My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year “Cutter.” I’ve been removing little things that are a problem to some men (and women too!) for about seven years now. Usually they are by contract with willing men. Once in a while I get involved in the removal of these orbs from men who don’t deserve to have them. The following is one of those times.

I was in DePere WI working on a piping system for a large paper company (My day job is that of a pipeline engineer.) A woman at the paper plant had been in the southern part of the state where she was brutally raped, sodomized and left for dead.  She had been violated by a huge black man who repeated the phrase, “White cunt” over and over again. He used his huge dick on her then a whisky bottle and finally a piece of wood. She required ten days in a hospital and hundreds of stitches in her vagina, rectum and even her mouth before she could begin to recover.

While the state police were in the plant doing a follow up, I over heard one officer saying to another. “This is number eleven.”

The third officer was a woman and I got her to confide in me. It seems that this same guy was on a “white woman” hunt. He was a true racist.

This was in the purview of my friend and sometimes mentor, Dr. Pann. Dr. Pann runs an underground women’s help group. She has investigators that have more resources than the police, and get better results.

It didn’t take them long to find the man.  He lived in Milwaukee and was a city sanitation man.  A check of his record showed that he had raped before.  His name was Darnell White.  His record sheet showed that he always worked with a man named, Luther Owens.  Both men had done time for rape.  The police believed that the rapist committed the latest crimes alone.

The two men spent every evening in a place called, “Ferg’s Pool Hall.”

As we would stand out like a sore thumb in the all black pool hall, one of Dr. Pann’s black investigators, a man named Jim, went in and played a few games of pool.  He told us that the two men were bragging about their exploits. They told of picking off their conquests at local shopping malls.  Darnell spoke of, “Making those white bitches pay.”

Jim slipped a tracking/tailing device under the nondescript van that Darnell drove and we waited.

After imbibing enough liquid courage, the men left. We followed them to the mall that they chose.

I was loaded for bear, I had my needle taser and a conventional stun gun, both in my belt at the small of my back. Jill as backup, had a colt 45 automatic.

They parked the van and waited. I had Jill drop me off a few cars away.  I walked up to the side of the van and to the car next to them. I tried to put a key in the next car and feigned a lock problem.

The two men must have discussed their good luck, because the side door of the van opened and before I knew it I was on my back on the floor of the van. The bigger man, Darnell, had my shoulders pinned and I couldn’t move. The squarish stun guns in the small of my back were killing me.

He now had one hand free to open his belt, while the other man drove. Even with one hand, I was no match for this 250 pound man.  His pants were not off, but down, he pulled himself up to his knees and I found myself looking at the business end of a huge 9 inch cock, with a head like half of a baseball.

 He said, “Suck it! You Devil cunt.”  I opened my mouth for him because I couldn’t think of anything else to do.  After a very few minutes, I said, “Let go of my hand so I can work it right.”  He let go of my right hand and that eased the weight on my shoulder.  He said, “I’m gonna dump my first load in your pretty little white mouth and my second in your asshole.” I thought to my self, “that’s not going to happen, one way or another.”  Somehow I was going to get an advantage.  I said,” let my other hand go I want to hold those beautiful balls of yours.” He did so.  I started working him in earnest, I wanted him to cum, to give me a minute of inattention.  I felt it in his balls first, the huge orbs began to tighten up.  Then , before I expected it his enormous cock began to spew. First a little drop, then a huge ribbon of cum completely filled my mouth, I couldn’t swallow before the second pulse hit like a fire hose. I choked and most of that squirt popped out of my mouth all over me and the cock that it came from. Before the third shot, I took a page out of my friend, Betty’s book.  I bit his huge helmet as hard as I could. I felt my teeth break skin, he screamed bloody murder. I tried to slice with my teeth, back and forth. I could almost feel my teeth meet.  At that point he grabbed my head and pushed me away.  That’s all it took, the last folds of skin parted and I had his huge dick head in my mouth.  While he was screaming, I retrieved my stun gun and hit him square in the chest with it. He fell back with a thump.

When he heard his friend scream, Luther had pulled to the side of the road and began to climb over the seat.  Before I could react he reached around his friend and slapped me across the face. The slap caused me to spit Darnell’s dick head directly into Luther’s face. He was taken aback, but, I fell back almost out of it. He hauled back to give me a closed fist to the face. Before the blow came, I heard the unmistakable clack of an automatic pistol being charged.  Through my fog, I heard Jill’s sweet voice say, “Move one more inch and I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off.” That stopped him in his tracks.
We handcuffed them, tied their cuffs and legs to cargo tie-downs in the truck. I put a makeshift bandage on Darnell’s ruined cock. We drove both vehicles to an abandoned Boy Scout camp outside of Milwaukee and dragged the men out.  I gave each a triple shot of morphine from my kit to make them easier to handle.  I was going to nut them right there when I saw where someone had been making split rail fencing. There was a log half split with a wooden wedge in the end, the wedge held the log apart.  After I cut off his pants, Jill and I managed to wrestle Darnell onto the log.  His huge dick wasn’t so impressive now, with it’s helmet gone and it’s erection killed by pain. His balls were another story, they were as big as lemons and hung a good eight inches from his body. I worked his body forward and managed to get his huge balls and ruined cock into the split of the timber.  With a hammer that I had retrieved from their truck, I hit the wedge with my entire might, and it popped out of the wood.  The rail slammed closed on his once proud balls. The scream only lasted a second before he passed out.  When he passed out he fell off of the log onto the ground. Unfortunately for him his overlarge nuts and equally large nutsack didn’t follow.

Luther was trying desperately to rip the door handle from the truck. To stop him, I hit him with the stun gun. He was terrified and rightly so.

I tended Darnell’s wounds to keep him from bleeding out.

Even with the morphine and stun gun, it was all we could do to get Luther on the log.  I wanted to keep this set of four large balls for my collection, but this was just too much fun. We got him on the log, I drove the wedge back in and we worked his balls and cock into the crack. His dick was hard even with the morphine suppressing it.  Jill wanted to show him what he would miss from now on.  She spit on the end of this second huge cock and engulfed it in her mouth. In between sucking she asked him, “What do you think of white women now?” He didn’t answer, but his cock did.  With the first hint of cum, she turned his enormous cock up toward his face. Ribbon after ribbon of thick rich ball juice shot all over his face and chest. She took a big gob from his chest and rubbed it on his lips.  She asked him how he liked the taste of cum.  His massive dick was still dribbling when she bent it down into the timber crack. With that, I drove the wedge out. just a little.  The log held his package firmly without crushing anything, another hit on the wedge and again a scream and he like his racist friend, passed out.  When he fell he wasn’t as lucky.  His balls stayed there along with most of his once huge cock. On the other side of luck, I did have an elastrator in my kit.  A severed cock will almost always kill a man. The band from the machine would stop all the bleeding. Although he would lose his cock up to the band. Of course, I put the band right at the base.  I guess that they are still racist but I can assure you that they are not rapists anymore. All four balls were a total loss but I still have a little more than half of Luther’s cock in my collection.

We drove back to Green Bay that night. On the way we stopped at Oshkosh WI for dinner at a little place called Jeff’s. I had pan fried perch and Jill had a grilled chicken salad.

Respectfully submitted

Thecia