Cattle Crush (M/M) (by Jamie www.kramtoad.com)

Internationalisation:
football = soccer
cattle crush = squeeze chute
football boots = soccer cleats.

There are probably more, but I think these are the main ones.

This is a work of complete fiction and I have waffled on a bit, I hope
you enjoy it.

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College was a mad time, and being enrolled in a sports course was just
heaven, playing sport almost everyday, different sports each semester,
it was worth having to do all the academic stuff for the physical
parts of the timetable we all enjoyed.

We were all eighteen or nineteen years old, from a mix of backgrounds,
my father had worked as a road repairer, whereas John came from a
wealthy banking family (his family were not too happy that he was not
on a business related course) and in the middle of the mix, fellow
students like Windy - a farmers son.

We all engaged in a bit of horsing around in the changing room after
whatever sport we were learning about and trying, from time to time we
all got a towel flicked into our nuts, or indeed flicked a towel into
one of our classmates nuts. We all took it in good humour, or rather
we accepted it as everyone except the victim found the nut shots
funny. As the college year progressed it became obvious that one of
our number went what was considered "a bit over the top" with his
nailing the others.

Eddie as we called him (he name was not Eddie, we just called him that
because his last name was Stobart) not only nutted us all on a very
regular basis, but he broke the unwritten, unsaid rule - no nutting
before the game. No one else hit his fellow students in the nuts
before exercise, as already mentioned, we all found it funny after the
match, more so if the recipient ended up walking gingerly for a while,
but before exercise interrupted what we all enjoyed - sports.

We were all getting changed into our rugby gear one morning when, I
think it was Keith observed

"Eddie's not here. At least I won't have to guard my nuts until after
practice" he said with a big grin on his face.

That one comment started a whole days conversation, it was all we
talked about before practice, after practice, during lunch, between
classes that afternoon and at the pub after college.

It was decided that Eddie needed teaching a lesson, it was not a case
of payback, we all agreed that the odd tap to the nuts did not do
anyone any harm. It turned out that several of the other students had
asked him to lay-off the before exercise hits and that he had
continued to do them.

The consensus was that we wanted Eddie to be nutted a few times, then
have to play some sort of sport, so he knew how much it hurt and
ruined the play for the player.

The only problem was how to do it, we did not want to hit him before
an inter-college or important game, but likewise, we wanted to hit him
before something fairly important so he still had to play hard. If we
hit him before practice, he would just take the practice session slowly.

In the end, it was decided a game of mud football would be good for a
laugh, basically a game of football in a really muddy field. Windy
said he could provide the venue at his fathers farm, there was a lake
there so afterwards, we could just jump in to get the majority of the
mud off.

The competition aspect was decided that the loosing team would shave -
everything from the neck down! Someone did suggest that should tell
Eddie this to provide an incentive for him to play hard, but not
actually do it. Unfortunately, nearly all of us had consumed two or
three beers by this point, so a sober Ben was overruled. Ben agreed to
go along with it, after all if he was going to be on the loosing team,
he would not be the only hairless one in the changing room.

The "educational" aspect was also going to be partly provided by
Windy's fathers farm equipment. Windy explained (so badly that the
others started to search the internet on their phones) that they had a
cattle crush on the farm. Essentially, the cow walks in one end and
his head gets trapped between two closing doors at the other end,
rendering the animal trapped and allowing veterinary treatment or
branding or whatever farmers do to cattle!

Everyone loved the cattle crush idea.

It was decided that we would play football, during the half time, all
the players would simply pick Eddie up and force him into the device.
Someone would explain our problem with Eddie, to Eddie and then kick
him in the nuts a few times and make him play the second half. Which
he would have to do or face having a neck down shave.

John arrived back from the bar with another load of drinks, John
although from a banking family, was one of the lads. The main
difference is that he was well spoken and obviously intelligent, but
always wore nice clothes. Most of the others were not too bothered if
the tracksuit bottoms they all wore were a bit ripped or worn, but
John always somehow looked like he was wealthy. At first sight he was
just like the others tracksuit, cool haircut (they all spent too much
time on their hair!), nineteen years old, blonde and about 5'10", he
tanned really easily, even in the winter he looked to have a just come
back from holiday. He interrupted the others and asked

"Can we do something about his hair, whilst we are sorting him out?"

The others just burst out laughing, Eddie has the worst hair of any of
them, a sort of frizzy, curly, dark black mess. It would look better
in almost any style as it always looked like he had just got out of
bed and did not have enough time to even run a comb through it.

Eddie had in the past (and even currently) taken quite a lot of stick
about his hair, the others said it was not the right image when
playing other teams. Eddie would love to do something cool with his
hair, but never had the nerve to actually change styles, he had always
had this hair.

"If you can get out of him what style, any style, anything, then I
will get my girlfriend to do it whilst he is still locked up, she'll
get a kick out of it" Dave shouted out to John.

The others agreed, that was a plan. Hair, nuts, mud, footy, shaving,
it was going to be a laugh. We decided to have the match a week on
Saturday, that should give us about 10 days to persuade Eddie,
although we all knew that Eddie would agree to the mud football, we
were not so sure about the shaving.

The mud footy was mentioned to Eddie the next day at college, and he
thought it would be good for a laugh, the losers shaving would be
great, he would nail the opposing team in the nuts as much as possible
so his team won, after that he would be able nail some hairless, naked
nuts in the changing rooms.

During the week, John managed to get some of the other classmates to
have a go at Eddie's hair again, after which, John asked him if he had
ever thought of doing something with his hair. Remarkably candidly,
Eddie admitted he had thought about short and possibly spiky as it
would be easier to manage and dry after a game, but did not feel brave
enough to actually change style.

"Little does he know" thought John.

The day of the match arrived, Eddie was the last to arrive (but then
he would be, we had arranged to get there half an hour early to have a
look at the cattle cage thing). Before he got there, we had decided to
split into teams, obviously the team with Eddie on would be at a bit
of a disadvantage in the second half, there was going to be twenty of
us (including Eddie). Eighteen of us tossed a coin, heads for team A,
tails for team B, it was decided to let Eddie toss the coin to get
into one of the teams, and Devon who did not get to toss the coin,
would go in the other team.

Only after all this, and indeed Eddies flip of the coin, did someone
work out that Devon had a far greater chance than the others of being
on the winning team, as no matter what happened, he would be on the
opposite team to Eddie.

What was done, was done, we could not be bothered working out the
teams again!

Windy then lead us all away from the farm yard to the mud pitch. We
could not believe it, there was an enormous ploughed field, in the
corner of this field was the area that Windy had prepared for us.
There was certainly a lot of mud and not a blade of grass in sight.

Windy explained, that during the last week or so, the area had been
ploughed from each direction to break up the soil, some fantastically
complicated looking machine over on the far side of the field had been
used to remove all but the smallest stones, a digger had been used to
create a couple of deep (4 feet deep!) mud pits and the whole area had
been watered for about a week (he only turned off the water this
morning).

There was a goal at each end of the "pitch" made from straw bales on
either side with a plank of wood over the top, there were a couple of
bales at each corner and one either side of the "pitch" to indicate a
centre line. Although not the same size as a proper football pitch, it
was close. A fairly large clock was propped up on one of the corner
bales.

There was a few bales on the side of the field where we could sit to
put on our football boots and leave our belongings, jackets etc.

We had all done the same, put our footballing kit on and then just put
a tracksuit on top for the journey, that way we could be ready without
any messing about and afterwards, could just remove out muddy shirts
and shorts and put the tracksuit back on. Most of us had even cut down
on the standard football kit, when talking about it Windy had warned
us is was going to very messy and he would be wearing his college
shorts (which were regularly getting muddy and it cleaned off without
any problems) and not bothering with anything under them. College
insisted we all wear jockstraps, but we knew that mud seemed
impossible to get out of the white elasticated fabric, and we did not
really want to write off any underwear, so freeballing it was going to
be. Actually it was really freeballing as college shorts were the
cheapest unlined shorts that they could get their hand on, they just
charged us the same price as branded shorts from the sports shop.

We were all taking this game seriously, none of us wanted to be on the
loosing team, although a number of us now knew as they had Eddie in
their team, chances are they would be shaving a lot afterwards.

Another thing we got slightly wrong was the team colours, it had been
arranged before hand that half would wear blue shirts, half red. That
was fine, but then we did the coin tossing thing and the teams had
mixed red and blue shirts. Ben solved that problem when he just pulled
off his red shirt and swapped it with John's blue shirt. Several
others followed and problem solved.

We were all standing there, all thinking the same "this is going to me
messy" when two players in blue shirts let out an "oomph" sound, a red
shirted Eddie stood there grinning.

"In that case, you can be first on the field, grab him" John said

Most of us descended upon Eddie, I thought at that point we may be
taking him straight to the cattle crush, but we just picked him up and
threw in on to the pitch. He landed with a big splat, and sunk into
the mud about six inches.

We all followed Eddie onto the pitch, god it was muddy, we walked on
and immediately sunk in the mud to about half way up our shinpads.
Playing football was not going to be very easy, moving was not very
easy, we did quickly discover that running was possible without
sinking as much as walking carefully and slowly.

The game was on, the reds were playing really hard, knowing that a
heavily busted Eddie would not be of much use in the second half.

During the game, Eddie tried his best to get better odds for his team,
he tried to grab several blue players nuts, but he was used to doing
so when they were wearing jockstraps and their nuts were nicely,
neatly held in a palm sized package. This time the players were
without any protection, but the uncertainty of location actually gave
them more protection against Eddie.

Eddie did get one of our players good, and if it was anyone but Eddie,
we would have described it as an accident. John was going for the ball
Eddie was doing the same when they collided, in a normal match they
would have stayed on their feet, but the slippery mud turned them into
a heap on the ground. John immediately screamed, as Eddie landed elbow
first onto his nuts.

John rolled into a little ball and gasped for breath.

Eddie extended a hand, saying "Sorry Mate, are you OK"

Which might have been better delivered, if there wasn't a mile wide
grin on his face and a glint in his eye.

"Just wait, you'll get yours sooner or later" John said.

It didn't take long for John to get back on his feet, he did observe
that again no jockstrap may have helped - the impact was with Mr
Lefty, Mr Righty got out of the way, something that a jockstrap may
have prevented.

The ball got kicked towards the corner and three players went running
after it, two of them virtually disappeared into one of Windy's mud
pits. I had visions of quick sand and them becoming trapped, but they
managed, they were just completely covered in mud from the nipples
down. Most of us had fallen over or slipped at some point, so we were
all covered in mud, but we were right, with the exception of Eddie
hitting players in the nuts, this game was good natured and we were
all having a good laugh.

We heard the tooting of a car horn, everyone except Eddie knew that
this was Dave's girlfriend the hairdresser.

Looking at the clock showed about ten minutes left in this half, the
reds were winning 2-0, us blues were not too bothered as they would
have a hobbling Eddie for the second half, but even so, to win we
needed to stop the reds scoring and get three goals, this spurred us
on to having a spirited last few minuted of the first half. Although
the score remained the same.

The goalie nearest to the clock declared the first half had ended, not
time for the interval entertainment, sorry, interval education.

We all walked back to the farm yard, we were filthy, but the majority
of the banter was from the reds towards us blues saying that we were
going to be shaved. They may have been right, but they knew what was
going to happen to Eddie, so were speaking a little too soon to tell.

As we got to the farm yard, Dave introduced us all to Jemma his
girlfriend, she took a good look at Eddie's hair and said

"What a lot of mud, you'll need a good wash" whilst ruffling his head.

"Now" someone said, not sure who.

Everyone swung into action and grabbed Eddie for the second time
today, I think he would have preferred the mud to what happened next.
We had all had a good look at the cattle crush before Eddie arrived
earlier, Windy showed us how to use it, the side cages were folded
down so we could carry Eddie right up to the trapping doors. We
quickly got his head in position
and Windy pulled an enormous lever which closed the door around
Eddie's neck. Eddie now had is head trapped, his torso was bent
horizontal at the waist, and his feet were standing on the ground. All
he could see now was the ground, he could hardly move his head.

The language was blue, from one person, the rest of us were grinning
and laughing. Jemma said could he be moved into a more vertical
position. Windy did point out that cattle do not stand on their hind
legs, but release a couple of catches, and started to lift the whole
door assembly from vertical to more like 45 degrees. Doing this forced
Eddie to be bent at a funny shape, but Windy moved the thing until
Eddie could kneel on the ground in a slightly more comfortable
upright-ish position.

"That's the best I can do luv" Windy said to Jenna.

This was going to be a long half time. Jenna said his hair needed
washing and drying, Windy produced a hose pipe and shampoo from
somewhere and whilst Jenna was do the hair washing, arrived with an
extension lead and hair dryer.

Eddie was all "what you going to do?? ..... no...noo....no....let me
go...." and at one point we thought he was on the verge of tears.

Hair clean and dried, Jenna asked what he wanted doing, he just
repeated his pleading to be let go. His pleadings got worse, when
Jenna pointed out to him, "Tell me, or I will do what the others say"

Lots of ideas were shouted out, all just to upset Eddie, lots of
Mohawk or dye it pink suggestions. Everyone knew that John (who Eddie
had elbowed in the nuts only about half an hour ago) had spoken to
Eddie and that Jenna would follow his directions.

Dave said "John got nutted by him, let John decide" which was a bit of
discrete opening for John to give his, or a shy Eddie's suggestions.

John relayed Eddie's "short, possibly spiky" into "Short with spikes"
he then leant down and whispered to Eddie

"and this is for the nut shot", before getting back up and saying to
Jenna "and blonde"

Eddie was horrified, he now knew what the conversation was about
earlier in the week, but he hadn't said anything about blonde, he
wasn't even sure about spikes or even short. Eddie wondered how he was
going to have the nerve to show himself to his family, he knew his dad
would have lots to say on the matter, if it wasn't for his dad he may
have had the nerve to
change his hair himself.

There was a short conversation and indeed a vote from the others when
Jenna asked, "how blonde? blonde spikes, blonde hair, blond on the top
layer of hair and still dark beneath?"

None of us liked the completely blonde idea, and in the end we went
for blonde on the top layer of hair and retaining the dark colour
under it. A couple the group have that sort of dying and it looked
good on them, we were not here to punish his hair, he would look
better once it was done.

Half time was going to be a good hour long.

Jenna did the cutting, then mixed up some dye and did whatever she
did, and then declared that there was a 30-45 minute wait for the dye
to work, during which time we could have him.

Windy got to work on the cattle crush, doors back to vertical, sides
up, Eddies legs spread out and ankles fastened to the sides using
Velcro straps. His wrists were attached at the front of the device
using more Velcro straps. Eddie was ready.

"it's a shame, with bulls, you can see their balls dangling" Windy
observed.

"Well take his shorts off then, we will be able to see what we are
doing better!" a grinning Dan suggested.

This is where Eddie realised we had more in store for him than just a
haircut.

We all agreed with a nod and a grin. Windy undid the Velcro straps,
then Eddie really started to kick and thrash about, but with a bit of
help, Eddie's shorts were removed. Like most of the rest of us, he too
had been freeballing today which made it a bit easier. The Velcro
straps were fastened again, this time we could all see what Windy
meant, the targets were very
inviting.

We all wanted to give him a kick, but nineteen kicks, all with
football boots on, may have been too much. It was decided that those
who he had nutted today should be able to, plus those that have scored
goals in the first half.

This made three blue players and the two red goal scorers. Afterwards,
it was mentioned that his red team mates could have hit him a little
less than hard to increase their chances of winning the game, but they
both said they hit him as hard as they could as he had hit them in the
past. It did not look like the red played pulled their punches (well
kicks).

Somewhere along the line, someone suggested to take it in turns, blue,
red, blue, red and finally blue, so that is what happened.

We explained to Eddie what was about to happen and why, how we were
not bothered and enjoyed the banter and ball hitting that always
occurred. We explained that before the game was just not on and he was
going to see what it was like to play sport when the second half of
the match was played later, with hurting nuts.

The first kicker would be Roger, he got hit just before the game.
Roger was nineteen, dark haired, with a bit of a beard, he was about
six feet tall and although none of the players were particularly well
muscled, he had huge leg muscles as he was a keep competitive cyclist.

Roger's kicking technique was never that good on the field, and it
probably did not help, wearing football boots on a concrete farm yard,
but he ran about six strides, and launched his right football boot
directly into the highly visible, dangling sack.

Eddie must have hard the clackity clack noise of the boots on the
concrete approaching, but I do not think he was ready for the power
behind Roger's kick. If he hadn't been strapped down, he would have
taken off!

"Fuck" was the only word that came out of Eddie's mouth.

Observing the kick was great, the boot went in and hit perfectly the
dangling sack, every muscle tensed as he tried to curl up, but this
cage was designed for a bull. Eddie just had to stand there. I went
round and looked through the side at his nuts, they were tight up to
his body now, his shirt had moved towards his arm pits as his hips
were above his head and I could see his stomach muscles vibrating,
tensing and relaxing. Eddie was in pain, but he was warned and
deserved it.

I was still looking thought the side of the cage when kick number two
arrived. It was the first red goal scorer, Kev, I don't think there
was any holding back. Before the pain had any chance to subside, Kev
planted this enormous kick into the ball sack. It was only seconds
after kick one (maybe a minute) and the nuts and sack were still
shrunken into his pelvis, but it did not offer any protection. The
laces of Kev's Nike boot went into the nut sack and compressed the
whole thing between boot and Eddie's body.

Again, Eddie's muscles went into a spasm, he was shaking from head to
tow, I was beginning to think that he would not even be able to walk,
yet along play the second half of the game when my thoughts were
interrupted by kick three.

Kick three was again only seconds or so after kick two, this time it
was the other blue player who got nailed before the game. Ben, who
wasn't sure about the shaving aspect of the game, was a short (about
5'8") player, but a really fast player, he was quite a hairy chap
(which in hindsight, could explain his initial feelings about shaving)
and had his hair coloured like Eddie was about to! He only took a
couple of steps before kicking as hard as he could into the now,
non-dangling sack. It meant Ben having to kick high, it would have
been a much better kick if the nuts had been about eight inches lower,
but it was still effective, and the reaction was similar to the
previous two kicks except the howl that Eddie let out.

I could see that Eddie's balls were swelling, his sack was bright,
angry red and I think it was getting fuller from the swelling. It
certainly looked larger, on a positive note, probably easier to hit!

Kick four ploughed in as quickly as the previous three, Eddie's red
team make Jack. Jack always had a grin on his face, more so when
hitting people in the nuts, but this time, I noticed he was really
concentrating as he was running towards Eddie. Again a perfect shot,
despite the sack trying to make itself small and hide away, it was
still visible from behind, more so now it was swollen and red. Eddie
again quivered, and shook, and screamed this time. He was now in so
much pain, tears were freely flowing and was sweating so much that a
lot of the mud that was quickly drying on the rest of us, had actually
washed
off.

The last kick was to go to John, who had thoughtfully arranged for
Eddie to have his hair done, to an even higher specification than he
ever dared hope for. John could still feel that he had been elbowed in
the nuts recently, the pain was more or less gone, but the odd twinge
kept reminding him he needed to kick the target well.

Kick five was a lot longer than the others, so far it had been about
four kicks in as many minutes. John walked up to Eddie and said

"I want them dangling, like they were earlier"

With that, he grabbed hold of the bright red sack and swollen nuts and
began rubbing, pulling and massaging them until they were dangling
again. This must have caused pain judging by the movement of Eddie.

With that John turned to move into position to take his run up, but he
kept walking away, there was a few comments that Eddie must have heard
like "where's he going?". A minute or so later, John returned this
time wearing the astro-turf football boots he arrived in, he indicated
for us all to be quiet, he started running, silently compared to the
noise ordinary football boots made. He got up a good fast speed and
kicked like there was no tomorrow into the dangling red target. I
could see it all, the top of the boot make contact with the under side
of the sack, the top of the sack hit Eddie's main body, the boot
continued on its journey upwards, flattening the sack and its ever
swelling contents between foot and pelvis. I think I heard a thud as
John's boot finally made contact with the pelvis, they couldn't have
survived that blow.

John removed his foot, I could see the sack drop slightly, but I did
not know if any permanent damage was done.

There was no new reactions from Eddie, screaming, swearing, sweating,
and violently trying to curl up.

Windy arrived with an odd looking gadget, a strange cranked hand tool
with a look of rubber coming out of one end.

"Do we need this?" he asked

I was the first one to reply "What is it?"

Windy explained it was used to castrate bulls, the rubber goes around
the top of the sack and the crank tightens it so much
that blood supply is totally cut off.

Someone did say "Oh, yea, he needs that", but fortunately, the rest of
us have a little more sense. You could not go around castrating people.

Windy pointed out "Well, if they are busted in there, we may need to
do it to stop the bleeding"

Windy knelt down infront of Eddie and showed him the device, even
pulling the handle and letting the looped tubing get smaller. I
noticed this made Eddie errect, although no one else mentioned the
errecion, we all saw it.

We were all concerned until Windy got on his hands and knees and made
an inspection of the reddened sack and declared they they were both
OK, just a bit swollen.

Jemma re-entered the scene and checked on Eddie's hair, before
declaring it needed about another five minutes.

We just left him in the cattle crush and re-lived the kickings.
Everyone was laughing and happy, except Eddie, but he needed teaching
a lesson.

Jemma washed his hair, dried it and style it. We released Eddie, who
could just about walk. He looked at his nuts with a massive surprise,
they were huge, but we all knew the swelling would go down and
reassured him he would be OK.

He apologised for nutting before games and said he didn't think he
could play the second half. He was put right about this, he was
playing or chances are it would be shaving time for him and his team
mates.

He had forgotten about his hair, until John said "Hair looks great mate"

"Shit, I can't see it, anyone got a mirror" Eddie asked.

Windy came to the rescue again, opened up and old shed with a dirty
mirror on the back of the door. Eddie looked at himself and like what
he saw.

"Thanks for the colouring mate" he said back to John with a huge smile.

"I didn't go too far with that did I?" John asked.

"I wouldn't have had the bollocks to do it myself, but thanks" Eddie said.

At which point, Ben shouted across "you almost didn't have any
bollocks at all!"

Which returned the atmosphere to a light hearted, happy one.

Mud football resumed. Eddie was very slow, but was deliberately passed
the ball on several occasions to get him running about a bit. You
could see the pain in his face.

At the end of the match the score was a draw, two each. No one had
ever thought of a draw, we all went and jumped in the lake to get the
majority of the mud off and discussed what was to happen next. Ben as
predicted lead the "no one gets shaved camp", whilst quite a few
others were undecided and Eddie, probably predictably wanted everyone
shaving.

In the end it was decided to flip a coin, it worked earlier. After all
sorts of objections, it was decided all twenty of us should flip a
coin, if there were a majority of heads we would all shave.

There were eighteen heads, quite a clear shave indicator.

Windy once again, offered the farms facilities so we all said why not.

A box with 1000 disposable razors was produced, apparently the farm
buys them in bulk for use on the animals (?!), a load of shaving foam
was also produced. We went into another shed which was a large walk in
shower, enough to take all twenty of us. When asked what all this was
about, Windy explained that his father used to produce show animals
and that they were showered and cleaned before shows in this shower.

The only thing the farm did not have was really hot water, the water
was heated by solar panels and was very warm, but not hot.

All twenty of us removed our wet, and still filthy clothes, we always
showered together at college and this was no different. There was a
distinct delay in using the razors, but once a couple started the rest
continued. Everything went, arm pit hair, pubic hair, chest hair, hair
on arms and legs, it all went.

We looked good! There were erections everywhere after the shaving, but
we all agreed, we looked good.

This is where we ran into a problem again, with the exception of the
showers concrete base, there was all sorts of rubbish on the floor.
None of us had brought our clean shoes or tracksuits in to the shower.
We had the choice of either walking on really bad ground (not
recommended by Windy who said there was probably old nails, glass and
other stuff littered around) and walking around nude, or putting our
muddy football boots and shorts back on.

None of us wanted to walk around nude, so on with the soaking wet
shorts and football boots, we were happy to go around without shirts,
especially now, without the little bit of hair we had, we looked well
defined and muscular.

Putting on the cold, wet shorts was pretty unpleasant, then we heard
Windy make a "arrgh" sound, we looked round and saw Eddie with his
hand up the leg of Windy's shorts. He had obviously found what he was
looking for and squeezed.

With a big grin, Eddie said "You guys must try this, Windy's nuts feel
great bald"

Jack who was behind Eddie, slid his hand up inside Eddie's shorts the
same way. Eddie went with a little yelp.

Jack confirmed Windy's findings "He's right, man are they smooth and
warm and really smooth! Holding a pair of bald balls feels great"

One of the others said "No ones crushing my baldy nuts" to which
someone else replied
"fair enough, I will just hold them" whilst grabbing the nuts upwards
through the leg.

Soon, everyone had tried holding someone elses nuts, and nearly
everyone squeezed. The couple who did not get squeezed had quick slaps
in the nuts which the majority thought was only fair.

As a team, that Saturday made us much stronger. We were not team
mates, we were more like brothers. We were closer than brothers, I
would not trust my brother to hold my nuts. I don't know if the nut
holding/squeezing was part of it, or just the fact that the day was
one really good day with lots of humour, pain and a new image for Eddie.

Eddie really came out of his shell that weekend, he was never shy, but
reserved (except when it came to going after nuts). He seemed far more
confident, and all because of a slightly changed appearance.

Before we all left we provided him with all sorts of hair products and
even told him how to use them. I don't know what Eddie's family
thought, but he now looked like a part of the team and after showering
spent too long on his hair like the rest of us did!

Windy did a great job at hosting the event, he didn't have to buy a
drink at the pub for weeks. We all went back to the farm about a month
later for another mud game - mud rugby, that was an epic, much messier
than football. This time Eddie had time to inspect the cattle crush -
I think he would like to see someone else in it and do a bit of kicking.