From the PeterFiles:
Betting the Ranch
Peter submits to Judy’s game in the milking stall as she intensifies her psychological and physical control. Judy humiliates him with animalistic comparisons and teases, pushing his boundaries with both manual and machine stimulation. The mood shifts ominously when she introduces a castration tool, describing its use in unsettling detail.
For adult masturbators only – A dark erotic fantasy in three chapters – By Richard Lovel – Copyright 2025 (all rights reserved)
Chapter 2
He felt Judy’s calloused palm close around his shaft. Her grip found him already stiff and wet at the tip. A quick squeeze made him buck and strain against the leather straps.
“Hoo-wee! That’s some scrawny little pecker you got there, city boy. Looks like you brought a pocket knife to a gunfight!” She held the tube next to Peter’s erection and shook her head in mock dismay. “No way this will fit you. I reckon I might need to dig up one of the puppy sleeves from the kennel. Maw breeds cocker spaniels, you know. Your dick ain’t much bigger than theirs.”
Peter struggled to process conflicting emotions. Arousal despite her mockery. Or perhaps because of it.
Next she focused on his testicles. Her fingers palpitated each gland separately, as if squeezing plums to judge their ripeness. The restraints creaked as he instinctively tried to close his legs.
“You ever see a heifer about to be milked, cousin? She’s got a big ol’ saggy udder full of milk, and a long ol’ floppy teat hanging down between her legs, just waitin’ for somebody to squeeze it. You ought to hear her moo when her bags are real full and she’s needin’ to let down. That’s just about what you look like right now.”
She ran a finger along the underside of Peter’s shaft. His cock twitched, and a fresh drop of pre-cum formed at the tip.
With a flick of her wrist, she smacked his scrotum. Peter bit his tongue to stifle a groan. “Look at ‘em swing. Judging by this, I’d say you’re ready to let down. You want me to show you how a country girl milks a cow, Peter?”
Peter whimpered. “Please, Judy… .”
“Well, I don’t know, little cousin. How bad do you need milkin’? I don’t hear nothin’.”
Peter didn’t understand, or didn’t want to.
“Come on now.” Judy coaxed. Her hand wrapped loosely around his erection, barely present. “Let me hear you. Bulls grunt, stallions whinny, and cows go…” She left the sentence hanging.
His penis twitched in her loose grip. He bit his lip. “…m…” The sound was barely an exhalation.
“What’s that?” Judy prompted, her grip tightening slightly. “Didn’t quite catch it.”
“…m…moo…” Peter muttered.
“Louder,” her fingers sliding up his shaft with agonizing slowness. “Like you mean it.”
Something snapped. Peter surrendered to her game, to his own shameful needs.
“…moo… Oh please, Judy, milk me… Moo, MOO, MOOOO…”
Judy laughed with joy at breaking him. She began to stroke him in earnest. “That’s my good little heifer. Knew you’d take to ranch life if I showed you proper.”
The pace of her strokes gradually increased, from teasing flicks to full, insistent pulls, She milked him as she might a valuable stud bull.
“Keep mooing. Let me hear how bad you need it.”
He mooed. He moaned. A dumb creature entirely in the girl’s control.
“Don’t hold out on me, city boy,” she ordered. “Let your milk down. You got one job here, and that’s to make a mess.”
Her words—crude, commanding—pushed him over the edge. His body convulsed in the straps.
“I’m—I—Judy, I’m—“
His penis erupted, shooting a thick stream of semen onto the mat below. Judy kept stroking until the last drop of his male essence oozed out in a weak, pathetic dribble. She wiped her hand on his bare thigh and gave his balls a final, affectionate slap.
“Atta boy.” Judy patted his backside, her touch gentle now. “Bet you’ll be braggin’ about it to all your little city friends how you tricked your country cousin into jerking you off.”
She left him there, bound and spent, “I gotta go get somethin’. You rest up now,” she called over her shoulder.
Peter lay slumped in the sling, his spent penis shrunken, inner thighs tacky with drying semen. He wondered what twisted, wonderful torment his cousin had planned next.
~ ~ ~
Judy returned, carrying another plastic receiver tube. “Hope you enjoyed your warm-up, cousin. You ready for the main event?”
She knelt behind him. Peter couldn’t see what she was doing, but he felt her fingers grasp his penis.
“This is the ‘small animal’ receiver. Still might be a bit roomy for you, but I think it’ll get the job done. Hold still now,”
Judy slowly slid the tube over his length. The inside gripped with a series of soft, gummy bumps, rolling rolled along his shaft like a thousand tiny fingers, teasing and tantalizing.
“Now for the bag strap.” Peter felt her slip something elastic around the base of his scrotum, just behind his testicles. The slight pressure was uncomfortable without being painful, creating a strange but not unpleasant sensation.
“That strap keeps the receiver from slipping off if the animal can’t stay hard. A lot of first-timers can’t get it up. But you’re a quick learner. Ready?”
She didn’t wait for his answer and flicked a switch. The tube surrounding his penis contracted, the internal ridges sliding over his skin in a pulsating wave. The vacuum pulled and drew him in. Peter gasped, his entire body jerking against the restraints.
Judy circled around to his front and crouched down, sitting cross-legged on the floor so that her bare breasts were at his exact eye level. Then she leaned forward, putting her nipples just inches from his face.
“Please, Judy… Please, may I…?”
She giggled and scooted closer, taking his head in her hands. “Sure, honey, go on ahead.”
Peter latched onto her breast, mouth enveloping her nipple. Judy stroked his hair, cradling his head like an infant’s. She moaned softly, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. “That’s it, Peter. Nurse me while I milk you.”
Peter matched the rhythm of the extractor, suckling in time with its pulsations. The dual stimulation—giving and receiving suck—drove him rapidly toward the edge of climax. He strained against the restraints, seeking to thrust deeper into the embrace of the receiver.
“You gettin’ close, little cow? I can tell. Boys look so dumb when they’re about to pop.”
Judy watched his face contort with approaching orgasm. Just before the pleasure peaked, she pulled her breast away and flicked off the machine, leaving him hanging. His penis twitched in the sleeve, desperate for another pulse, but found only the ache of denial. He whimpered, defeated.
She stood and readjusted her tank top beneath her bare breasts. There was a new note in her voice — still playful, but edged harder.
“Hold your horses, Peter. We ain’t through yet. I got something else to show you.”
She retrieved an object from a rack—a metal tool resembling a cross between fireplace tongs and bolt cutters. She hefted it in her hands.
“Know what this is?”
Peter shifted uncomfortably, his erection flagging as a cold knot formed in his stomach. “N…No, Judy, I don’t,” he stammered, his voice higher than usual.
“This here’s what we use on the bulls we don’t want for breedin’. It’s called a Burdizzo. A bloodless castrator.”
Castrator. His testicles tightened reflexively, attempting to retreat into his body.
She parted the handles to reveal the pliers-like clamps. “You want to see how it works? “
Moving behind him, she reached between his spread legs and grasped his glands in her hand, pulling them down away from his body. “The Burdizzo goes right here, above the testicles,” He felt the cold jaws press against the base of his scrotum. “You line it up with the cords, then give it a good, hard squeeze. Like this—Bam!”
She snapped the handles together, snapping the jaws harmlessly a hair’s breadth from his sac. Peter flinched at the sound.
“It don’t cut their balls off, it just breaks something inside, so in a couple of weeks their glands sort of wither away, and their bags just hang loose and empty. No blood, no mess. The poor bastard don’t even know what’s happened until he figures out he ain’t got the urge to fuck.”
She giggled and tapped the side of his thigh with the flat of the Burdizzo. “Or in your case, that your chronic masturbator days are over. For good.”
Terror, cold and electric, seized him.
“Judy… please…”
She ignored his plea and contemplated the tool between her palms. “You know what I do to the bulls? I like to milk ‘em while I do it. Give ‘em one last big shot before the lights go out.”
His situation was horribly clear: the extractor attached to his penis; his helplessness in the restraints; the isolated breeding barn. And the Burdizzo in the hands of his cousin as she sank deeper into her weird obsession. His mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to force words out.
“Uh… Judy…” He struggled to sound casual rather than terrified. “I really have enjoyed this afternoon. Thanks for showing me the breeding barn, but I think it’s getting near supper time and we really ought to get back to the house now…”
Judy waved the Burdizzo dismissively. “Naw, there ain’t no hurry. We got plenty of time left to show you how this gizmo works.”
~ ~ ~ Continued
Chapter Index
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
RL-2025-12-17