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!"