Loading his EZ Bander, Scott quickly stepped up to the front of the cage. "I don't know if you fella's know what this is or how it work's." He snickered unbuttoning his jean's and stepping out of them. "So here's a little dimonstration." He chuckled opening the tool and slipping a band over his own ball sac. "This goes on your nut's." He explained with a grunt as he released the band, and it shrank into place strangling his testicles. "It cuts off all blood flow to your valuables... and without it they die pretty quickly." He snickered loving the excitement and danger being banded gave him. "Once their dead... well I'll just cut them away so you guy's won't get and infection." "And you dumb ass donkey's are geldlings forever." He sneered. Ben and Jeff bray's sharply as Scott quickly reloaded the bander. He thought of cutting his own band off right then, but it gave him more pleasure and excitement to geld them with it on. So he left it in place as he moved around behind them to band the pair. Pulling Ben's tail to one side, Scott was trying to fit the dark green band over those low hanging donkey ball's. When a lightning fast hoof flew up, smacking against the side of his head! Flying backwards Scott landed in a unconcusios heap on the floor the EZ Bander across the room. Glancing back Ben wonder how long Scott would be out....