The humiliation of getting nutted is as appealing to me as the act itself. So I envision a lot of teasing and taunting before my nutsac gets lopped off. Ideally, you would want to make it a girl's night out party-type event for you and some of your friends. My nutting would be the night's entertainment. Having a group of women see me lose my balls would be incredibly humiliating.
I like to think it would be done in either a dungeon-type location or a secluded outdoors area. You and your friends would start the evening off with wine and margaritas, getting in the spirit of the night's events. I would be secluded away from everyone for the first hour or so. Then, once you feel your guests are appropriately 'warmed up', you would come get me. I'd of course be completely naked except for a large dog collar around my neck. You'd walk into the space I was in holding a metal chain dog leash and calmly inform me, "Ok, it's time to get you neutered."
I would be led by you on the leash into the main party room/area. There would be appropriately humiliating whoops and catcalls from your friends as they saw me being led in to the room. There would be a sturdy wooden post in the center of the room that I would be led to. You and your friends would secure me to the post, standing up, legs bound far apart.
Once I was tied naked to the post, another round of wine and margaritas would be offered to all the guests. This is when I would expect more lurid, embarrassing, and taunting comments from the group.
"Mmmm, I can't wait to see those nuts hit the floor..."
"A small dick doesn't need balls anyway..."
"I might just cum when you lose your balls."
"Let's take some 'before' and 'after' pictures!"
"It's going to be hot watching that dick die after his balls come off..."
As the teasing continues, you reach into a box and take out a wide-mouth Mason canning jar and a Sharpie pen. You bring them over to where the group can see them and ask, "Who has the best penmanship?" One of your friends quickly shoots her hand up and you tell her, "Write 'Gary's nuts' on the label, and today's date." Which she quickly does, and then everyone claps.
You then silently walk over to where I'm tied to the post and bend down. You set the wide-mouth jar on the floor between my legs and look up, judging the exact spot the jar needs to be under my nutsac. Satisfied, you brush your hands off and announce to the group, "Time to band this nutsac."
You take out an elastrator and load it with a tight green band. You step over to me and gently take my balls in your hand, smiling at me as you work my balls through the stretched-out band. Once done, you place the band as high up on the neck of my nutsac as you possibly can. You let the band snap into place and I grunt audibly through my gag. Laughter ripples through the room. You load the elastrator with another band and repeat the process, placing this band about 1/4" below the first one. It snaps into place. You turn to your friends and say, "Girls, you're about to see a nutting."
Everyone fills their glasses again and gathers around the pole. I hear the click of digital and cell phone cameras start to go off. You wait patiently as all of the 'before' pictures are taken. As the room gets quiet, you pause dramatically and then reach into a black satchel and slowly pull out a small pair of gleaming garden shears. Cheers and whoops erupt from your friends as they see the instrument you have chosen to do 'the deed'.
You snap the shears open and shut and several times, letting everyone hear how well-oiled and sharp they are, leaving no doubt as to their ability to do the job at hand. You step toward me and everyone else comes closer, too, all wanting a good view of what they have come to see.
I begin to shake my head back and forth and thrash at my bonds, wanting to change my mind now that I know it's going to happen for real. You smile at me and slowly shake your head, saying, "It's too late for that. Your balls are coming off now."
"Yeah," says one of your friends behind you, "take your nutting like a man." This makes everyone break out in laughter again.
You pull the shears open and look around at your friends. "Girls, what do you think?"
As a reply, one calls out, and then all of them join in, a slow chant forming... "chop those nuts... chop those nuts... chop those nuts..."
Smiling at their enthusiastic verdict, you step even closer to me and line the open shears up on the thin line of exposed skin between the two bands on my nutsac. You look me in the eyes and say, simply, "Time to say 'goodbye' to your balls."
Before I have a chance to register the words, your arms tense and snap the handles of the shears together firmly. Time stops as the moment of my gelding becomes real. I am still pleading with my eyes to keep my balls as they begin their descent to the floor. You look down and watch with satisfaction as my entire nutsac drops through the mouth of the jar and lands with a loud, soft 'plop' on the bottom of the jar.
"Oh fuck, yesssss!" I hear come from the shadows, as one of your friends orgasms at the sight and sound of my full nutsac dropping into the jar.
Suddenly the room erupts in cheers, shouts of victory, and clapping. I hear the cameras start clicking again, recording the 'after' photos.
You lift the jar with my balls in it up to show it to me. Smiling, you say to the jar, "Boys, you're coming home with me."
