At what age were you aware of castration?

[cutnbulls2ox (imported)]

Had an uncle who had a ranch outside (I am not making this up) Muleshoe, Texas. On several occasions I was there when they were branding and gelding calves. Invariably, the cowboys would grab somebody, pull their pants down, grab their balls and carry them to where the gelding was going on. Never got beyond the 'play' part but it was a clear lesson and demonstration in castration, how to do it, it's purposes and....how it might be applied to a man.

Haha, our dangling balls are just too tempting to ignore whenever any gelding is going on. Its like our balls just beg to be steered by swinging so vulnerable, proud, and easy to access. How did the intended guys react to their mock castrations ? Any of them get erect as they got carried to the cutters. I m guessing some men whispered they wouldn t mind offering their balls to the gelder s talents for real.

[Brycenosak (imported)]

Same as others here, grew up on a dairy farm. I guess about 8 years old. Thats about the age when you start getting involved in farm activities? My job was to feed the calves. I think it was a neighbour that came to 'cut them'. I had the process and reason explained to me as I was quite fond of my charges and didnt want them harmed. I had no reason to even think of what testicles were and for prior to this. I watched the whole process. In a stall, the man would pull hard on the sack and slice the end off. The balls just popped into view. He then pulled these down, twisting them and sliced the cords off. Someone else would rub some powder on the wound and the steer would be let go. The balls would go in a bucket. The rubber rings were used after this season. Our bull Sante, was a huge jersey. His massive nuts would almost touch the ground. It seemed to me that you could be a steer, without balls, get to hang out and play with your mates or a grumpy bull, alone in his paddock. To be let with the girls once a year. I was very aware of the presence or absence of testicles from then on, and found my self fascinated with them. I would cut them off a dead animal and disect them. During puberty, with my circumsise damaged penis, painful erections etc. I often wondered if I would be better off without them. But soon learned the attributes of their contribution to being a male, and enjoyed them. 25 years later, I was castrated

[cutnbulls2ox (imported)]

With all the joking and playing around, men are testing to see how the other men react

to the idea of castrating a man.

I ve heard lots of men saying maybe to getting their own balls castrated after they finished having their kids. With the other men around them looking all serious, as if they too have thought about getting gelded after their fertility is seen as risking unwanted kids, especially if they are sleeping around on the side and risking another woman getting pregnant.

Almost every man thinks about getting his balls cut and wonders what it would feel like and living with no manhood after that. The honest men admit to thinking about it. The others nod or stay quiet.

You must have been off limits as jail bait and a city boy who was too likely to go to the police if anyone came on seriously to you.

But with all the talk and playing around, there have to be a lot of men who dared each other or made bets that led to men getting castrated with the livestock. It had to happen a lot down through the years of all those men gelding livestock.

[cutnbulls2ox (imported)]

Same as others here, grew up on a dairy farm. I guess about 8 years old. Thats about the age when you start getting involved in farm activities? My job was to feed the calves. I think it was a neighbour that came to 'cut them'. I had the process and reason explained to me as I was quite fond of my charges and didnt want them harmed. I had no reason to even think of what testicles were and for prior to this. I watched the whole process. In a stall, the man would pull hard on the sack and slice the end off. The balls just popped into view. He then pulled these down, twisting them and sliced the cords off. Someone else would rub some powder on the wound and the steer would be let go. The balls would go in a bucket. The rubber rings were used after this season. Our bull Sante, was a huge jersey. His massive nuts would almost touch the ground. It seemed to me that you could be a steer, without balls, get to hang out and play with your mates or a grumpy bull, alone in his paddock. To be let with the girls once a year. I was very aware of the presence or absence of testicles from then on, and found my self fascinated with them. I would cut them off a dead animal and disect them. During puberty, with my circumsise damaged penis, painful erections etc. I often wondered if I would be better off without them. But soon learned the attributes of their contribution to being a male, and enjoyed them. 25 years later, I was castrated

You even went ahead and did it to your scrotum after all those years too. That idea finally came true by accident and you joined the steers against your will just for being so responsible and getting yourself sterilized like so many men do with no problems from it. You got unlucky and paid a huge price for sterility. But you sure handled it really well !

[Brycenosak (imported)]

You even went ahead and did it to your scrotum after all those years too. That idea finally came true by accident and you joined the steers against your will just for being so responsible and getting yourself sterilized like so many men do with no problems from it. You got unlucky and paid a huge price for sterility. But you sure handled it really well !

You are correct cutnbulls. It was the only part of the whole process I had control over. I didnt start the job, but I sure as hell finished it. 16 years after being castrated, I finally feel 'complete'. Was not something I expected at all, but it is good. Thanks to the learned contributors to the EA, I am comfortable to feel that way. I hope to reciprocate in some way.

[cutnbulls2ox (imported)]

LewTroop,

You had a lot of interesting experiences around a lot of hyper masculine men.

To me what determines if a man is straight or gay is his choice. If he has a fully willing man and woman in front of him, and both are willing to have sex with him, and are of equal attractiveness, friendly, healthy, sexy, etc., a straight man will choose the woman over the man for his sex partner. A gay man will choose the man over the woman for his sex partner.

I think most men can enjoy sex with both men and women. Men are built to breed and impregnate anything they can. Sex play doesn t really tell you if a man is gay or straight. I think sex play is just horny males enjoying whoever is around to play with, male or female. I think that s a normal male behavior for straight, bi, or gay men. Men enjoy sex and will use whoever is nearby and willing.

I think you are very right that wondering about castration is far more common in men than seeking or planning to get castrated. Like wondering about gay sex among straight men is common. Planning it and seeking out gay sex is less common in straight men.

Since many gay men are very masculine, its hard to know if the men you were around were gay or simply horny and had no women available to have sex with. But a hyper masculine gay man would enjoy those all male settings and that horse play with lots of masculine men.

I d bet if a study was done, the men most familiar with, and most in contact with, any kind of castrating of livestock or men, would be far more open to giving up their own balls some day than men who have no personal knowledge or experience with castrating. It only makes sense that the men doing any cutting are more willing to get cut themselves under the right conditions. And I think you are right that those men are far more likely to understand and respect a man who is willing to get gelded..

[thoughtful1998 (imported)]

I wonder how much started to be excited by the thought of castration when they became aware of it.

[Twinsenboy (imported)]

Castration was always my favorite fantasy. I loved reading twisted comics when I was young, where men got their dicks and nuts hurt. Then, during puberty when our balls grew, I was fascinated by the sight of the muscular boys on class when they where in the showers showing their big, low hung ballsacks. When I came home, I googled testicles and came across one certain story where two boys were castrated at a youth prison. I think I was about 13 or 14 years old. Never been the same since.. The fantasy got a serious upgrade. Just knowing older men out there would have such an interest in my own young balls, it was intensely scary and arousing at the same time.

[Bentboi22 (imported)]

I remember tucking my genitals between my legs when I was a little boy to see what it would be like without them. But I don't think I had heard of castration at that age.

By the time I was 7 or 8, I knew that animals like dogs were sometimes fixed, and at I think 9 I had seen it done on a family friend's farm. So really, it seemed matter of fact to me, although I didn't think about whether it was ever done to people.

By the time I was about 10, my school friends and I knew that men were sometimes castrated, though we had some pretty silly misapprehensions, e.g., we thought that the pitch of your voice changed and would tease one another. I didn't really become familiar with the effects until I was about 15. I was gay at a time when it was still considered a disorder and had sexual difficulties besides that were making my life pretty miserable. My parents sent me to see a psychiatrist and at some point, he mentioned castration and my parents discussed it with me. I wasn't averse to it, but I was told that I'd have to wait until my bone plates closed. That didn't happen until I was 17 or 18, and I went off to college, and I'd also taken estrogen in the meantime which tamed my sex drive some. So the issue was never mentioned again. I did however think about it on and off.

Interestingly, it was only years later that the idea of castration and penectomy became sexually appealing to me -- I think I must have been in my late 20's. I had a nightmare and after that, I spent something like a week masturbating with a kitchen knife against my cock. I suspect this had more to do with my gender dysphoria than with my childhood experiences, but it's really hard to say.

[cutnbulls2ox (imported)]

I remember tucking my genitals between my legs when I was a little boy to see what it would be like without them. But I don't think I had heard of castration at that age.

By the time I was 7 or 8, I knew that animals like dogs were sometimes fixed, and at I think 9 I had seen it done on a family friend's farm. So really, it seemed matter of fact to me, although I didn't think about whether it was ever done to people.

By the time I was about 10, my school friends and I knew that men were sometimes castrated, though we had some pretty silly misapprehensions, e.g., we thought that the pitch of your voice changed and would tease one another. I didn't really become familiar with the effects until I was about 15. I was gay at a time when it was still considered a disorder and had sexual difficulties besides that were making my life pretty miserable. My parents sent me to see a psychiatrist and at some point, he mentioned castration and my parents discussed it with me. I wasn't averse to it, but I was told that I'd have to wait until my bone plates closed. That didn't happen until I was 17 or 18, and I went off to college, and I'd also taken estrogen in the meantime which tamed my sex drive some. So the issue was never mentioned again. I did however think about it on and off.

Interestingly, it was only years later that the idea of castration and penectomy became sexually appealing to me -- I think I must have been in my late 20's. I had a nightmare and after that, I spent something like a week masturbating with a kitchen knife against my cock. I suspect this had more to do with my gender dysphoria than with my childhood experiences, but it's really hard to say.

Fu....ing scary adults you grew up with ! With help like that, who needs enemies !