Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2023 17:45:26 +0000 (UTC) From: rollerboy Subject: A Horse of A Different Color Part 2 A Horse of A Different Color Part 2 by rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com I continued helping the doc do castrations and other surgeries, enjoying the feeling of my huge horse balls swinging between my legs as I stood at the operating table. The doc even slowly had me do some of the steps myself, like tying off the cords, then separating the testicles from the animal's body. That particular step made my cock stir in my pants as I removed the animals masculinity and turned them into eunuchs like me. I kind of like being a eunuch; it seems oddly erotic to me to know that I'm not a man or a woman, even though my equipment says I'm all man! As time went by, before I knew it, I was so proficient I wound up doing the entire procedure myself, with the doc supervising of course. Somehow I had a feeling that he had an ulterior motive, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then he started having me assist when he did human castrations, and again, over time, I was practically doing them myself. Just like in the movie "Cider House Rules", where the young Toby McGuire was taught by the doctor how to do abortions, and they became an abortion tag team, doubling their number of abortions per week! So that's what he had in mind. I didn't let on that I knew because I wanted to see how it played out. I figured if doc could afford a new Bentley, I'll probably rake it in too! As we were doing another clandestine human operation on a handsome young stud, I couldn't help but notice his well-developed body, in fact, he looked like a young bodybuilder, with the classic V-shaped torso, large biceps, huge pectorals, and massive thighs. In fact, before we started, he asked me if he could see my testicles, because doc told him about my implants. He just remarked, "Cool!", then I started administering the Lidocaine to deaden his balls and scrotum. For such a big boy, he had incredibly small testicles, and when I asked if he had undescended testicles as a child as I did, he simply said, "No, they just shrunk because I use juice; you know, steroids". Then it dawned on me, he wants to get rid of his tiny nuts and have horse testicle implants put in, which will make for a huge bulge in his posing suit. Sure enough, once I emasculated that magnificently built boy, doc handed me the equine Neuticles, actually a size up from mine. I held them up for the boy to see, and he said, "That's what I'm talking about!", with the emphasis on "I'm". After making sure the cords were properly tied off and not leaking blood, I implanted the Neuticles, and had a hell of a time getting the scrotum to close, but I managed with doc's help. When I finished up the sutures, quite professionally I might add, I explained, "You are now officially a eunuch, go forth and don't multiply". He laughed, but I know he had no idea what eunuch meant, or what I was inferring. He was the typical former high school jock, built like a brick shit house, and dumber than a box of rocks. But, oh, so nice to look at! I explained how to care for the sutures, and that the bruising would subside in about a week, then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Hey, man, wanna work out with me sometime?". Before he even finished the sentence, I said, "Sure!" and gave him my phone number. Doc congratulated me on doing my first "almost" solo human castration, and then he whispered in my ear, "I have a Shetland pony coming in to be castrated tomorrow", then he winked at me. I immediately blushed. Then he said, "He'll be in the stable tomorrow, and surgery is scheduled for the following day, so I'll want you to come and check on him tomorrow night". He grinned at me, then said, "Goodnight". My erection was now rock hard. It started when Timmy (the boy I just castrated) asked me to work out with him. I came back the next day around 10pm and went to the small stable we have behind the veterinary clinic, which is used as a holding pen for larger animals. This after stopping in the clinic to pick up a tube of Surgilube, a sterile lubricant we use when inserting catheters and such. I walked in, and the solitary animal in there was a beautiful tan and white Shetland pony named Corky. He was scheduled to be gelded the next day. When a horse isn't meant for stud service, in order to make them calmer and less aggressive, they are castrated (gelded) to remove the influence of testosterone. This pony was purchased by a family for their four little girls to ride, so the last thing they wanted was a pony who bucks and throws them off. So Corky was sent to the clinic to have his manhood lopped off. I approached the beautiful animal, and his cock began to drop. That usually happens when they have to urinate, or when they want to mate with a mare in heat. Well, he didn't urinate, so I assumed he liked the way I smelled and wanted to fuck me. I put my hand on his head and said hello, then I ran my hand down his back and to his rump, then I lifted his tail. I got behind him, making sure I wasn't in the line of fire if he decided to kick, squatted down and saw his beautiful balls, smooth and shiny, one white and one tan in color. They were firm and beautifully rounded, and I guessed they were a bit larger than my own. I cupped them each in my hands, palpating them gently, as my cock started to engorge with blood. I said, "Corky, you sure have a nice pair, too bad you're losing them tomorrow". Then I started to lick them alternately, and became almost entranced by their firm, slippery touch on my tongue. My erection was raging in my pants, so I couldn't stand it anymore. I stood up, took off my clothes, then I leaned forward on the railing in front of Corky. He came forward and put his snout between my legs, nuzzling my Neuticles and butthole, then after a minute or so of doing that, he jumped up and mounted me, resting his weight in the railing I was leaning forward against. At this point, his long dangling penis was now a rigid baseball bat coming towards my hole, which I'd lathered up generously with the Surgilube. The "flare" on his penis was pronounced as it reached my pink rosebud, and he stabbed at it repeatedly, so I adjusted the angle of my butt. In one powerful thrust, he rammed it into my lubed up anus, and I saw stars for a moment. Once inside, he began arching his back with each thrust, and given the length of his penis, it felt like it was in my throat. I reached back and grabbed it with one hand to prevent him from perforating my colon. After a number of thrusts, each of which produced a grunt out of him, his body started to quiver and I could feel thick streams of semen being ejaculated into my guts. I've been filled with dog semen before, but it's thin and watery, whereas this felt like I was being injected with something far more substantial! Corky grunted a few more times, then I could feel his penis start to relax and slowly begin to withdraw. The purpose of the flare, designed by nature to act as a plunger in the reverse to pull out the semen of competing stallions, is to ensure that his was the semen that would impregnate the mare. The flare met with a little resistance on the way out, but when it came out, it was with a loud "Plop", which immediately sent a torrent of viscous, gooey, slime out of my asshole. Very much like "Slime" or "J-lube", and it was a continuous flow, so I reached under me to catch it in my hand so I could taste it. It filled my palm, then spilled over in thick ropes as I drew it up to my mouth and took a big gulp. "Mmmm", I thought, "it's quite pleasant", as I savored it and swished it around before swallowing what seemed like a quart of it. "Hey, Corky! Thanks for the protein shake". He just stood there, stomping the ground occasionally, as his penis withdrew into his sheath. "Good luck, tomorrow". Just short of two weeks later, Timmy called and we made a date to work out at his small town gym. He wanted to meet at midnight because no one would be there. I thought, "Oh, he doesn't want to have to wait for a machine or weight bench". In a small town gym, the members get a key, so it's available 24 hours a day. When I arrived, I could see his car parked out front. I walked in and saw him lying naked on a bench, bench pressing around 250 pounds. He said, "Hey, dude, thanks for coming. I'm just warming up". I had to ask, "So, Timmy, do you always work out in the nude?". "Heck, yeah!. That's why I come late at night. They roll up the sidewalks at 9 o'clock in this town, so it's cool". He continued, "The owner, Jud, likes to work out naked too, and that's why he blacked out the windows to about 7 feet up, to keep out prying eyes". Timmy seemed even bigger than he was the day I castrated him, and his new balls were magnificent as he sat there talking to me from the end of the bench, the pair hanging low over the edge. I admired my handiwork and the fact that he was healing nicely with very little bruising. "Dude, what do you want to do first", he asked. "Well, I should probably warm up". He said, "Okay, dude, why don't you lose the threads, and get busy?". I figured, when in Rome, and took off my clothes thinking to myself, "I hope I don't pop a woody, and why does he keep calling me dude? He knows my name". I did some warm-ups, then I said, "I think I'll do some bench presses, can you spot me?. He replied, "Sure, dude", then he set me up with about 45 lbs on the bar, and stood there as I laid myself down on the bench. Once I got down flat, he moved forward, and his balls were nearly touching my nose. "Nice view, I said", then started my reps. He very lightly kept two fingers on the bar as I did my reps, then for the very last one, as I struggled do complete it, he helped me set it on the hooks of the Smith machine. When I released my grip on the bar, I looked up and his foreskin was now touching my nose as his penis started to engorge with blood. It was then that I noticed I had a raging hard-on. He leaned down, kissing me passionately on the lips, then whispered, "I want to fuck you, dude". I briefly hesitated, then I blurted out, "Yes, please!". He raced over to his gym bag and pulled out a tube of lube, all the time his erect cock was pointing to the sky. He came around at the foot of the bench and grabbed my ankles, raising them over my head. He then straddled the bench and put his hands on my rump, lifting me up to reach his mouth. His tongue was like an anaconda that found it's way into my hole, practically licking my prostate gland. I was in ecstasy as his tongue moved in and out of my anus, relaxing my sphincter in anticipation of the main event. He finished his tongue work, then began to slather lube on and into my waiting hole. Once he felt there was enough, he gently let my butt down, then I raised my legs and hooked them under the weight bar, while I grabbed the bar with my hands. My butthole was now at the perfect angle for penetration by this magnificent stud. He got up and put the tip of his cock against my rosebud, and I begged him to plunge it in. And that, he did. The feeling was not unlike when Corky penetrated me. There was a brief bit of stabbing pain, then pure joy as I felt every vein as his manhood slid inside me. He started slow and rhythmic thrusting, as if to be sure I wasn't in pain. Then, when he was assured I was enjoying myself, he began aggressively ramming it in and out of me. He was in a trance-like state, as his animal instincts kicked in. Not unlike a horny Rottweiler who was anxious to set the knot. At this point, he had his hands grasping my upper thighs, and he was humping furiously, as his huge fake balls slapped against my butt cheeks. Then, all of a sudden, he let out a loud roar, not unlike a lion, as he unloaded his baby butter into me, filling me up, not quite as much as Corky, but with a very respectable amount of his seed. His body shuddered as he ejaculated rope after rope of his cum into me, then he stopped. It's a good thing there was a towel under me, because he began to furiously felch out his cum as it poured out of me, some of it landing on the towel. I unhooked my ankles from under the bar, then he gently lowered me down onto the bench as I released my grip on the bar. He laid me down in the massive wet spot, and brought his cum covered lips to mine, kissing me deeply and passionately. Then he stopped kissing me, and whispered, "That was incredible, Johnny; I want the man who castrated me!". I thought to myself, "He called me by my name; I think I'm in love". (to be continued) If you enjoyed my story, please support Nifty.org with your generous donations, and look me up as "Rollerboy" under "Authors" on the home page. That will take you to the other stories I have in the Nifty Archives. And as always, your comments are welcome. Email me at: rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com (disregard any other email addresses). Thank you!