"Wait, Jude!" shouted Zeb. "That's my Project! Don't geld him!"
"Huh?" Judah said looking up.
Chad could feel the blade against his crotch. His balls were numb. He froze in terror.
"Well, you shoulda tol' me, lil bro," Jude answered, "You prolly wanna geld him yerself, right?"
"Actually, I was thinking he might be a prize breeder," Zeb replied.
"Hm?" said Jude as he hefted Chad's banded balls and ran his gloved hand over Chad's muscled flank. "Maybe?" He flicked his knife and cut the rubber band freeing Chad's nuts. "We got a lot of steers here, you better mark him so we don't accidentally geld him, bro."
"Yeah, maybe a collar or something?" Zeb said scratching his head.
"I'll take care of it, bro, you look beat."
"Huh, oh, thanks." Zeb yawned. He had been so worked up about Chad, he hadn't slept in over 24 hours. He started to turn. Then he turned back, and walked over to Chad and knelt down. He massaged Chad's balls, "Jes' making sure his nuts aren't dead."
"Moooo!" Chad moaned as Zeb worked his nutsack, and the blood rushed back in to his previously banded scrotum. He felt his cock sliding out of his sheath.
"There, there, Chad," said Zeb.
"Heh, heh," laughed Jude, "Looks like you both are enjoying that handjob. When you're done with the maverick, I wouldn't mind a handjob too."
"In your dreams, bro," replied Zeb with a laugh, letting Chad's nuts drop. He turned and stood punching his bro in the arm.
Jude cut the rope holding Chad's hooves bound together, but left the rope around Chad's neck. He stood up with Chad, while holding Chad by the horns. He guided Chad toward the barn. Chad's butt throbbed from the new brand on his flank.