SO NUTTED

Oh, this bag of balls wants to come off, it's not mine, its belongs to my nutter, my harvester with jar ready.

They're too big for me, they're too much for me, why was this big football player's bag of balls given to this gay male who's only ever wanted, and only ever taken, real men's cocks into his butt.

I wasn't playing, I wasn't pretending, I wasn't a slave, I didn't need costumes, the first cornholing opened me up, it was a permanent opening, the first spray and seeding did its job.

I don't understand these others, these others who could then get up afterwards, these versatiles, who could then erect to penetrate, actually want to spray their sperm into someone.

They must be different then me, they must have balls, literally and figuartively, they must have nuts, deserve their nuts, use them.

My nutter agrees.  It wasn't my fault, this is not punishment, it's mocking yes, but helpful, not punishment, my ass surrendered/surrenders, the reaction of someone without balls. 

And from behind, it's the only way, me on hands and knees, legs spread, porcelaine bowl eady, my nutter loves the sound of the bag of balls hitting the bowl, loves removing big bull balls from gay men, can't get enough.

It's not to hurt, it's to help.

Of course it will be in an animal way, of course it will, in a barn.

Of course it will be a double banding, but I will be anesthetized, will already be swooning from the poppers I'm sniffing, will already have been asked if I know I'm about to get nutted, will already have been told that these nuts can no longer be tolerated, gay men can be tolerated, but their nuts cannot be, and I will be squirming to get relieved of this bag of manhood so unacceptable to us both.

My nutter will ask me one last time if I deserve these nuts, and will say no, nut me, cut this bag off me, cut my balls off, please cut my balls off, take my nuts.

The double bands go on, none of this play fantasy of waiting to turn blue nonsense, this is real, they're trapped, waiting for harvest, I gasp, frantic to have them off,  to get more poppers up my nose, my nutter takes the bag, pulls down, oh yes, takes the nutting tool, slips it's wire between the bands and...

Stars flash in my eyes, I hear the plop, feel a cool wind on my gap, my nutter walks around, shows me the bag of balls in the jar, now a trophy.

My nutter says to me, say it, say it, say I don't have any balls.  My nutter has me sit, spread my legs wide...say it again, say it again.  I open my legs as wide as possible, I say, I don't have any balls, I don't have any balls, I don't have any balls...

Where is my nutter, is my nutter male or female, where is my nutter who wants the balls off gay men, who knows we don't need them, or wants to releive us, who can't nut enough of us.