Danny’s life was over. He was sure that any minute his boss, Ms. Nuttaker was going to burst through his room door yelling all sorts of profanities about how much of a dirty young man he was, and how he would have to leave the farm.  
This train of thought had begun when Danny had been walking through the house just like any other day, trying to find Ms. Nuttaker to ask her about plans for that day. However, when he’d approached her room, he heard the sound of ruffling sheets and staggered breathing. Her door was cracked slightly, allowing Danny to look into her room to see a sight he’d only seen before on his phone.  
Ms. Nuttaker was lying across her bed completely naked, her dark skin covered in a thin layer of sweat which shone with the morning light coming through her window. Her legs were opened, giving Danny a perfect view of her privates, which were covered with dark and curly hair, almost completely obscuring them. Her index and middle fingers were rubbing in a circular pattern on a spot hidden within her bush. Her head was lolling back in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open as she moaned in pleasure.  
Danny’s hand moved to palm his growing erection through his shorts, watching his boss masturbate intently. Soon, he moved to reaching into his pants and stroking himself, letting out soft moans as he stimulated his penis.   
Suddenly, Ms. Nuttaker increased her pace, and leaned in over her dark bush, her breathing getting louder and louder. Suddenly an arc of fluid erupted from her privates, eliciting a loud gasp from her wide open mouth. At that moment, Ms. Nuttaker’s eyes moved to follow the trajectory of her squirt, only to look directly at Danny peeking through the door, hand down his pants.  
“DANNY!!” The older woman exclaimed, her voice containing surprise, but also anger. “GO! CLOSE THE DOOR!” Danny dashed down the hallway of the wooden house, ripping his hand from his shorts, his erection making a tent between his legs which bobbed up and down after every stride he took.  
That had all happened about twenty minutes ago, and Danny had been holed up in his room since, not wanting to be the one to start the conversation about his embarrassing and disgusting behavior.  
A knocking sound came from the opposite side of his door, followed by the calm voice of his boss.  
“Danny. Are you decent, I’m coming in.” She didn’t sound very mad, maybe she hadn’t seen him touching himself?  
“Yes Ms. Nuttaker, you can come in.” Danny responded nervously. The door knob turned, and Ms. Nuttaker stepped into Danny’s room. She wore a blue and black plaid denim shirt which was buttoned up to the third button, showing off her generous cleavage, as well as a pair of mom jeans that enunciated her curvy form.   
“You know why we’ve gotta talk Danny?” The young man looked down at his feet.  
“Yes Ms. Nuttaker.” Danny said quietly. The older woman shook her head.  
“Honey, didn’t your parents ever tell you not to look at ladies when they’re naked?” She sounded exasperated.  
“I’m sorry Ms. Nuttaker.”  
“Being honest Danny, that’s not the part I mind the most. The part I mind the most is that you didn’t have enough shame to not jack your beanstalk in the hallway while watching me!”  
“I’m sorry Ms. Nuttaker.” There was a pause for a few seconds as the older woman assessed the young man’s expression.  
“Well honey, I’ll get to the point. You’ve got a problem. It’s not just this, although this is the pinnacle of what I’ve seen from you. I know that you take a long time feeding the animals in the barn because you like to… choke your chicken on the hay bales in private. I’ve heard you tugging at yourself in the outhouse too many times to count. I have seen you numerous times come out of your room for dinner trying to hide the fact that you were playing with Mr. Winky while smelling like a boy’s locker room. You’re addicted baby, and you need help.” Danny froze in fear. All this time, she’d known that he’d been touching himself any time he could fit it in, and had said nothing. Most likely to spare him the embarrassment, but now that was out the window.  
“I-I’m really sorry Ms. Nuttaker.” Danny stammered. “I-it won’t happen again, I swear! I’ll stop touching myself forever!” Ms. Nuttaker shook her head, her long coily hair waving around her face.  
“Honey, I know that’s not possible. It’s in boy’s nature to play with themselves. You can’t help it. But I can help you. My mother was a urologist. She saw so many boys with cases like yours who just could not stop their filthy habit. So she brainstormed a solution with other female colleagues of hers for a long time, and they found a treatment that worked 100% of the time. It’s not something they would give you at a hospital today, many males in the field didn’t acknowledge that it was a solution to a problem that was very prevalent among young men, likely not wanting to admit that many of them also had the same problem as you. My mother taught it to me when I had dreams of following in her footsteps as a young girl. If you want, I can perform the treatment on you here on the farm. Both of my sons had it done, and they still thank me to this day. It does hurt a little at first, but no one who ever had it done regretted it.” Danny’s eyes were wide. He did agree with Ms. Nuttaker. He did have an addiction. He did need help. If he couldn’t get treatment at a hospital, then this was the best he could get. He trusted Ms. Nuttaker the most out of anyone he’d ever met. She was kind, smart, and a master at her craft. Danny nodded.  
“Alright, I’ll do it then. What do we need to do?” Ms. Nuttaker smiled.  
“I’m glad you’re making the right decision Danny. Truth be told, I had a feeling you would, so I brought everything we need right now with me.” Danny watched as the older woman reached behind her and pulled an odd looking device from her belt. It was built like a two handle wrench, except that the operating side ended in four pegs with a thick rubber band around them. “Alright honey, I’m gonna need you to drop your pants. It’s alright, nothing I haven’t seen before, remember?” She laughed, while Danny blushed a dark red, fumbling with the button of his shorts. They flopped to the ground, soon followed by his briefs, which Ms. Nuttaker noticed had a stain right about where the tip of Danny’s penis would have been. She looked over Danny’s lower half for a second before kneeling down gently between her employee’s legs, her warm breath lightly tickling the hairs on Danny’s sack. “Alright honey, this is the part that hurts, so it’s alright to yell or cry. I won’t judge you. You’re very brave for even agreeing to this, most boys your age won’t even admit they need this.” Ms. Nuttaker opened the tool in her hand, spreading the pegs and drawing out the rubber band into a square. She maneuvered the band between Danny’s legs, and directly under his scrotum. Moving the tool upwards, the band surrounded the neck of the young man’s coin purse, its pegs occasionally scraping against the sensitive skin lightly, sending a shiver through him. Ms. Nuttaker looked up at Danny, her eyes seeming almost excited. “Honey you’re gonna want to take a deep breath in…” Danny followed the older woman’s instructions, filling his lungs with air. “... and out.” The moment air began leaving Danny’s lungs, there was a loud snap. Danny felt like he had been kicked in the balls by a horse. He let out a strangled yelp before being engulfed in the breasts of his boss, who quickly had leaned in to hug him, attempting to comfort the boy whose balls she had just banded. “Oh honey, you’ll be alright, just breathe… just breathe baby.” She whispered as she stroked his hair. “It’ll only hurt for a little bit, then it’ll all be over, just breathe…”  
Three hours later, Ms. Nuttaker carried Danny bridal style into the barn. His balls had begun aching so much that just them touching his thigh was enough to make him keel over. She laid him down on a concrete slab near the pig pen with a wooden pole rising from each of its four corners. She spread his knees and elbows out to meet the base of each pole, and tied him into place with fine twine that just slightly cut into his skin.  
“Are you comfy honey?” Ms. Nuttaker asked. “If you are, I can start the procedure.” Danny nodded, unable to see his boss behind him and unable to turn far enough to comfortably watch her as she worked. He felt a warm, calloused hand cup his aching balls before feeling a sharp poke in his left nut. “That was the anesthetic honey, I’m doing your right testicle… now.” Danny felt the poking sensation repeated in his right nut, sending a shiver through him. It was happening now.  
After about ten minutes, Ms. Nuttaker flicked each of Danny’s balls, forcing out a groan from her younger employee.  
“It’s alright baby, it’s taking effect now, otherwise that would have made you scream. It’ll all be over soon.” The older woman said.  
After another ten minutes, Danny felt a muted touch against the back of his nuts, and heard behind him a hum from Ms. Nuttaker. Then, an odd sensation occured from the top of the back of his scrotum to the bottom. It felt like someone running their fingernail lightly over his skin. Then, he felt a solid surface under his balls, something gently pushing them upwards and out of his sack. Suddenly, his testicles felt chilled slightly, and he felt a strain above them, like something being pulled taught. All of a sudden, he felt a pinch, and the chill around his left testicle vanished, then the same happened to his right.  
“Alright honey, almost done. All that’s left is to sew your coin purse back up.”  
Danny felt a familiar weight being placed back into his sack, then a tickling sensation up the back of his scrotum.  
“All done now honey, I’ll help you up now. You’re gonna feel really tired when I get you back to bed. You should stay in bed for at least a couple days before you’ll be able to walk around again.”  
Weeks later, Danny had felt no sexual urges since Ms. Nuttaker’s procedure. His balls had been numb, but his boss had said that that would be one of the side effects. Every once in a while he would feel itchy near the back of his ballsack, but Ms. Nuttaker would scold him and smack his hand away. Ms. Nuttaker had begun walking around the house in less clothes than she normally did, citing Danny’s dirty thoughts towards her as the only reason she hadn’t done it sooner. Typically she could be seen in the morning with nothing on, scratching at her hairy genitals while giving Danny a kind “good morning” smile.   
One morning, Danny walked over to Ms. Nuttaker’s room, whose door was fully open, allowing Danny to fully witness Ms. Nuttaker masturbating on her bed, just like the day she fixed his problem.  
“Oh! Danny, I was just thinking about you! Would you mind helping your boss out? Just lick my… downstairs parts and suck on the nub at the top. Can you do that?” Danny nodded, and knelt between his boss’ legs, at first starting slow but working up to a good pace as the older woman moaned with pleasure. Soon, a wave of liquid erupted once again from her bush, soaking Danny’s face.  
“Good boy. Such a good boy.” Ms. Nuttaker mumbled. “So glad I fixed you. They always eat pussy better after. You can go now, we’ve got work to do today.”   
As Danny left the room, he saw a pair of testicles in a jar of preserving fluid on his boss’ nightstand, and wondered which animal was special enough to have balls worth keeping in a jar.