A fathers regret
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
A young stallion challenges a his father the herd leader. when he looses his father faces a tough choice and some regret.
Many times a young stallion will issue a challenge to one of the lead
stallions in the herd. It is up to the older stallion if he accepts or not,
but it is considered a great dishonour to not accept. This is why a challenge
is always accepted. Usually it is at this point that the young stud backs
down. There is no dishonour in this, and nobody looks down on the young studs
if they back down. Sure their mates may tease them for a bit, but not for
long. After all a lot is at stake if it comes down to battle.

If the young stud beats the stallion he challenged, he gains his position in
the herd. All the former stallions mares are his, as is his right to mate.
However if he loses then the stallion he challenged is charged with preventing
the young stud from ever mating. It is his duty to geld the challenger, to
refuse such a task means banishment and gelding.

That was Blairs dilemma as he looked upon the prone form tied securely to the
table. Normally it would be a pleasure to geld the young stallion now securely
tied to the table. Certainly he had won the right to wield the blade that
would deprive this youth of his equine pride. To deny him forever the
pleasures a mare could provide. To cut short his line, never allowing him the
fortune of having offspring. This time it was different. He felt sorry for the
young stallion, regretted what he must do.

He should have refused the challenge at the start. Honour had forbade it, but
the herd might have understood. They could not have faulted him for refusing
to battle his own son. Yet he had accepted the challenge in the hopes that
Rhoan would back down. Not that he had. Rhoan had been sure his father would
step down without a fight, never believing that his own father could geld him.
In the end neither one had budged, the battle went ahead.

It was a good fight, the opponents equally matched. In the end it came down to
experience, and though Blair won it felt to him as if he had lost.

Now he stood before the gelding table, knife in hand. Rhoan tied securely, his
bag cinched tight with moist rawhide strips. His eyes open wide as he pleaded,
begged for his release. Desperate to remain a stallion. Never would he feel
the velvet folds of a mares pussy. So much was to be denied him now. If only
he had waited. The herd would have been his in a few years. Blair had intended
to hand over the reins and retire, now he would have to wait.

“I’m sorry”

Blair sighed as he grasped the already cool bag and drew the sharp knife
between the two rawhide strips  

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