Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2023 04:12:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: rollerboy <rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com>
Subject: A HORSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOR

A Horse Of A Different Color

by rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com

Right after high school graduation, I worked for a rural veterinarian
clinic nearby, helping the vet in numerous ways, even with minor
surgery. I'd often assist the vet when he was spaying and neutering dogs,
cats, and some horses.  I've never been sick at the sight of blood, or
scared of needles, so helping the doctor was easy for me, especially when
his female helpers would run out of the room after seeing an animal being
operated on.

I was especially fascinated when the doctor would neuter male dogs. And
nowadays, people are actually opting for testicular implants for their dogs
called Neuticals. They are silicone implants designed to replace the
functioning testicles with fake ones, strictly for esthetics. Of course the
dog has no idea his testicles are gone, but wealthy owners, mostly men,
seem to want their dog to look intact with what looks like a healthy set of
nuts dangling between Fido's legs. Some of them even opt for larger ones
than the dog originally had. Usually those were the real macho, bodybuilder
types who want everyone to see that his "boy" is well hung. At first, I
thought that was silly, but when I found out that they even made equine and
bovine fake nuts, I was intrigued.

I would assist the doctor after the dog was sedated by shaving the dog's
scrotum, especially on the hairier breeds. One in particular was a large
Alsatian that was prone to wandering when bitches were in heat in the
neighborhood, and he had a habit of jumping the fence. After he impregnated
the neighbor's female standard poodle, his owner decided he needed to be
gelded. The doc asked me to shave the dog, then prep him for surgery. I did
so, then draped the dog with sterile paper, leaving a space for his nicely
filled scrotum.  I then watched doc carefully cut the mid line of the
scrotum called the raphe with a scalpel, this of course after injecting
lidocaine to inhibit bleeding. After the centerline cut was made,
additional layers were removed with the Bovie down to a membrane called
Tunica Vaginalis. The Bovie is an electrical device the cuts and cauterized
tissue in one step. The Tunica Vaginalis is a membrane that surrounds each
testicle and the spermatic cords. After cutting through the membrane, the
right testicle was exposed, so he proceeded to separate and divide the
spermatic cords and blood vessels, separating them in two bundles to be
ligated (tied off) twice, with a section to be cut in the middle. He then
performed the same procedure on the Left testicle. After both were
separated and tied off, he took the Bovie and cut the cords and blood
vessels between the two sutures. These are permanent sutures that will
close off the blood vessels and prevent internal bleeding into the
scrotum. Once the testicles are freed of their tether, each one is placed
in a pan and later destroyed as medical waste. At this point, Neuticals
would be implanted, but this dog's owner didn't ask for them.

In case you are wondering about the term "raphe", being the midline of the
scrotum (go ahead, look at yours), it is the union of two sections of an
organ, like the tongue or the scrotum. The reason why it's a union in the
scrotum is because all fetuses begin as female, so in a sense, the raphe is
actually the opening of a vagina that has fused in vitro. After a certain
amount of time in the womb, a person's DNA will decide if he or she is to
be male or female. If the DNA decides it is to be male, the cells that
would become ovaries become testicles, the lips of the vagina fuse to
become a scrotum, and the clitoris becomes the penis. If you look closely
at a woman's clitoris, you would see that it resembles the tiny head of a
penis, complete with foreskin. Consider this your biology lesson for today!

Doc gave me a key to the clinic, so in the event of an emergency and he
were unavailable, I could get in after hours. What he didn't know is that I
would sneak in on occasion when I knew there was a large dog scheduled to
be neutered the next day. One in particular, was the biggest, sweetest
Rottweiler on the planet, named Brutus. He had the biggest set of doggie
balls I'd ever seen, and the thought of him mounting and breeding me was
too much to resist. I snuck in one night, and after letting him out in the
dog run to relieve himself, I brought him back inside. I put a mat down on
the floor in the kennel room, took my clothes off and started to wrestle
with that big lover boy. As we rolled around on the floor, whenever I'd get
in a position that put my ass in the air, he'd try to mount me, but I kept
teasing him. Finally, when I knew he was sufficiently aroused, I assumed
the mating position of a bitch in heat and presented myself to him. I put
in earbuds and played Led Zeppelin as he jumped up and grabbed me around my
schoolboy-sized waist, and searched for his target, my cute little
rosebud. As he was positioning himself, he was spraying semen all over my
waiting butthole. That served as lubrication when he zeroed in, then he
plunged his red rocket into me and feverishly started humping. I'd done
this many times before, and I knew what to expect, but he was an
exceptionally big boy, and when his knot started to form, I could feel
enormous pressure on my prostate gland, and began leaking my own semen onto
the mat. Once the knot was fully formed, he stopped humping and swung his
legs over, and put four on the floor. There we stood, butt to butt while he
pumped billions of dog sperm into my rectum. I could feel him filling me up
over the course of almost 30 minutes. Normally a dog would try to pull you
around the room, but this guy was so chill, he just stood there pumping me
full of cum. I turned and could see his tail hole pulsating as he
ejaculated over and over again into me. I must say it was the hottest "tie"
I'd ever experienced.

I was in dreamland listening to "Stairway to Heaven" while Brutus did what
nature intended, and when I opened my eyes, I saw doc standing in the
doorway, looking at me! I gasped, and he simply said, "When you're done,
clean yourself up and come into the operating room, I need your help", as
he threw me a towel. Shortly thereafter, Brutus' knot shrank enough for him
to disengage, sending a flood of dog semen rushing out of my ass. He turned
and lapped most of it up, then went back into his pen to clean himself
off. I used the towel to clean up, then put my clothes on. I sheepishly
walked into the operating room to see a man lying on the operating table,
naked from the waist down. I didn't know who he was, so I suspected he was
from out of town. Then doc said, "Prep this man for castration". I started
to speak, but doc beat me to it and said, "I've got a little secret about
you, so now you're going to keep a secret for me. Do you think I can afford
to drive that Bentley with what I make as a small town vet?".

I dutifully performed my tasks, first shaving the man's genitals, which
gave me a tingle, then I used Betadine to sanitize his groin, followed by
sterile draping. Of course, I scrubbed first, put on rubber gloves and
doned a surgical gown and mask. I looked like a young Ben Casey or Doogie
Houser. The doc expertly castrated the man, then sewed him up and presented
his now free testicles to him in a jar of formaldehyde. He chose to go with
an empty scrotum rather than testicular implants.

The next day, we acted as if nothing happened, and poor Brutus was neutered
as planned. But at least I gave that big boy one last "roll in the hay", so
to speak. During some down time, I happened to be looking through some of
the literature that doc keeps on hand about new products, and I found the
brochure for Neuticles. I was amazed to see that they make them for horses
too. Why someone would want their gelding to look like he still had balls
is beyond me, but who am I to judge?

I happen to have a very small penis, and ridiculously small testicles. This
from a condition I suffered from as a small child. At birth, my testicles
did not drop down into my scrotum, and they are intended to do. The
pediatrician waited a number of years, I'm not sure to be exact, then
decided that if they were left inside my body, there was a greater risk of
testicular cancer later in life. The decision was made to operate and lower
them into my scrotum. I guess they waited too long, so they were
underdeveloped. I was late to puberty, and didn't have pubic hair until my
senior year in high school. To say I was embarrassed in the gym would be an
understatement. My tiny, hairless cock, and nearly invisible scrotum were
always an embarrassment to me, so much so that I feigned illness to get out
of more than one gym class. Looking through that literature gave me an
idea.

After closing, and we were alone, I asked doc if I could talk to him about
something. He said, "Sure, but if it's about what you and Brutus were
doing, don't worry about it; young boys experiment with stuff like that all
the time, especially in rural areas". I thanked him for that, but that
wasn't what I wanted to talk about. I went on to explain my condition, and
even dropped my pants to show him. He agreed that my organs were much too
small for my size and stature, and he understood the pain and embarrassment
that would cause, especially if I were dating. After I felt comfortable
enough with him, I said, "Doc, my mom has had the family doctor check my
testosterone levels, and it's barely detectable. The doc even wondered how
I managed puberty with such low levels, so he wants to put me on
testosterone replacement therapy". Doc said, "That's good, you've gone
through puberty already, so it's safe". I replied, "Okay, but if I need
testosterone, is there a reason to keep my tiny balls?". He said,
"Technically, no, but no doctor is". And he stopped right there. He
continued, "Oh, I get it, you want me to castrate you and put in
Neuticals?". I said, "Yeah, I've watched you do it on animals and humans;
you're so good at it, I would trust you completely". He smiled and put his
hand on the side of my face, saying, "You're the best assistant I've ever
had, and I'd be happy to do it for you, but how would you hide that from
your parents?". "Well, they go to Arizona every winter for three months,
and this is the first year they've said I could stay home if I wanted", was
my reply. Then he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll do it, as long as we have an
understanding, and keep each other's secrets". I was elated and simply
said, "You got it, Doc!".

A couple of months went by, my parents went to Arizona, and we chose a date
that worked for both of us. That day dawned, and it was like my first day
of school, I was both excited and terrified. Doc asked if I wanted to watch
the procedure, and I said "Yes", so he brought around the large mirror on
wheels that can be tilted so med students can observe. I did my own genital
shave, swabbed my groin with Betadine, then Doc put down the sterile
draping. I laid back and watched Doc work his magic in the large mirror
overhead. I first felt a few stings as he injected Lidocaine into my
scrotum and into my testicles. After the first couple, the area was so
numb, I didn't feel a thing. As he did in hundreds of other castrations, he
made the centerline cut with the scalpel, then used the Bovie, and even if
I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I could smell the acrid smell of burning
flesh. Then he followed that with the separating and suturing of the
bundles. Throughout all of this, I was looking for my testicles in the
mirror, but I couldn't see them.  Doc said, "Boy, you were right, they are
small". He lifted up the right one and severed the cord and blood vessels,
then did the left one. He held both of them up for me to see, and they
could have been jelly beans, if I didn't know any better!

After he put them in formaldehyde, he said, "I have a surprise for you". He
then held up a pair of equine (horse) Neuticals, one in each hand! My eyes
were like saucers when I saw them. He went on to say, "I figured that
you've been through enough humiliation from assholes in the gym showers, so
I thought I'd give you a nice, big pair". I was so giddy I said, "Thanks,
Doc, I owe you, big time"! He smiled and started to implant them. Being
that they are almost triple the size of a large man's testicles, designed
for ponies, he had to really stretch my scrotal skin to get them in
there. He explained, "They will seem tight in there for a month or so,
until your body adjusts to their bigger size; scrotal tissue has amazing
elasticity, so they'll eventually drop from their own weight, and you'll
have a nice pair of low hangers. And once the testosterone has had a chance
to kick in, your penis will grow exponentially". All of that was music to
my ears.

I was pretty bruised and sore for about a month, but after that, my new
balls were actually swimming around in my sack, and they hang nice and
low. And the Doc was right, my cock is at least as big as my 48 year old
dad's. So the genes are there, they just needed a testosterone
booster. Those bi-monthly shots have enlarged my dick, deepened my voice,
and allowed me to grow a nice pubic bush, and a full beard. Now, when I go
to the gym, the guys who bullied me and berated me, are not gawking at my
big cock and beautifully large low hanging balls. One day, I was taking a
shower and my dad came in to take a piss, then said, "Wow, those T-shots
really work!". I just put on a big shit-eatin' grin!

Doc says, "You're a horse of a different color, my boy"!


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