My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old cutter.

I live in a medium size town just outside of a big city in Texas. I travel a lot, but this is still my home.

The local paper made a big deal of a Wal-Mart trying to move into the town. They wanted to build on a tract of land that was formerly the local airport. Unfortunately this included a half dozen private homes adjacent to the site.

The developer requested that the city council seize this land with imminent domain, thus forcing the people to leave their family homes.

I along with many of my neighbors opposed this as un-American. I can understand doing it for a highway or public use, but for a Wal-Mart, not if I can help it.

My job as an engineer required me to go to New Jersey for several months and when I returned the foundation for the store was in place, the family homes were but a memory.

When I was speaking to my friend Jill about it she expressed her displeasure. She told me of three city councilmen who sold the town out. It was common knowledge that they each accepted a bribe. I won’t use their last names here, but it was the City Council president Paul, Councilman Bob and Councilman Rolph. Jill’s words were, “That was pretty damn ballsy of them, the bastards!”

The word, “Ballsy” triggered something in me, after all that’s what I do.

I couldn’t stop the Wal-Mart, but I could stop them. Rolph was second generation from a Russian immigrant family and looked the part. I knew that he had dinner at least once a week at The Branding Iron restaurant. He would always have a few drinks after dinner and leave by the back door to his car.

This Thursday evening as he sat behind the wheel, I popped up from the back seat and drive the hypodermic needle into his neck. The potion that Digger had concocted dropped him in a little more than a second.

Jill came out of the shadows and we bound him with duct tape. We drove to the yard of an abandoned farm north of town and dragged him into the former cow barn. He lay next to Bob who we had already captured.

Jill and I both wore hoods, this was too close to home to chance being recognized.

In seconds we had their clothes cut off and they lay naked on the hard concrete floor.

Rolph had an average package but Bob was something, His balls were not that impressive but his dick was the size of a rolling pin, a big rolling pin.

Per our un-written tradition, we began to jerk the men off. Just to let them know what they would never feel again. Jill was working on Bob, she had both hands on his massive dick, with room left over for a third hand. Rolph came quickly, he shot only one stream and then pumped out pulses of low pressure jizz. Bob was not ready, but Jill seemed to like the equipment and straddled him, engulfing his enormous tool. She slid up and down on it, as she felt it tighten, she climbed off and let it shoot into the air.

Normally I cut very carefully with sterile methods. This time I grabbed Rolph’s balls, pulled them hard and sliced them off, sack and all. I stemmed the bleeding and removed one of his nuts from its bag. Moving to Bob, I held the ball in his face and told him that if he crushed it with his teeth he could keep his own set.

He didn’t want to do it, but reluctantly he did. The ball flattened and then popped with an audible bursting sound. We made him eat the crushed remains.

I held Bobs balls out from his body and, looking him in the eye, I said, you are a politician, you should know people lie. As I said this my scalpel cut through his scrotum, cords and vessels. His balls fell to the concrete without a sound. His eyes widened and he passed out. Of course I made Rolph eat one of Bob’s balls, threatening him with a scalpel to his cock if he refused.

We left them there and went in search of the Council President, Paul. It was now very late and we hoped to find Paul home. When we arrived his car was in the driveway. We knew that he never set the alarm. The house was huge, but it was only one floor. Jill and I crept around the house peeking in windows like petty burglars. Finally she spotted the bed room. Paul was fucking his trophy wife, and doing a pretty good job of it. They were doing it missionary style, his beg balls slammed his wife’s ass with every stroke. He was fifty and she was less than half his age at twenty four.

With all the music and carnal activity going on they didn’t hear us come in through the unlocked sliding door. I drove my hypodermic needle into his neck while Jill subdued the wife. A needle to her neck followed and it was over.

For security reasons we took them both with us. At the barn, they were just able to stagger, they gasped at the sight of the two councilmen that were naked and bleeding from their now balless bodies.

Jill told the woman that we knew they hadn’t finished and she should get her big O and he should shoot his last load. At first she refused, but a stiff slap to the face changed her mind. We had her bend over two bales of hay and raise her waiting and still wet pussy for him. I’m not gay, but her butt and upturned clam like pussy even turned me on.

I told him that if he pleased her properly, unlike his colleagues, we would spare his balls.

For an older guy, his dick got hard in a hurry. His hands still bound, he kneeled behind his young wife and tongued her waiting pussy. He didn’t have to, it was already dripping wet. He stood and slid his rock hard dick in and began pumping. Again his big balls slapped her ass. He tightened up and gasped, “Chrissie, I’m cuuuuuming.” That was my cue, I grabbed his nutsack and drew the straight razor across the neck of his sack (I had retired my scalpel for this one.) The big sack fell off in my hands, he screamed but his dick kept pumping. Damn, again I had lied to a scum bag, but, somehow I would sleep at night. When he pulled out, her pussy was running with pink blood stained cum. The thick rich cum ran out of her still throbbing pussy, down her leg and onto the floor.

He fell to the floor still screaming. Another needle stopped the noise and I stopped the bleeding as well as I could.

I held the sack by its neck and showed it to Chrissie. I said, “You should thank me, you don’t want these, you’re just in it for the money. Now you can get fucked by a real man and use Paul for prestige.”

We left all four of them bound on the hard concrete floor. The men will all think twice before accepting another bribe.

On the way home we stopped at an all night diner in McKinney. Jill had a Mexican omelet and I had two poached eggs over corned beef hash and an English muffin. Cutting makes me sooooo hungry.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia