This little caption story was originally made by Master Roland. A far superior man who had an amazing blog featuring his view of the Black New World Order. This white boi has attempted to capture the magic of its superior by editing and enhancing the tale to the best of its ability. Please enjoy!*
GELDING TIME ON A SMALL FARM IN THE SUDAN
This white livestock has been a good plow slave and working mule since a very young age. As it has aged, it has now become aggressive and has erections almost all the time while working. His owners have decided that this inferior is not suited to breed due to its role on the farm and its small genitalia. It has learned to pull the plow and dig water holes and irrigation ditches, which it must focus on. Its pathetic clit and tiny balls are a distraction causing it to become overly aggressive when it should be obedient.
Now that summer is ending and the cool autumn is upon us, it is a good time for this livestock to be gelded, giving it time to heal before returning to the fields in the spring.
It has returned to the courtyard after plowing the earth for the last time this season, over 12 hours of hard labor! It is looking forward to its stall and some water and its ration of gruel but it is quickly dragged closer to the main house by its rope. It has no idea what is going on, confused, wondering what is about to happen as it is tied securely, legs behind its head, genitals in full view. Its master’s father grabs its balls and feels them. Squeezing them to test their inferiority and begins to tug on them to see how low they can hang. Its white cocklet grows stiff from the attention and it is happy for grandfather's touch, a bead of precum forming. The livestock’s master speaks, “Mule be still now and it will be over quickly.” It now can guess at its fate; to become the ball-less limp clit white mule it should have always been from birth.
It thinks to struggle but it has been restrained well and the tightening grasp on its nuts lets it know that it is too late. Grandfather smirks knowingly and tells his son to push the mule’s head up. “It must watch so that it can know. Mule you are being gelded. You have no use for these since you will not be used to breed." It tries to struggle anyways but grandfather pulls hard on its balls pulling the scrotum as far as he can. He places one arm of the burdizzo under his foot and pulls on the white mule’s sack until the burdizzo can clamp down just above its left testicle. Then he clamps down hard! The mule jerks and screams, tears running down its face as it loses one of its balls to the clamp. The mule’s willpower dissipates and it has accepted its fate. As a result, Grandfather is slower this time. He gently lines up the burdizzo and counts down, reassuring the white livestock that this is for the best. "Three, Two, One."
The mule’s cock evacuates its last useless seed as the metal jaws clamp its final ball. Inferior white semen drips down its quickly wilting cock and down between its legs onto the dirt of Sudan in a futile attempt to fertilize something in this world. Safely clamped, Grandfather then quickly takes his knife and frees the mule of its dead orbs, stitching what remains of its sack closed.
The mule is left unceremoniously roped in the courtyard. The children come and play but their father tells them all to leave the mule alone. Left in solitude, the white mule cries.
Hours later it is startled by a bucket of water that is thrown upon it and it feels its master pulling it up to its feet and is lead from the courtyard back to its stall. It can’t help but notice the space between its hind legs as it walks. It feels its limp dick swing against its left leg and then its right, knowing it will never have an erection again. Master puts it in its stall and throws some meat scraps and fruit peels into its gruel as a reward and is told to eat and get some sleep.
The mule goes down on all fours as it has been accustomed. As it begins to eat, it then feels its master run his hands up and down between its hind legs over the fresh scar. “Mule you will enjoy life much better now that those distractions have been cut off. As a further reward for not fighting as hard as I thought you would you can worship my cock and I will let you eat my seed. I think I will begin making you suck my cock while we are in the fields. Yes, Now you are also suited for that work.” he is happy, imagining taking things further by bending his neutered mule over its plow.
“Mule stop eating and feast now on your master’s cock!" The white livestock rushed over obediently, gently accepting its master's cock into its mouth despite never having done so before. “Take it all down your throat until I tell you that you have taken enough,” its master said forcefully, pulling the mule’s mouth further along. Soon the white neuter grows more passionate about its purpose steadily gaining a good rhythm, almost as if it was natural.
“AHHH my good mule, I should have done this sooner!”
GELDING TIME ON A SMALL FARM IN THE SUDAN
This white livestock has been a good plow slave and working mule since a very young age. As it has aged, it has now become aggressive and has erections almost all the time while working. His owners have decided that this inferior is not suited to breed due to its role on the farm and its small genitalia. It has learned to pull the plow and dig water holes and irrigation ditches, which it must focus on. Its pathetic clit and tiny balls are a distraction causing it to become overly aggressive when it should be obedient.
Now that summer is ending and the cool autumn is upon us, it is a good time for this livestock to be gelded, giving it time to heal before returning to the fields in the spring.
It has returned to the courtyard after plowing the earth for the last time this season, over 12 hours of hard labor! It is looking forward to its stall and some water and its ration of gruel but it is quickly dragged closer to the main house by its rope. It has no idea what is going on, confused, wondering what is about to happen as it is tied securely, legs behind its head, genitals in full view. Its master’s father grabs its balls and feels them. Squeezing them to test their inferiority and begins to tug on them to see how low they can hang. Its white cocklet grows stiff from the attention and it is happy for grandfather's touch, a bead of precum forming. The livestock’s master speaks, “Mule be still now and it will be over quickly.” It now can guess at its fate; to become the ball-less limp clit white mule it should have always been from birth.
It thinks to struggle but it has been restrained well and the tightening grasp on its nuts lets it know that it is too late. Grandfather smirks knowingly and tells his son to push the mule’s head up. “It must watch so that it can know. Mule you are being gelded. You have no use for these since you will not be used to breed." It tries to struggle anyways but grandfather pulls hard on its balls pulling the scrotum as far as he can. He places one arm of the burdizzo under his foot and pulls on the white mule’s sack until the burdizzo can clamp down just above its left testicle. Then he clamps down hard! The mule jerks and screams, tears running down its face as it loses one of its balls to the clamp. The mule’s willpower dissipates and it has accepted its fate. As a result, Grandfather is slower this time. He gently lines up the burdizzo and counts down, reassuring the white livestock that this is for the best. "Three, Two, One."
The mule’s cock evacuates its last useless seed as the metal jaws clamp its final ball. Inferior white semen drips down its quickly wilting cock and down between its legs onto the dirt of Sudan in a futile attempt to fertilize something in this world. Safely clamped, Grandfather then quickly takes his knife and frees the mule of its dead orbs, stitching what remains of its sack closed.
The mule is left unceremoniously roped in the courtyard. The children come and play but their father tells them all to leave the mule alone. Left in solitude, the white mule cries.
Hours later it is startled by a bucket of water that is thrown upon it and it feels its master pulling it up to its feet and is lead from the courtyard back to its stall. It can’t help but notice the space between its hind legs as it walks. It feels its limp dick swing against its left leg and then its right, knowing it will never have an erection again. Master puts it in its stall and throws some meat scraps and fruit peels into its gruel as a reward and is told to eat and get some sleep.
The mule goes down on all fours as it has been accustomed. As it begins to eat, it then feels its master run his hands up and down between its hind legs over the fresh scar. “Mule you will enjoy life much better now that those distractions have been cut off. As a further reward for not fighting as hard as I thought you would you can worship my cock and I will let you eat my seed. I think I will begin making you suck my cock while we are in the fields. Yes, Now you are also suited for that work.” he is happy, imagining taking things further by bending his neutered mule over its plow.
“Mule stop eating and feast now on your master’s cock!" The white livestock rushed over obediently, gently accepting its master's cock into its mouth despite never having done so before. “Take it all down your throat until I tell you that you have taken enough,” its master said forcefully, pulling the mule’s mouth further along. Soon the white neuter grows more passionate about its purpose steadily gaining a good rhythm, almost as if it was natural.
“AHHH my good mule, I should have done this sooner!”
