how many grow up on a farm or ranch and now are thinking about castration

[wantobe65 (imported)]

I grow up on a farm at 6 watched my first castrations 2 bulls were cut by my grandfather . After the men left the barn my female cousin took me to the hay loft striped me and played i was a bull that need cut . That was the start for me she did this tell i was 14 after we castrated the bulls or boars . As i got older i know that i wanted castrated i think about it all the time wishing it were me feeling the blade . I still have my testicles and want them removed

[Aeschere (imported)]

Have you considered getting therapy first? What your cousin did sounds exactly like sexual molestation and child abuse.

[wantobe65 (imported)]

no we were about the same age she we both were exploring at the begining

[emasculation (imported)]

Growing up on a farm was exactly how I became interested in castration. I never really liked my balls growing up, because the sac would always cling to my legs, but when I was 10 years old I saw bulls getting cut on my grandparents farm. I was immediately turned on and got a raging erection. As puberty continued the thought of being run through a cattle chute and cut turned me on even more. When I had to band baby goats as a teenager, I stayed hard through the whole process and had to go home and masturbate immediately afterwards. This obsession with castration continues to this day. I am 23 now.

[wantobe65 (imported)]

yes i still get hard as we castrate bulls and boars it was a fantice when i started as a kid but like you i think about being ran throw the chute with the bulls i know this sounds crazy . but can not get it out my mind. im just tired my testicle runing my life they need to go .

[wantobe65 (imported)]

like you i get turned on as we castrate bulls and boars thinking about it being me . it started as a fantice with me but has grown to were im ready to be cut . i to masturbated after we castrate knowing the animals will soon stop having sex . im tired my testicles running my life and want to move on .

[emasculation (imported)]

I can relate to you. Although, it began as a fantasy it has turned into somewhat of an obsession. Although I have decided that this is not the time in my life I need to get castrated, my high sex drive does have a tendency to interfere with my life, and my balls still drive me crazy hanging down there. I want to be castrated one day, but I feel I need to experience life as an intact man for a little while longer, just to be sure it is what I want. I am very aware of the effects of castration, I have researched it for years.

[zipoid67 (imported)]

I knew the difference between bulls and steers at a young age, but it never really sunk in until I was fourteen and a couple of bullies banded me.

[wantobe65 (imported)]

bet that got your mind running wild ,thinking you mite be a steer

[daifu-orchid (imported)]

I don't know that banding the lambs made any long-term change in me, but it was interesting. The little green bands went on so easily and then each spring there were little green bands scattered round the hillside! It seemed strange that they didn't seem upset by the procedure -after the first few minutes. As far as I know we never lost an animal to banding. Did I ever think of being banded? I don't think so, even though the bands were about the right size and could have been done just as easily; it was just not interesting then.

[wantobe65 (imported)]

yes but banding is so bad it takes about 3to 4weeks before the balls fall off

[Littledick (imported)]

I didn't exactly grow up on a farm but was sent to a relatives farm every time my mother got sick which was quiet often. I remember my Uncle and cousin, they had pigs, cows and sheep on the three properties they owned.

We weren't encouraged to go down to the piggery when they were castrating the young male pigs. But as I got older I went down to watch and I had a raging hard on the moment I saw what they were doing. My cousin who was much older saw that I had a hard on and that the front of my shorts was soaking wet. They did about two dozen pigs that day and the little testicles were dropped into a bucket.

When they were done my Uncle left to do other things leaving my cousin to clean up. He came and got me and I still had a hard on, and grabbed me by the balls through my shorts which were still wet through. He made me swallow a couple of the testicles. I didn't chew them I just swallowed them whole, I remember then I shot my load.

My cousin said he ought to cut my balls off but he didn't.

He also got me to help band the lambs as well and again threatened to band my balls in the process.

So I am not sure if it was all that sort of thing that got me fascinated with castrations and being a eunuch or not but it sure has been fun.

[hd2500ne (imported)]

Grew up on a farm here and helped with the castrating of farm animals. Always thought it was something that should be done to me.

[No Nuts Phantasy (imported)]

Spent some time helping an elderly lady who raised sheep. She was real old school: putting the lamb on it's back, she cut the bottom of the sack off and grasping the testicles individually with her teeth, she pulled back and up and pulled until the cords tore away from inside; kind of a deep ripping-sound. She the applied some antiseptic powder and they pretty much just got up and slowly walked away. Didn't do much for me at the time, but was a great source of fantasy in later years.