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All characters belong to their creator. Do not distribute without all copyright notices and disclaimers intact.\n\nWriting this story does not constitute endorsement of the events depicted herein by the author. Readers are explicitly discouraged from engaging in any activities that are illegal or harmful to themselves or others. \n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"Mom, it hurts,\" Joel whimpered, trying to get his fingers around the elastrator band tightly fastened around the base of his scrotum.\n\n\"I?m sorry, son,\" she replied. \"Leave it alone; it will feel better in a few days.\"\n\nThe kid whimpered again. His mother felt sorry for him, yet she knew there was nothing she could do. Ever since their family had been rounded up and put in the livestock house, their autonomy had plummeted. As she stood at the sink and looked out the window of the one-room clapboard building, she sighed on seeing the farmhands coming.\n\nThey were polite enough, but the whips they carried at their hips - and the fact they wore clothes while she and her family were kept naked - left no question that the lions were in charge and they, the goats, lived and breathed at the pleasure of their masters.\n\n\"Morning, Mrs. Capra,\" the one said, tipping his cowboy hat to her. \"It?s time for your morning milking.\"\n\nShe exhaled slowly.\n\n\"As you wish,\" she said.\n\n\"Boss says to bring Joel, too,\" the farmhand said.\n\nHer eye twitched. Her heart tried to race, but she took another breath.\n\n\"Come, Joel,\" she said.\n\n\"But, Mom, it hurts!\"\n\n\"Never mind that,\" she said, her words soft yet piercing.\n\nWincing, the kid got to his feet. His scrotum stood out from his body, dark purple and angry-looking against his white underside. She took his hand then walked with the farmhands to the milking barn.\n\nIt was not Joel?s first time at the milking barn, and he knew to be quiet as his mother lay on the milking bench and waited for her wrists and ankles to be fastened to its legs. He did not understand why she flinched when the farmhands roughly grabbed her tits, why her tears moistened the dry dirt below her as they groped her and noisily squeezed the milk from her teats into a metal pail.\n\n\"Capra?\" a farmhand with a clipboard asked as they untied her and helped her to her feet.\n\n\"Yeah,\" one of the farmhands replied.\n\n\"Breeding day.\"\n\nMrs. Capra gasped. \"No, please! My husband just bred me yesterday!\"\n\nDespite her pleading, she was led to a back room of the breeding barn with Joel in tow. Her legs were spread wide and tied to posts, her wrists tied to a bar in front of her. 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(c) 2024 Jack Doe. All characters belong to their creator. Do not distribute without all copyright notices and disclaimers intact.

Writing this story does not constitute endorsement of the events depicted herein by the author. Readers are explicitly discouraged from engaging in any activities that are illegal or harmful to themselves or others.

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"Mom, it hurts," Joel whimpered, trying to get his fingers around the elastrator band tightly fastened around the base of his scrotum.

"I?m sorry, son," she replied. "Leave it alone; it will feel better in a few days."

The kid whimpered again. His mother felt sorry for him, yet she knew there was nothing she could do. Ever since their family had been rounded up and put in the livestock house, their autonomy had plummeted. As she stood at the sink and looked out the window of the one-room clapboard building, she sighed on seeing the farmhands coming.

They were polite enough, but the whips they carried at their hips - and the fact they wore clothes while she and her family were kept naked - left no question that the lions were in charge and they, the goats, lived and breathed at the pleasure of their masters.

"Morning, Mrs. Capra," the one said, tipping his cowboy hat to her. "It?s time for your morning milking."

She exhaled slowly.

"As you wish," she said.

"Boss says to bring Joel, too," the farmhand said.

Her eye twitched. Her heart tried to race, but she took another breath.

"Come, Joel," she said.

"But, Mom, it hurts!"

"Never mind that," she said, her words soft yet piercing.

Wincing, the kid got to his feet. His scrotum stood out from his body, dark purple and angry-looking against his white underside. She took his hand then walked with the farmhands to the milking barn.

It was not Joel?s first time at the milking barn, and he knew to be quiet as his mother lay on the milking bench and waited for her wrists and ankles to be fastened to its legs. He did not understand why she flinched when the farmhands roughly grabbed her tits, why her tears moistened the dry dirt below her as they groped her and noisily squeezed the milk from her teats into a metal pail.

"Capra?" a farmhand with a clipboard asked as they untied her and helped her to her feet.

"Yeah," one of the farmhands replied.

"Breeding day."

Mrs. Capra gasped. "No, please! My husband just bred me yesterday!"

Despite her pleading, she was led to a back room of the breeding barn with Joel in tow. Her legs were spread wide and tied to posts, her wrists tied to a bar in front of her. Joel was put in a cage and made to watch as a young buck, strung out on artificial pheromones, raped her over and over.

"Mommy," he whimpered, "Why are you crying?"

At last, they released her and escorted her and her son back to the house.

"Penny!"

Aghast, her husband rushed forward and took her in his arms.

"Edmund!"

A single sob was all the self-pity she allowed herself.

"What have you done?" the buck growled at the farmhands.

"Nothing, compared what we?re about to do to you," the farmhand replied, inclining his head towards two solid posts set into the ground a little wider than shoulder-width apart.

"Easy, Edmund," the other said warily, his hand on his whip, "You knew this day was coming."

Edmund closed his eyes, exhaled, then let go of his wife and turned to the farmhands.

"It?s a cruel thing you?re about to do," he said grimly.

The farmhands didn?t answer. Instead, each took him by the shoulder. In no time, they had his ankles tied to the posts, giving easy access to his heavy sack. Then, they bent him at the waist and tied his wrists to his ankles, making sure he couldn?t fight back.

"Mommy, what are they doing?" Joel cried.

"Look away, son," she said, shielding his eyes.

"No," the farmhand growled. "Make him watch. Let him appreciate that band around his nuts."

"Come here and see," the other farmhand said, motioning for him to stand right behind his father.

Once the kid was in place, each farmhand plunged his pocket knife into Edmund?s scrotum and yanked downward. Edmund let out a piteous bleat as they reached in and each grabbed a testicle.

"Oh, come now," one scolded, "Even your son made less of a fuss."

Then they both yanked down and back, emasculating him in front of his wife and son.

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