Thecia’s Blackmailer

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old, cutter. I live near Dallas and I only cut in Mexico anymore.

About two years ago I deballed a gay man named George C.  He was happy with the job and loved my work.

Two weeks ago I received a note, through my go between, Digger, from George’s brother, would I contact him as it is an emergency? 

Fearing a complication with his brother, I called him (James) with my untraceable pre-paid cell phone.  He asked if I could possibly see him for the same castration procedure as his brother. I told him to work through Digger and we would go from there.

 Two weeks later, Digger informed me that his background check was ok and if I wanted to, I could cut him. I agreed to meet him the following Saturday at a local family restaurant.  He showed up on time and we spoke at some length. I carefully explained the procedure and told him that it was a serious step and he should really think it through.

When the conversation came to and end, he really floored me. I didn’t believe his words when he said, “What you did to my brother was illegal and I want $5000.00 or the police get called.” My reply was a disbelieving, “What !” 

To give myself time to think, I agreed to his demands.  I told him I would meet him in the restaurant at the Holiday Inn near the airport and I would have the money. I don’t think he could prove anything if he called the cops, but, it would shine an unwanted spotlight on Digger and I.   

I called digger and told him of the blackmail demand. Digger wanted to beat the man and leave him in a pile of broken bones, but I calmed him and cooler heads prevailed.  OK, one cooler head, mine.  I told Digger that I would try to get James to a room and take care of the problem myself. If not I was to give him the money in the lounge and Digger and two biker thugs would take care of business outside.

I met him as planned at the Holiday Inn lounge and we sat with a drink. He drank, I didn’t. Before I could say anything, he said, “This is too public, I’ve got a room.”  I was a little edgy, but I did have mace in my running jacket and a hi-tech needle Tazer in my gym bag.

We took the elevator to the fifth floor and went into room 504.  When we entered the room, without warning, he grabbed me and tossed me on the bed.  He said, “By the way, part of the deal! you’re my bitch now.” “ I love your tight little ass and it’s mine now.”  I had dropped the gym bag four feet away and I couldn’t get to the mace.  I remembered my friend Jill telling me that you shouldn’t argue with a horny man.  Empty his balls first and then deal with him. He tried to rip my running pants off but the tough nylon wouldn’t tear, so he pulled them off over my sneakers. In seconds I was stripped naked by this fairly large man. He held me down with one hand and undressed himself with the other.  I didn’t fight, I might lose the battle but I intended to win the war.

His large dick popped out as he pulled his shorts off.  He reached a hand to my head and said, “suck it cunt, and if you bite I’ll kill you.”  I saw no other options at that time so I sucked him off.  It didn’t take long, when he got close I gently pulled down on his nutsack and he shot like a fire hose. The neat freak in me made sure that I swallowed every drop, so as to not make a mess.

He smiled and asked where the money was, I told him that it was in my bag. He stepped to the bag and pulled the envelope out without looking further.  I needed an opportunity and if he left the room I wouldn’t get it.  I lay back on the bed and began to finger my clit.  He got the message and his cock began to rise again. He didn’t have much sexual imagination and just entered me in the missionary position.  If I hadn’t been playing with myself he would have hit a dry hole.

I played the game with him, I said things like, “fuck me harder” “Oh my god” and “I love it.”  When I felt him explode, he fell to the side and closed his eyes, my chance.  I stepped out of bed toward my jacket that contained the mace, he rolled toward me and yelled, “What are you doing?”  He began to get out of bed and I knew that I couldn’t reach the mace before he reached me.  The room had a table and two wooden chairs, I picked up one of the chairs and before he could stand up I hit him full on the side of his head.  He fell to his knees with his torso on the bed. Before he could regain his senses, a full shot of mace hit him.

While he was crying, I tied his hands and feet to the bed rails.  I wiped his face with a wet towel and said, “Now who is whose bitch?”  He was yelling at me and in mid curse, I popped a ball gag into his mouth.

When I nut a man, I usually slice each side of his ball sack, pop each ball out, tie off the ducts and cords and then snip them off, sewing the empty sack up later. This would be different.

I slipped a plastic wire tie around the neck of his scrotum and with pliers, pulled it as tight as I could. His big balls looked even larger tied like that.  In my bag I had two six inch oak dowels and a length of monofilament fishing line. Using the oak as handles I wrapped the line around each dowel. I now had a prefect garrote. I wrapped the center of the line around his nutsack, just under the wire tie.  I donned my velvet gloves and caressed his dying balls with one hand while I played with his hard dick with the other. He was not so defiant now, he was obviously pleading even with the gag in his mouth.

After a few minutes his last load of cum, ever, spurted from the tip of his once impressive cock.  As it was still pumping, I grabbed the oaken handles and pulled for all that I was worth.   The line sliced through his nutsack and its cords like the whole thing was made of butter. His balls, still inside his sack, hit the bed without a sound. My last words to him were, “One word and I come back for your cock!” The moral here is, if you are a man, never piss off a castratrix.

I cleaned myself up, changed into grey sweats, placed his balls in a peanut butter jar and quietly left the room.

I drove back to the other side of Dallas and stopped at Hank’s for a bite.  I had a BLT wrap, sweet potato fries and a small beer.  Life is good.

BTW My friend Jill is missing (really).  Jill if you read this please call or e-mail me.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia