An Old Lesson Pays Off
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
Two males ready for the bander, but only one band left. What\'s a girl to do?
Michelle could be such a tease thought Betty. She knew darn well that doing
two geldings would take at least two bands. Ideally there would be more, just
to be sure. But no, Michelle had to leave her with only the one band. They
both knew the rules: she would get to keep any geldings she banded herself.
And there were two candidate for the band, and they both looked good. Betty
wanted both of them.

The candidates were both nude, save for their bonds. Each man's ankles were
shackled together so he could, with difficulty, walk - but he couldn't run.
Their arms were held behind their backs with proper restraints. They were not
going to be able to wiggle out of them. They were both gagged. They were about
the same build.

"There are two of you. And I only have one band. In case nobody told you, the
rule is I get to keep whoever I band. I want both of you, and with two bands
it would be easy. Now I have to decide what I am going to do."

She looked right at the candidate on her left, "Will it be you?" He shifted
nervously.

She switched her gaze to the candidate to her right, "Or will it be you?" It
was his turn to be more nervous.

"Let's see what else we have been left with." She said as she looked over a
workbench with a few scraps and boxes of seemingly random stuff on it. "I know
there is only one band. And I can only keep you if I band you... I am not
allowed to geld by any other means, or I would at least have that fun. But
that does not mean I cannot play with you both and at least have you two at my
mercy, what there is of it, for a while."

Her hand settled on a spool of string. "Hrm.. I can have you both by the
balls. Maybe I can come up with a little contest to see who gets to keep the
weight of his manhood today. But how to judge? No matter. I shall make it up
as we go along."

She soon had the string tied around the neck of the scrotum of one candidate.
She played out several feet of string and then cut it. The operation was
repeated on the other candidate. "There, two stallions or are you bulls? And I
have your attention." She yanked one string and he felt it. "And yours." She
yanked the other string, also with effect. "And now to figure out which one of
you will be my gelding. Or steer, if you prefer." They both shifted nervously,
neither stepping forward for fear that would be volunteering, but neither
stepping back for the same fear. Also, the string was already fairly taut.

"Oh, I know. Do not go away." she joked as none of them couldn't leave the
locked room. The two candidates couldn't even move around within it very well.
She took the band and fitted it onto the bander. She held it up between them
so they could both see it as she squeezed the handles together and stretched
the band. "When this band gets small again..." she giggled. She threaded one
string through the band left to right, and then the other string right to
left. "Now, maybe a little tug-o-war? Winner stays intact for another day,
loser gets such a pinch. Too bad for me you cannot both lose..." she stopped.
She grinned a wicked grin. "Oooh... I think you both just lost."

She grabbed both strings and pulled the guys closer together. And closer
still. They resisted but the string was thin and strong and cut into their
scrotums and she kept pulling hard. They followed their balls. Soon they were
nearly touching. Very carefully Betty threaded the ends of the string between
their legs and around. Eventually she could pull both and the guys would have
to come together. Holding the bander in one hand, Betty gave a good pull and
then a quick yank with the other hand. When each guy had his nuts through the
band she tripped the release.

*SNAP* 

Both men jerked as one, their scrotums trapped together, each with its balls
on the side of the band opposite their soon to be former owner.

"There!" Betty exclaimed. "I should have remembered that so much earlier. When
there there are two of you and only one of something, you just have to share!"

  

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