"Whoa, hold up, Jude! Don't cut him. He's that new stud I told you about!"
Jude laughed, "Here I nearly sacked the quarterback stud!" He moved his knife so that cold blade pressed against the young bull's testicles. Chad was terrified. The blade slid between the elasticized band and Chad's cowhide flesh. Snap. He cut the band, blood flowed back into his scrotum. Then Chad was surprised to feel Jude's gloved hand massaging the bull's balls. Chad felt his huge shaft slide out of his sheath. Jude laughed again.
"It's still intact, Zeb," he said then he patted Chad's rope bound head, and whispered into the bull's closest ear, "Chad, never knew you were kinky into ropes and leather. Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Looking up at Zeb, he asked, "Sure your quarterback ain't gay? Won't be much of a stud if he just mounts steers."
"Chad's a horn dog. I verified his stats. At least 1000 different girls and maybe 50 to 100 guys if you can get him to admit it. If its got a warm hole, he'll stick his dick in it. "
Zeb and Jude shared a good laugh. Chad sobbed softly. He might still have his balls, but the burning throbbing pain on his butt reminded him that he was now branded property.