The other method they used was for the more aggressive bulls they'd place a band on their balls and jump out of the way while the bull was in the cattle crush. I watched those in the field it usually took about ten days for the balls to wither and die.
I became obsessed with Castration the thought wouldn't leave my mind and it turned out I enjoyed the taste and texture of balls. I decided that I would have to try and band my balls to see what it felt like, I couldn't do it when my parents were on holiday as my mother always put my cock in a chastity device so it would have to be a Thursday night as that was the only time no one else was at home.
That night I washed and got ready I lay naked on my bed and while I didn't have access to an elastrator I could make a tourniquet around my balls using knotted leather strips from my leatherwork class. I did so watching the leather bite into the flesh of my scrotum and seeing it change colour the veins standing out I lasted 4 minutes before panicking and cutting it free, I gathered my wits and played back what scared me before tyring again this time I lasted 6 minutes before setting myself free this time there was a moment of pain and pleasure that was what I was after. Over the remaining five hours I had the house to myself I experimented with cutting the flow off to my balls and seeing how long I could last watching the skin blacken, feeling them in my hand holding them right up until I could no longer feel them as they'd gone numb, I pressed down hard on m left testicle to see if I could feel it and there was just the slightest degree of pain I waited a few more minutes and squeezed it again nothing it was now two hours since I'd banded my balls they were swollen and black so I cut them free that sensation of the blood and the pins and needles? Like nothing I'd ever felt before a white hot cutting sensation almost as if your balls had actually been cut.

It took three days for them to recover from the trauma and I found myself looking forward to the next Thursday this time I decided I would also band my cock the same way as my balls. I had gathered up enough leather strips and had a plan to lube the base of my cock to help get the tourniquet as tight as possible, I'd also shaven my balls for the same reason. All Thursday all I could do was think about that night I couldn't focus on anything else and it affected my classwork.
That night though once everyone had gone I waited forty five minutes just to be sure and then retired to my room, stripped and got myself ready, I rubbed lube into my scrotum and around the base of my cock which was already hard from the thought of what I was about to do, I had five hours to myself from the minute I began so I cut off the blood supply to my testes first and then carefully wrapped a piece of the leather cord around the base of my cock I pulled it as tightly as I could and tied it then pulled it around and tied it several more times as tightly as I could, I got comfortable I could feel the leather biting into my balls and my cock the latter of which was already darkening and I felt a sharp pain of the cord biting into the flesh making the veins and arteries stand out like cords, I stroked my cock and fondled my slowly dying balls I ignored the pain and pushed through it feeling both my cock and balls going number as the blood flow was constricted I cupped and played with my strangled balls squeezing them and pulling on them they were alien to me these semi dead things neither of them had any sensation anymore and were almost cold to the touch, the fascinated me I was almost tempted to leave them to whither out of curiosity but I stopped myself and then cut them free, the pain was white hot and sharp followed by stinging and pins and needles the slightest touch on my cock was enough and triggered the largest orgasm I'd ever had at that point it covered my belly and my pubic area, I reached down and scooped up as much of the liquid as I could licking it off of my fingers and emptying it into my mouth, I cleaned the rest up with a linen kerchief and put that into mouth and sucked on it lying back on my bed feeling every single sensation as my cock and balls came back to life.
From that point on for several months I'd do this every Thursday night but even later as an adult it still lingers with me this obsession with Castration and castration play.