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“Good Little Piggy – version 2” by ADMIN
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[Note: This is an alternate version of the “Good Little Piggy” story
included in my eBook.]

Aunt Abigail gives young David a tour of her farm. She takes him in the
barn and shows him her gelding stocks. He is fascinated and develops a
big tent in the front of his shorts. Aunt Abigail notices and pretends
to be shocked. Then she tells him since he is so interested maybe he’d
like to try the stocks, to see how they’d fit, to see how they’d feel.
“Why don’t you pull off your shorts and climb into the stocks?” She is
smiling but David is scared and doesn’t move. He still has a raging
hard-on. She becomes stern and orders him to take off his shorts. He
pulls off his shorts and displays his hard-on sticking straight up and
oozing.

“Just look at your penis, David!” she exclaims.

Then she orders him to get into the stocks. He gingerly climbs into the
stocks. She circles around the stocks, strapping his arms and legs
securely into them so he can’t move.

She tells him she didn’t have to adjust the stocks because she had
another boy in the stocks just the week before. David stammers as he
asks if she really did it to him. “Yes,” she says with smile, “I did”.
She tells how the boy had been misbehaving and exposing himself to the
girls in the area, brazenly masturbating right in front of them and
ejaculating. He had been given warnings. He had been told what would
happen if he didn’t stop. So, finally Aunt Abigail had to do what was
needed to help him to become a good boy. David will meet him later on
when they go into town.

David’s cock is still very stiff and dripping. Aunt Abigail asks him if
he would like her to help him become a good boy too. She says he is in
the perect position and she has all the tools right nearby. “Would you
like that, David? Would you like me to do it to you?” He moans and
writhes in his bonds. She reaches between his legs and caresses his ball
sac and purrs. “C’mon, David, let me do it to you. You really want me
to, don’t you? Your sac is so tight. It aches, doesn’t it? I know what
it aches for. I know what it needs, what you need. You need me to
relieve the tightness, the pressure, the aching. You need me to gently
open that tight, aching sac and take what’s inside, those little glands,
your manhood. I love doing it to boys. I’d love to do it to you. It’s so
simple, so easy. Just say the word”.

Suddenly, David tenses, jerks and starts spurting. Aunt Abigail watches
and laughs. After he finishes he sags in his bonds, exhausted. “What a
naughty boy. Maybe I should geld you after all.”

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“A New Bunkmate for Abelard” by ADMIN
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[Note: This is a sequel to Abelard’s “A Chance Meeting”. Not one of my
better efforts, I’m afraid. The original is much better.]

Summary: Getting lost on a back road leads to a new situation in life.
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My gas gauge read empty and I was in the middle of nowhere and I was
beginning to regret the whim that had caused me to take that side road,
along with the idea that it would be nice “just for the sake of
variety”. That’s when I saw Sarah Fischer’s horse farm. I breathed a
sigh of relief and pulled into their yard feeling sure I would be able
to get some extra gas and directions that would help me get out of those
back woods.

An attractive young woman dressed in jeans and work shirt came out of
the barn and invited me into the house for a cup of coffee. I gratefully
accepted and as we were walking towards the house I noticed a sad faced
man walking across the yard and out towards the fields.

I sat down at the kitchen table as Sarah made the coffee. “What were you
doing out in the barn,” I asked. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Oh, no,” said Sarah, “the vet’s coming over this afternoon, and I was
just getting one of my colts ready for her.”

“Is she sick,” I asked.

“It’s a he,” said Sarah, with a laugh, “and no, he’s not sick, he’s just
due to undergo a certain modification to his private parts, if you know
what I mean,” and she winked.

“Oh I get it,” I said, “you’re planning to have him fixed”.

“Close enough,” said Sarah, “although gelded is the usual term we use
for horses.”

Just then there was a knock at the door and Sarah got up to let in a
very outgoing and handsome lady in her forties whom Sarah introduced as
being the vet, Felicity Lawson.

“I was just telling him about the colt,” said Sarah to Felicity. Then
she turned to me and said, “Felicity and I are great friends. We always
have a lot of fun together when she visits.” Sarah gave her a
conspiratorial wink and Felicity laughed a pleasant, warm, friendly laugh.

“Who was that man who walked by earlier,” I asked, “he seemed so sad.”

“Oh,” said Sarah, “that was Abelard. He’s just sulking because he got
gelded a couple years ago and has never really been able to accept his
change in status.”

“Wow,” I said, “what happened? Did an excited horse kick him in the
groin or something?”

“Oh no,” said Felicity, “nothing like that. He was visiting a couple
women who where gelding a colt and all three of them ended up getting
pretty turned on by it, so they got naked in the stable and started
playing around with each other. Then Abelard unexpectedly found himself
surrendering to his innermost secret and forbidden desires and this
caused him to sweetly and submissively offer his balls to the women,
who, since they both greatly enjoyed the act of gelding males, gently
and lovingly accepted his offer.”

“It really was a very, very beautiful experience,” said Sarah with a
sigh. “But then, the next day, when Abelard woke up and realized that
he’d been gelded, that he’d permanently lost his testicles forever, he
became very sulky and resentful towards us.”

Meanwhile, this talk had been a huge turn-on for me, and my pants were
all tented out in front by my throbbing, bursting erection. Felicity
noticed my condition and chuckled, saying “looks like I may get the
chance to do two little colts today, instead of just one. Why don’t you
two go into the living room and get comfortable while I go get my bag of
tricks.”

Smiling, Sarah took my hand and led me into the living room and began
undressing me. Soon we were both naked and sitting on the living room
couch together. She gave me a long, deep soul kiss, her stiff left
nipple brushing my arm, while her right hand lightly brushed my
throbbing, drooling cock, up and down.

Felicity came back with her vet’s bag and started to undress herself.
Soon she was sitting warm and naked on the other side of me. As she got
the anesthetic hypodermic ready, Sarah broke off kissing me and softly
asked me how her little pony was feeling today, and whether he was
really ready to be a good and brave little pony for her. I looked deep
into her eyes, gulped and nodded. Just then I winced as I felt the sting
of the hypodermic needle as Felicity injected me. A few minutes later,
as Sarah softly caressed my cock and murmured soothing words to me,
Felicity swiftly and deftly opened my scrotum and turned me into a
docile and obedient human gelding. As Felicity finished sewing me up I
came in a huge gushing orgasm, spurting all over my chest and belly.

After I got cleaned up, Sarah put me to bed in the guest room. The next
day she showed me the small room attached to the barn where I was to
live from now on and that I would have to share with the sulky Abelard.
I was to be the second gelded farm hand that Sarah had been wanting.

Later on, when I realized when I had done, what I had let myself consent
to, I too began to experience a little regret.

After my scrotum had healed and Felicity had removed my stitches,
Abelard and I compared the scars in our empty scrotums. They were
virtually identical. Felicity’s handiwork was consistenly first rate.

Every Saturday night Sarah would invite Felictiy and a couple other of
their dyke friends over for a party. They would play loud music, dance,
drink vodka and ultimately have a hot and steamy little lesbian orgy
right there in Sarah’s large living room. Abelard and I would have to
wait on them throughout the evening, bringing them snacks, vodka and
then finally, lubricant. Watching all those hot dykes licking each
other’s pussies and fucking each other with strap-ons, and smelling all
that hot, wet, excited lesbian pussy would always make my shriveled
pecker swell a little. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

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“Howie Learns His Place” by ADMIN
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Andrea: I’m tired of your disobedience and misbehavior, Howie. I think
it’s time you got some real help with learning your place in our
marriage. I have a good friend who is a doctor and she knows the perfect
treatment for your kind of problems. I’ve already spoken to her and made
an appointment.