Chapter 4: The Night has a Way I found my room at the end of the hall easy enough. As I pushed the door open I fumbled around for the switch. As the moon light shown through the window I saw a single bulb hanging down in the middle of the room. I made my way over to it and found a chain hanging down. I pulled the chain and the bulb flickered on. My room was vacant accept for an old mattress on an old metal frame cot. My suitcase was in the corner so I found my pjs and put them on. The house had no central air, just box fans in the windows to help keep things cooled off. I was still getting hot so I took off my shirt and laid on top of my covers. I laid there listening to the crickets and sounds of the night as I drifted off to sleep. My mind wandered into dreams of my mother, back home when I was smaller and random visions of Marcella. She was naked between my legs giving me my first blowjob and it was amazing. I could feel her warm breasts grazing against my inner thighs as she bobbed up and down on my rock hard cock taking it deeper each time! I knew even In my dreams the ones of Marcella were not appropriate but I let my mind go on any way because it felt so good, so real. So real In fact my body began to tell my brain that it was real! I snapped back to reality to find myself all alone but rock hard! I had came but I couldn’t find evidence anywhere. I knew if Aunt Phoebe saw a mess she’d freak! I got up to turn on the light and when I did I heard my door creak shut! Was it not a dream after all?! I turned the light on and looked, no mess. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t stop thinking about the dream I had, or the experience, I wasn’t sure which. After a sleepless night six AM came quickly. They really stuck to the early to bed early to rise saying big time around here. Aunt Phoebe had called for us to all come to come to breakfast right at six on the dot. I got up and got dressed and made my way down stairs to the kitchen. She had fixed a massive breakfast fit for kings! I was starving! The twins came down the hall dressed in short shorts and tank tops, I tried my best not to look. On particular glance must’ve taken way too long because T must’ve caught my stare and gave a cough. I snapped out of it and looked at him to find him giving me one of those “better think twice!” Kind of looks. “Miss Phoebe May I go ahead and say grace?” He asked. “Why of course T! The Lord has been waiting to hear from you all night I’m sure.” She said with a grin. He smiled back “Thank you mam.” He said. He commenced with the prayer and just like last night I felt a foot in my crotch only more aggressive this time! I tried not to look up this time so as to not raise any alarm or let her know I had noticed. Chapter 5: Hard Days Work We finished breakfast and everyone left the table. I took my plate to the sink as I had the night before. “You’ll be going with T today, Roger. He needs help with the new bull I believe.” Aunt Phoebe said. “Yes mam, I’ll catch up with him right now.” I said heading out while I still could. “Oh and Roger the girls are going to be tending to the lower fields close by where you two will be, do steer clear of them.” She said giving me a firm glare. “Yes mam I will.” I said as I was making a B line for the door. I found T in one of the side pastures in the lower area of the farm. “Looks like I was right about this bull, he’s too much trouble to leave intact and he hasn’t shown interest in any of the cows, Hell I caught him trying to mount that steer over there! Ha! Damndest thing I ever saw!” He said with a laugh. “So what will you do with him now?” I asked. “Well the good thing is he’s still you so the meat with fetch a good price, which is good for us. The bad news for him, though, is he’s going to be joining that steer over there.” He said pointing toward the other bull. I kind of knew what that meant from Marcella’s visual at dinner last night, I didn’t envy that bull at all. T showed me how to corral the bull into the special pin he’d made for tending to the livestock. It restricted all movement and with the straps that went over the bulls back he was forced to the ground. T quickly inserted a board through a hole that allowed to be positioned under its stomach. “Hand me that Elastrator over there bub, it won’t take long.” He said. I grabbed the device that resembled a pair of pliers to an extent and handed it to him with the pack of small black rubber bands in it. He quickly put one of the small but thick bands on the four prongs and opened it wide. “Now this is the part that you might get some sympathy pains on bub, turn your head if you want.” He said as he slid the rubber band over the bulls massive balls. With a couple of clicks the band slid off the prongs and on the the bulls scrotum. The animal struggled against the restraints and the cage moaning and calling out as if trying to plead for his maleness. “There’s one,” T said as he prepared another one and slid it over the bulls balls. “And theres.... two.” He said as the band slid onto the bulls balls. The animal had stopped struggling as if he had resigned to accept his fate. “Now hand me the Burdizzo over there bub.” He said pointing to the large clamp like device hanging on the wall. I lifted them off the wall feeling their weight in my hands. I handed the device to T and he opened the jaws wide and slid it over the bulls scrotum between the two bands. “Now this part always makes me squirm a little, you’ll hear a wet crunch when you close these tight. That means his chords are done for. The blood supply is completely gone then.” He said as he closed them shut on the bulls balls! As he said I heard a wet crunch that I felt in my abdomen as well. The bull let out a loud cry of agony and relaxed again. It was as if he knew his days of being a bull were over. T grabbed a bucket and held it under the bulls sack. He then took a knife and sliced the bulls sack open letting his balls fall into the bucket with a wet plop plop. He then removed the straps and lifted the latch pin letting the bull out. The poor animal trotted out shaking his head as he went on out in the pasture. “Now in few days his balls will drop off but the affects of the castration will take a little while to set in. Pretty soon he won’t care about any of the cows or steers.” He said. The bull walked around slowly as his balls waddled behind him swelling up slowly. “Well let’s go get us a sandwich and give these to Miss Phoebe, what do ya say to that?” He said with a smile. “Sure thing T, sounds good to me.” I said with a grin. T picked up the bucket and we began walking across the farm. I saw the girls out in the field working hard. Marcella waved to us as we walked by. T gave a hearty wave and I gave a somewhat timid one as I was unsure if Aunt Phoebe was watching. Marcella made her way over to the fence and leaned forward on it, letting her massive cleavage push up over the rail. Sweat glistened in the sun light like morning dew on flower petals as it ran down her huge breasts. The white tank top she had on was now all but see through since it was ringing wet with sweat and since they kept clothing to a minimum around here her nipples were very visible! Cecilia stood behind her sister trying to be modest by crossing her arms in front of her. She was looking down at the ground and awkwardly kicking at a rock as if trying to be invisible. “Well hey there boys! How’s it hangin’ today?” She asked with a smirk. “Ha ha ha!” T chuckled. “Not so low for this bull anymore Miss Marcella.” He said holding up the bucket with the bulls massive balls in it. “Mmm they’re so big and fat! I’ll bet they’re the juiciest yet!” She said licking her lips. She leaned over the rail to peak in the bucket so far I thought her tits were going to fall out of her shirt! They were squeezed so tight together I thought they might explode out any minute! I felt my heart racing and sweat running down my neck! Oh no! I’m getting hard! “Oh my God! Looks like there’s one more bull that needs to be turned into a steer!” She said as she burst out into laughter and pointed at my crotch! I tried to hide my throbbing hard on from everyone! “Now Miss Marcella you can’t hold it against the boy for getting excited over seeing a pretty girl, it’s only natural.” T said with a chuckle. “I guess you’re right T,” She said smiling at me, “Besides I’d hate for momma to get wind of this and lose her mind like she did with cousin Dan.” She continued with a cocked eyebrow. It was true! Dan had been the focal point of Aunt Phoebes wrath and almost had his balls cooked in the process! I felt my cock shrink away in fear thinking about it. “Come on bun lets get these monsters to Miss Phoebe. She makes one hell of a Mountain oyster stew!” He said rubbing his stomach. We walked on to the house silently. I couldn’t help but think I needed to be on my guard from now on. I could smell the apple pie before we got to the house! It smelled delicious! We found Aunt Phoebe in the kitchen making another. She was practically covered In flour with her long black hair up in a bun. She wore a pair of very short shorts and, as near as I could tell, only an apron! “Miss Phoebe I got you some prime cuts here.” T said as he sat the bucket down. As she leaned over to pick up one her huge breasts plopped out on both sides of the apron! They were fantastic and just as nice as I had thought they might be! She stood up holding the bulls big severed testicle in front of her, seemingly oblivious that her tits were out! “Well these are nice and fat, they’ll make some good eatin’ tonight!” She said. She stood there marveling at the huge testicle when she caught me staring. “Ah hmm young man, it’s rude to stare! I suppose your mother never taught you that did she?” She asked. “I snapped out of it after I realized I was staring so hard at her tits that even T was surprised. “Uh yes, yes mam she did!” I stuttered. “I-I’m sorry it’s just that-that I’ve never seen a ball that big mam!” I said hoping to save myself from her wrath. “Indeed.” She said raising an eyebrow. “Well I’m glad you were looking at tonight’s dinner and not me. I’d hate to have to reprimand you this quickly.” She said adjusting her apron to cover her tits back up with one hand. She turned and laid the huge testicle on the cutting board and grabbed a meat cleaver. She looked me straight in the eye without saying a word and With one swift chopping motion she cut the testicle in half spilling its contents out on the cutting board! “Now you two have a seat and I’ll get you a couple of sandwiches for your efforts so far.” She said giving me a sinister glare. I ate my sandwich and drank my milk quickly, not wanting to be in Aunt Phoebes vicinity any longer than I had to. She continued to dissect the testicles with loud solid chops. I dared not look but I swore to myself I could feel her glaring at me.