I made the mistake of dating a girl named Connie, it was a setup by the older ladies at work trying to play matchmaker and we only dated a few weeks but in that short time I quickly learned her wild primal side. 

We were about the same age in our early 20s which made us the youngest on the crew from most at work and of course everyone would tease us and especially my mentor that would put us on special assignments that usually put us on the same break schedule. We would both sit at the smoke pit for the best cell signal and rarely made any connection or conversation, just checked our phones quietly. So two of the older ladies there, Carol and Jenn, take it a step further and ask me if I’m going to Dale’s Birthday and retirement party on weekend and very adamant about picking me up. I thought nothing of it since he lived pretty far so car pool made sense but as they pull up to get me, Connie is sitting in the back seat. I had no idea who’s idea was it or if she was even involved in this set up but it is an awkward drive where Jenn and Carol make ever effort to get me to talk about myself and Connie is quiet just looking out the window. It’s not much different at the backyard party even after offering her a drink and trying to make light of the obvious setup but I can’t for the life of me determine if she’s just shy or has no interest in me. The ride back is completely quiet as I think Jenn and Carol give up trying but as they come to drop me off, Connie asks to see my phone and types her number in it then hands it back. So I assume she’s just shy and socially awkward so I text her shortly after asking if she wants to hangout.
Its not until late at night that I get a reply back and it starts off slowly with work related conversations and then hobbies and follow ups to things Jenn and Carol asked in the car so now I at least know she was listening. We get into favorite movies and text all night that we stay up and look ragged the next day with bloodshot eyes. So at work, most colleagues assume we’re banging all night and tease us for texting each other throughout the work day but we rarely ever say a word to each other in person but the next day I’m off and texts me that she’s bored at work and I need to entertain her, I look under my coffee table and see some old gag gift card game called Dirty Minds that are mostly sexual innuendos and puns like “a word that starts with F and ends with UCK and deals in rushing to hit and heavy scenes” and I’d reply “Fire truck but I like where your minds at”. For whatever reason that lil of back and forth texting finally breaks the ice and she starts flirting with me and she’s clearly not the shy virgin to that she was letting on. Eventually we start talking dirty and she’s asking my sexual position favorites and starts sharing her kinks that particularly revolve around creme pies and cum play. I’m inclined to oblige her fantasies but we’re young and I’m still engrained in wisdom passed down to me to always use condoms but she is insistent on raw dogging it and that all natural is best as god intended it. It concerns me from a chance of pregnancy standpoint but she bluntly asks me “if I’m a stallion or a gelding” directly at the smoke out the next day. It literally the first verbal conversation we ever had up to this point and she excitedly explains in detail that her family is horse breeders and got land up north state where she grew up harvesting reproductive material from horses. Most I ever heard her talk and she’s excited and knowledgeable about the whole process and explains how they collect the semen and everything. It’s that point she talks about how it aroused her seeing a stallions balls retract when it ejaculates. Then she gets an even more excited tone and detail taking about the geldings and emasculation of lesser valued male horses that they tame as work horses. She explains how when she was a teenager how she learned to use an emasculator and how it made the most satisfying crunch when it crushed the spermatic cords. I ask the occasional question or two for my own edification in understanding and she’s happy to get in graphic detail of the incisions in the scrotum and letting it drain. 
Surprisingly I’m not churning in my seat or frightened off by all this talk as I’m just taken back that she had a voice and was talking for the first time passionately and enthusiastically, but for some sick reason in the back of mind I end up getting aroused when she mentions frying and eating the testicles if a fresh castration. It’s hard to believe and to stomach but I can’t quite look at her the same way after she describes the taste and flavor of eating horse testicles and that she craves it when she visits the family that she’ll take time off to be there for the geldings and make a meal after. It’s the weirdest boner I ever got but she takes notice the moment we get back to work and starts teasing me the rest of the shift as she knows she got under my skin and messed with my head. It’s a blur but after the shift she wants to come over to my place after work and almost straight through the door she is on her knees pulling my pants off before I can even close the door to my apartment. She gives me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten and pays particular attention to my balls the whole time. I cum on her face and she plays with it while I go down in her to return the favor. It’s the first time I feel a girl squirt on my face in my mouth. And after that we enjoy that awesome two weeks of any new relationship that’s just sex and food, take a break, drink a Gatorade for electrolytes then get right back at it. We fuck like rabbits and try every position but I carefully pull out and cum on her each time and she starts to make a complaint that she wants me to cum inside her. 
It’s not until one late night during Halloween that we’re dressed up as some knock off cleopatra and mark anthony costumes that as I’m thrusting in her from behind she shouts and arm up between her legs and grip my testicles. It takes me by surprise but she holds a strong grip on my balls and pulls me into her and ask “your choice, stallion or gelding and I’ll pop your balls now?” She starts to twist her grip and the slow increased compression of my testicles forces me to cum inside her. She loves the feeling of my pulsing cock and warm seed pulped in her then eventually dripping out the sides on her thigh. She doesn’t relent on holding my balls in place for what feels like an eternity but the shy timid girl that never talked to me. Now she’s full on grabbing me by the balls and saying I belong to her. 
Somehow we luck out on her not getting pregnant but she said she would time it with it with her period/ovulation cycle. It’s the following week we both take time off to go hunting up near her family farm. I meet her brothers and sister and parents and everyone seems normal and nice but we take to the woods on an ATV alone that I ride straddle her back as she drive cause she knows the land. It’s a cool early November with light frost on the ground and she’s got a bull elk tag that’s about to expire. She’s got a family deer hunting rifle with a scope that’s more expensive than the rifle itself but I ignorantly only brought my compound bow cause it’s just what I had but I’m not expecting to get anything. Connie shows off her skills tracking and gun know how the whole trip that I’m learning like kid on his first hunt with her. After we get a decent spot in a ridge overlooking a meadow, we spot a harem with a 10 point bull and 6 cows. Her scope is amazing and we watch them from what seems like a mile away hoping the wind doesn’t change to tip em off but the bull is bugling loud and mounting his cow. Connie watches intently and even hands me the rifle to see. She makes a commentary of the spectacle before us taking about harems and how the bull attracts up to 30 cows and comments on when the bull finishes that she says “might as well let him get one last load out before I shoot his nuts off”. I hear the echoing of the gunshot and cows scatter. We walk up to track the blood and whole she didn’t hit his nuts, she did get a clean shot through and through the neck. It’s the end of the day so we decide to field dress and head back. I quickly rig a pull my system to lift up the bull while she goes and gets the ATV and insists she gets to gut him. Legs spread open and off the ground Connie wastes no time to go straight for the bulls ballsack that’s her eye level and she meticulously carves out hits genitals and slices the sack open then makes a point that I see her rip and stretch it’s testicles out with her bare hands. It’s a powerful sight seeing your girlfriend emasculate such a large animal and she teases me by chasing me with em and telling me they’re still warm. After we finish I drive the ATV back while she straddles my back but keeps the freshly served testicles in her hands that conveniently rest in my lap. It’s a hilarious moment as we get back to the property that her little sister doesn’t see the bull on the truck but sees Connie excitedly walking up holding two testicles and there’s blood stains around the crotch of my blue jeans that she automatically assumes the worst and say “you gelded him? Dang Connie not another one” pointing at me. We share a laugh but I almost can’t shake the feeling I’m being set up again or not the first guy she’s brought up hunting here. 
That night she literally roasts both those bull testicles in screwer like it was marshmallows and eats them as is with no seasoning or sauce as she says that’ll ruin the flavor. She insists I try a bite or my nuts are next over the fire. I resist as long as I can as she motions for her knife and in the background I see her family dog that’s a pit pull chewing on the elks severed dick like a chew toy. Knowing what’s she’s capable of and that I’m a guest here I don’t feel like I have much choice but to oblige her demand and try it. it is literally the strangest chewy texture like liver but smokey flavored. I can’t say I enjoyed Quebec oysters but Connie swears they’re like pan seared scallops with a slight burst when she chews through the membrane