madnomadtoo (imported) wrote: Fri Jul 13, 2018 6:50 pm
Hey, that's because we find out how expensive the little critters are. And they wreck your cars, too.
Hahaha, that s why I m a non breeder bull by choice ! Let other men do their duty and raise all those kids !
My first exposure to castration was roughly around 5 years old, although I admit I didn't understand at the time what was going on. My grandparents lived next door and owned a beef farm. I was always hanging out with my grandfather and one day I walked in the calf barn and my grandfather and uncle were "steering" a calf. Fast forward to about 13 and my cousin got a new dog. They took it to have it "fixed", and my aunt, who worked in a vet's office, explained to me what it meant. But it was only a passing conversation. My real epiphany was about 16. I was taking an agriculture class in school, and we were discussing livestock, and castration was a natural part of that. Throw in the Pirates of the Caribbean movie discussing eunuchs, and my curiosity led to me googling it, and I was hooked.
I sometimes think I seemed to have had thoughts akin to some of the stories I read here now. The "normal" thought-pattern for most here (and elsewhere I guess) seems to be a childhood fearful interest in the subject. But I was totally all for it, around 9 or 10. I knew I was gay already, but got along with everyone at school, especially the girls. I never, ever wanted to BE a girl, but I liked their freedom; freedom of clothing (can dress as boy or girl), freedom of movement, freedom of sports choices (ballet or hockey). I was a shrimp, too, and was coddled by the girls in my class a bit; the 'little brother' who's harmless. Anyway, I stole a ballet outfit from a friends sister and loved wearing it and wished it was okay for me to, and this lead to castration thoughts, specifically fantasies about it being normal to castrate gay/wimpy kids like me and let us live as 'in-betweens' (my word for it at the time), neither boy nor girl, able to act like the less extreme versions of 'boy' and 'girl' but never all the way either one. Loved imagining my crotch being ball-less with a little dot of a penis and being included in both sexes' play. Even though puberty wasn't due for me until age 14 or so, I played with my boner starting at 9, and these thoughts came very soon after.
When I was 13 and exploring in the attic I came across a rather risque historical novel. I was flicking through it at random when I came across a section where a young soldier is captured when trying to infiltrate a Sultan's castle. He is taken to the courtyard where he is stripped and is to be impaled. As he is being lifted on to the stake he is spotted by the Sultan's daughter, she gestures to the soldiers and he is taken down. He is taken away and handed over to the Sultan's eunuchs, instead of killing him they shave his body and cut off his testicles. He subsequently becomes the Sultan's daughter favorite eunuch. Several years later he escapes and returns home to his fiancee, unfortunately for her he isn't a man any more. I found all this strangely erotic and had one of my first masturbation sessions.
It would be fascinating to know how many males in puberty and older had an erotic reaction to the idea of castrating a man on their first time of encountering it ?
I bet it is a high perecntage of dicks getting erect from first hearing about castrating men.
Its such a taboo subject and automatically one that every man is supposed to fear and dread. When your dick gets erect from it, men wonder why and what s wrong with them to get sexually excited by what should terrify them.
But I bet the percentage of men and teens sexually excited by the castrating of a man in books and stories they hear is a high percentage of dicks getting hard from it and all wondering if other men have this same turn on from it ?
Its not too big a leap to go from cutting part of your son s dick off for mere looks, to cutting his balls off him for even greater changes in his mind and body from being castrated before he can say no and fight it.
I may have posted this before, that I had a massive stiffy in the operating theatre, complete with precum staining the gown. It was incredibly arousing and embarrasing at the same time. Was my cock saying goodbye to my balls? It was pretty deflated when I woke up ball less
