Mike forced himself to relax as best he could and even spread his legs wider to make it easier for the gelding. He couldn't get free, and struggling would only increase the chance that the blade would cut someplace it wasn't supposed to. Anyway, these were really the testicles fo a horse, not his real ones. When all of this was over...
The Centaur Cutter scowled. "What is this? You welcome the gelding knife?" The crowd also saw the movement, and started to boo and hiss. They wanted to see humiliation and struggle. Mike was sickened by this group of what he had thought would be noble creatures. Centaurs were even worse than the worst Roman Gladiators, taking pleasure in seeing others of thier own kind mutilated.
He glared at the Centaur Cutter. "I'd rather lose my balls than make another perverted monster like you centaurs. I just wish every other stallion here would suffer the same fate."
The Centaur Cutter snarled in rage and raised his blade high. "Oh, you will pay for that, gelding."
Just then, Mike heard a quiet, familiar voice say "Takes one to know one." And before the Cutter could swing his blade, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to scream - a scream that was lost in the deafening thunder of anguished cries that came from all around. Mike's captors released him, all joining the chorus of pain, and as Mike struggled up, he saw large, bleeding sacks all over the ground.
Ty suddenly appeared in front of the Cutter, a nasty grin on his face. "Now every male here knows about being a gelding. Except for my friend, here." He looked at Mike. "So, are you ready to go back to the adventure now and play it properly? Or do you want to try something else?"