I felt the rough wood of the stocks squeeze tightly against my thick neck and watched as my mother inserted the lock, ensuring I wouldn't get away. Thick ropes bound my legs as well, keeping them in place with thick wooden stakes driven deep into the ground. I didn't hesitate as she offered me a stick to bite down on.

I knew what was coming.

"I'm sorry," she stated as she came up and stroked my mane gently. "But, we can't have you losing your mind over those pesky mares, and you'll be able to focus on working on the farm."

I tested my bonds. Getting away would be impossible. I sniffed, which provoked her to kiss my cheek sweetly.

"Don't worry," she reassured me. "You're in good hooves. I've done this many times before."

Oh, I know she had. Which was why it took the whole family and several lassos to drag me into this section of the barn. It had taken a long time, but, I had eventually accepted my fate. Well, at least I already got my cutie mark, unlike other geldings.

Grabbing a pair of scissors, my mother walked around to my backside and tugged my tail. I gasped and clenched whatever I had back there in preparation.

Sniiipp.

Huh? I hadn't felt a thing. She walked back into my field of view, holding something in her hoof.

"What?" she asked, bemused, waving the object in my face. "Did you think I was gonna geld you with a pair of scissors? I'm not a barbarian, son. We just had to make sure your tail wouldn't get in the way."

I breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of my tail in her hoof. Though, it still meant that my castration was next.

Sure enough. She set my tail and the scissors aside and reached for a large burdizzo. I tugged at the binds again in terror. It was so much more terrifying now that she was actually holding it.

Once again, she stroked my mane and nuzzled my cheek. "Easy, easy, son. I know it looks scary. And, I won't lie, it's going to hurt a lot. But, you're a big, strong stallion, you can take it. This way is bloodless and makes sure you won't catch any nasty infection."

With that, she disappeared behind me once again, and I waited.

I felt her hoof cup one of my balls, lifting it so as to get a better clamp. I shivered as I felt the cold metal slide over my scrotum, I whimpered and bit down on the stick, closing my eyes tightly.

"Okay, now, on the count of five, son," she said. I clenched again. "One... two..."

CRUNCH!

She had lied. I shrieked around the stick in my mouth and tried once again to break free. But it was no use.

"That's it, let it all out," my mother encouraged me. It'll make this next one much..."

CRUNCH!

"...Easier," she declared triumphantly.

Despite her happiness, she was quick to comfort me. Opening the stock sand undoing the ropes that bound my hooves, she swiftly pulled me into a tight embrace. "Easy, son. You're gonna be such a good gelding. I'm sorry it had to hurt so much, but the farm needs you. You know I love you, right?"

Despite the pain, I nodded. "Yes mom."

"Good," she cooed as she stroked my mane. "Now. I'll help you get up to bed so you can sleep this all off. When you wake up, I'll have a fresh pie waiting just for you. Tomorrow we'll all take a day off to celebrate our family's newest gelding."