallywhacker down
the leg of my
pants an button up quick-like, cursin those damn cousins a hers.
I got the fire started and tossed the prairie oysters into the
cast-iron pan. The
gals stared as they sizzled over the fire. One a them cousins
asked for the recipe,
sorta jokey. There wuz somethin kinda disturbin about the way
they watched.
When the cooking was done, they dug in with gusto, sayin' that they
had never
tasted nothin' better. I watched them--even sweet Sandy Lou--sinkin
their teeth
into the hot beef testicles with the juices runnin' down their
chins. I don't know
fer sure what I was feelin' but my cock was stiff, my knees were
shakin an I had
cold sweat drippin down the back of my collar. I dint eat none.
Sorta lost my
appetite. Anyways, there wuz somethin' else I wuz hungry for, an I
watched
Sandy Lou through the corner of my eye through the whole meal.
It was almost a relief gettin back to work. Sandy Lou gelded bull
after bull as I
stood by helpin and sweet-talkin her. As the hours passed and one
bull after
another lost his bullhood under the hot sun, the cousins decided
they wanted to
take a break before suppertime an do some swimmin. They tol' me to
go over
t'other side of the ridge, an I did. I sat there, pickin' my teeth
with my bowie
knife an thought of them three gals--especially Sandy Lou--bare
naked in the
river. I could hear them laughin and splashin.
My prick got achin hard in my tight jeans, so I unbuttoned my fly
and took it
out. I was just feelin the bruises on my nuts when Sandy Lou,
stark-bare-nude-
naked came from around behind a tree. Drops of clear river water
sparkled all
over her like diamonds, dripping from 'er pink nipples an from the
hair on 'er
pussy. "I just came to see if you're okay," she tol' me with that
innocent smile, an
I knew I couldn't wait a second longer.
I moved toward her, and in sudden fear she stepped back. Rushin
her, I grabbed
her around the waist, an we fell down, me on top. My prick slid
into her, her
huge tits pressed against me like soft rubber balls. She struggled
as I kept
ramming my throbbing cock deeper, and suddenly managed to twist out
from
under me, disappearing in a second toward the river. I swore and
hit the ground
with my fist. I had ruined the whole day's seduction, and hadn't
even been in her
long enough to get my rocks off.
Disgusted with myself, I buttoned up and headed to my horse,
mountin up to
leave. Then I said, the hell I will. What did I have to be afraid
of, three little bitty
gals? I went to the river.
Sandy Lou was gettin dressed on the bank with her cousins. "Time
to get back
to work," she said. They all headed back to the corral, like
nothin had happened,
an I figgered she dint say nothin to the cousins.
We went on working, Sandy Lou geldin' steers with her knife
flashin. She dint
seem specially mad at me, so I figgered maybe she wuz just startled
before an she
still wanted me. I sweet-talked her all afternoon, and soon she
was givin me nice
looks again like everthing wuz okay. God thet woman was sexy
seperatin them
bullocks from their ballocks!
We were down to the last bull. One of the cousins went off to
start the cookfire
for supper, when Sandy Lou put her knife down. "You said you used
to do this
without anesthetic," she reminded me. "I don't see how you could.
The calf
would kick." "Not if his legs were hobbled real good," I told
'er. She asked me
to show her, I wuz glad she'd got over bein sentimental about
critters an stepped
up to show 'er my style.
As usual, we tied the bull to the tree. A cousin held the rope
attached to one
back leg, Sandy Lou held the other. "Now hold 'im tight!" Instead
of the needle,
I grabbed the bulls balls in my hand, the knife in the other.
I landed five feet back, both hands between my chaps again. My
mouth was full
a dirt where my teeth had bit into the prairie soil when I landed.
I heard Sandy
Lou saying over and over, "Oh, I'm sorry! The rope slipped! I'm
so sorry!"
Through my pain-blurred eyes, I could see the cousins grinning at
my agony,
and Sandy Lou staring in horror, her hands coverin her sweet mouth,
her
shoulders shakin with what I thought were sobs. Ida never thunk I
could get
hard agin, but my damned pecker dint know when to quit, and I
rolled on the
ground in pain with the tallest fencepost I had ever worn. Sandy
Lou stooped
down over me an put her hand on mine like before. I knew I wanted
to feel thet
cool soothin hand on my burnin nuts agin
. She seemed to know what I wanted, an pulled my hands away,
undoin the
buttons on my fly. My rod popped out an she reached under and took
hold a my
bruised chestnuts. Damn but her hand felt good! She stroked them
with her
thumb, rollin them in her palm once more. "Does that hurt?" she
asked sweetly.
"No ma'am," I lied. Every touch was agony, but I dint want her to
let go.
"Well, how 'bout THAT?" she asked an her hand tightened till I
screamed and
grabbed at her wrist. It felt like coyotes was lunchin on my
tender parts, an I
couldn't believe what was happenin. I stared at her an saw she had
a smirk on
that pretty mouth an the devil was looking outa them innocent baby
blues a hers.
"You like that, cowboy?" she asked.
Barely able to speak, I gasped out, "I like everthin you do to me,
ma'am!" Guess
thet wuz the right answer, cuz she turned loose a me, an I curled
up on the
ground wishin I could die. I felt them gals yank off my boots and
trousers, an I
heard the splashes when they threw 'em in the river. They did thet
last calf an
turned him loose. I could still hear them gals laughin, and more
splashes as they
waded out into the water. I staggered up to try to leave soon as I
could stand on
my feet.
I couldn't run fast in the pain I wuz feelin...truth to tell, the
very thought of settin a
horse agin made me hurt twice as bad. Din't make no difference
nohow...I felt a
somethin like a whip cut across my body, an a braided leather
lariat snapped tight
around my chest, pinnin my arms to my sides an yankin me flat on my
back.
Them girls came runnin up. They'd bin swimmin agin, an they wuz
all three buck
naked, their bare tits floppin as they ran after me.
"Mister's gettin frisky agin," said one a them cousins. "Time to
do somethin 'bout
that!" Them gals dragged me by the lariat back to the river bank.
They wrapped
the rest of the lariat tight around me then, to keep my arms
pinned. One a them
cousins took a rope an wrapped it around my neck, an around the
cottonwood
tree, so I was snubbed tight like a bull calf, 'cept I was layin on
my back, with
them three naked gals jigglin their tits over me. They tied ropes
to my ankles,
Sandy Lou holdin one an one a them cousins on the other, an they
pulled my legs
apart as fur as they would go.
"Hold them ropes tight!" the other cousin called, imitatin my deep
voice. She
grabbed my stiff pecker in both hands and fer a second I thought I
might be goin
to enjoy what happened next. But then she kneeled down slow-like
on my balls
an stayed there, rubbing my pecker like fury to keep it hard. Lord
I had never
felt nothin like it! It wuz like I had Apache arrows stickin up my
crotch into my
gut. When she got up, the pressure comin' off was almost worse.
My pecker
finally got some sense into its fool head an went down quiet. She
swapped
places with the other cousin while I bawled like a calf an tried to
pull my arms an
legs free.
The second cousin put her toes on my nuts an started wigglin 'em.
Maybe
wouldn't have hurt much, if I wasn't so sore already. As it was, I
started gaggin
and heavin. I'da puked my guts out if I'da eaten anythin earlier
thet day.
When she'd had her fun, she grabbed the rope around my ankle an
Sandy Lou
walked between my open legs.
Even in my agony, I could see that Sandy Lou was a goddess. She
stood above
me lookin down at me...not at my face but at my nuggets, open and
ready fer
whatsoever she wanted to do with 'em. She kneeled down an pulled
out the
castratin knife.
I felt the point of the knife scratch across my balls. Then she
took an ran the icy
blade of the knife along my cock, to an fro. I stared at her, she
bein totally
absorbed by playin with her knife against my jewels, her big tits
hangin over me,
swingin slowly like pendulums. My stupid pecker decided to come up
again and
stand at attention, an I felt the point of Sandy Lou's castratin'
knife makin little
circles on the very tip of it.
Then she stood over me, tall an proud. I waited to see what she
would do next,
an my heart sank into my innards when I saw her put on her ridin
boots.
I dint come right when she kicked me. She jerked her leg back and
swang,
ketchin my balls and kickin them upward so that my hard cock
slapped against
my belly. When her leg reached as high as it could go, I could see
right up into
her darlin pussy, and my seed finally burst outa me. I was still
sprayin when her
heel came down.
I musta passed out. I woke up an the stars were over me. I could
hear a fire
cracklin nearby, but when I tried to get up, fiery pain shot
through my body from
my crotch, an I screamed. Them gals came a runnin, sayin, "He's
up agin!" I
wuz hurtin too bad to care anymore. I just lay groanin, not even
tryin to cover my
nuts. Sandy Lou said, "Want me to make it better?" She pulled
the anesthetic
needle an jabbed it into my nuts. They were so bad already I
hardly never felt
the needle. It seemed like hours, but the fire in my crotch
started coolin an soon
my balls were hangin against me like dead weight, feelin nothin.
It was a
glorious relief.
Once more Sandy Lou Slade took my balls in her hand. This time I
couldn't feel
it, but jes watchin her feel me up was enough to make my six-
shooter start to load
up agin, an Sandy kissed the tip of my cock till it was hard as
steel. My pecker
was only half numb, an I could her warm lips an tongue playin on
the head.
"Do your nuts hurt?" she asked me. I shook my head. She gave 'em
a squeeze
agin. "Now?" I couldn't feel nothin.
Sandy Lou stepped back. Her feet were bare now, an I watched as
she curled
her toes like a fist an smacked them into my bag o hickories.
Somehow seein 'em
crunched without feelin it was scarier than if it actually hurt.
The cousins joined in, and they danced in front of me, beautiful
witches, their tits
shakin with laughter, takin turns kickin at me. It was like a
dance. Their feet kept
thuddin into my numb jewels, eack kick shakin an rattlin up my big
ol' stiff
pecker until I felt a pleasure shoot through my whole body like I
never felt before
nor since. I went light headed an dizzy, an every kick after that
wuz like another
orgasm, rackin my whole body with delight.
After a time they got tired of their game. They sat an watched me,
waitin. I
wondered what they were waitin for when a sharp jab of pain ran
through my
nuts.
Thet anesthetic wuz startin to wear off.
After the first shot of pain, I rapidly began to feel more an
more. My eyes bulged
out, an sweat was runnin down my cheeks. I knew worse would be
comin.
"Poor thing," said Sandy Lou. "We can stop the pain, you know." I
looked at
her, hopin for another jab with the needle. But it was the knife
thet was in her
hands.
"They won't hurt you if we take 'em off, cowboy," she smiled
seductively.
"Want me to cut you like a steer?" It took me a minute to realize
what she wuz
sayin, an in that time pain shot through me like bullets. I knew I
wasn't man
enough to handle what I'd feel when the rest of the anesthetic wore
off.
Shuddering with a burst of pain and even a smidgen of excitement, I
tol' thet fine
sassy big-titted cowgirl, "Please, ma'am....make a steer outen me."
ôOnly if thats
what ya really want.ö Sandy Lou said sweetly. ôMy guts wuz a
twistin an
retching, as the pain burned upthrough me ta my brain! ôOha gawd
maÆam
please!ö ôPlease?ö She asked. ôPlease...make a steer outta ME!ö I
grunted
through clenched teeth. Sandy Lou bent forward with the knife, an
I closed my
eyes. I dint need to see how she'd do me. I'd been watchin her do
this job all
day.
Almost all the pain went away direckly. I lay where I was, weak as
a baby from
my rough day, an them gals walked back to the fire. I heard them
drop somethin
into the frying pan, an a sizzlin' noise. Hardly able to believe
what I wuz thinkin,
I got to my wobbly feet and staggered to the fire, where I settled
on the ground
propped up by a log.
Them gals was lookin at somethin in the pan an proddin at it with
the castratin
knife. There wuz two little morsels in thet pan, an they speared
one an cut it in
three between them. They seemed sorta reluctant, but seein me
watchin, they each
popped a hunk of meat in their mouths, lookin at me with triumph in
their eyes.
"They taste better after bein' tenderized," a cousin joked. I done
heard tell how a
man who's lost his arm can still feel it sometimes. Be that as it
may, I felt shocks
of pain run up my gut as I watched Sandy Lou chompin and chawin. I
had got
inside her at last.
Swallerin, Sandy Lou got to her feet, and stabbed the remaining
morsel. Walkin
around the fire to my side, she lay her hand on my empty sack an
held the bite a
meat, skewered my the castratin knife, in front of my face.
"Hungry, cowboy?"
she asked, her eyes mockin me.
I don't know why I did what I did. Maybe it wuz curiousity. Maybe
it wuz jes
that I hadn't eaten all day. Maybe I was somehow tryin to keep
part of my
manhood to myself. I opened my mouth, and savored the familiar
flavor of
prairie oysters on my tongue.
Tasted just like a bull's. Only smaller.
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I love this thread. After spending a lot of time reading these posts it seems odd people who are obviously offended by the subject bother to read so much of it and reply. There are some great fairy tale sites out there just waiting for people who got lost in here!
too hardcore for me
Damnnnn them cowgurls are my favorite busting girls
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