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

My real career is engineering. I travel a lot and while I live in TX I spend so much time in NJ that the company keeps a home there for me.

All of my cutting contracts come through a friend and agent in Dallas. He does the background check and handles the money. His name is “Digger.” Digger called me with a possible job right in the NJ area. I almost only cut in Mexico now to avoid legal problems.

He told me that we shouldn’t take this one as it was too risky.

The client was a 50 year old man who had a problem with his daughter. She was date raped by a 22 year old BMOC. The girl, Julie, was kind of a nerd, when the star quarterback showed interest in her she folded like a lawn chair. Being un-worldly she didn’t know anything about birth control or “morning after” pills, so she managed to get herself pregnant. Even though she protested he raped her brutally, both vaginally and anally.

The client, a guy named Ralph, found out that this young man had a hobby of crushing young girls. He would hit on them, rape/fuck them once and simply never speak to them again. He would post their nude pictures on the net, sometimes with his cock in their mouths. His well connected family had kept him out of trouble.

Ralph offered me ten thousand dollars a ball for the kid’s nuts. Ralph had a private eye follow the kid and learned that he worked part time for a Jersey shore yacht club. In the winter months he had access to a tool room in the club, there was a bunk in the room.

Ralph’s daughter told us, through Ralph, that he was hitting on a girl in the chess club who was the same nerdy type.

It was Friday night, so Jill and I staked out the yacht club. Sure enough his corvette showed up around 11 PM. He and the girl got out and walked to the room. We crept up and could overhear their conversation. She said, “Bob, are you sure we should be here?” Bob laughed and replied, “Don’t worry, you’re with me.” We could hear them making out, but so far she hadn’t said no.

We heard her say, “NO! Not there.” Then we heard a scream. We took that as our cue and burst in through the door. Bob turned and exclaimed, “What the fuck.” He was a big guy, more than a match for Jill and I put together. He was a sight, completely nude with his huge erection pointing toward the ceiling. He pointed to the door and told us the get the fuck out. I had planned to hit him in the chest with the tazer, but on a whim I brought the tazer to his rock hard dick. He jolted and ended up on the ground he held his shocked privates as he fell.

The girl was in tears, her little asshole was seeping bright red blood. Jill helped her and took her to a local hospital. I tied up the egotistic big man.

By the time Jill got back I had poor Bob spread eagled, face down on the small bed. She asked me why he was face down, she knows that I cut from the front. I asked her if she had her big bag in the car, fully knowing that she did and what she had in it. She smiled and retrieved the bag.

I rummaged in the bag and found what I was looking for, a big black strap-on dildo. I said to Bob, “so you like little girl assholes.” “It must feel good, right?” This thing must have been eight inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. I don’t have lesbian tendencies nor have I ever had a dick in my butt, but somehow I knew this was going to be fun (for me, not for him.)

I strapped it on and drove it toward his brown eye. I pushed as hard as I could but it wouldn’t start. My pelvis hurt from trying. In the corner was a small bottle of “2 cycle” oil. I put a drop on the tip and tried again. The first inch slipped in with some difficulty and a lot of screaming on Bob’s part. I worked it in and out, a half inch at a time. His screams matched my strokes. I was getting off on this, I had always wondered what having a dick would feel like and this was as close as I would ever get. I fucked him for a good ten minutes. His asshole was bleeding much more than the young girl’s was when we took her to the hospital. The blood was running down and covered his big balls.

I banded the neck of his sack with an elastrator and found a garden shear on a shelf in the room.

I asked him, “Are you going to stop hurting women?” he said, YES, YES, NEVER AGAIN.”

I hefted his balls and told him that I guess he wouldn’t need these anymore. His answer was, “NO. NO. PLEASE. PLEASE, NOT MY BALLS.”

I let his still attached balls drop to the bed and Jill reached between his legs and began to stroke his huge cock. Jill said, “Hmmm, in different times I might just ride this thing myself.” He seemed to forget his pain as his erection came back. After a few minutes, Jill looked at me and nodded, he was ready to cum. She had him rolled on his side as far as the restraints would allow. When the first huge rope of thick cum shot, I brought the handles of the shear together. He screamed like a banshee, shaking the walls on the old outbuilding.

His big balls fell dead on the bed, still encased it their sack. His big dick kept spewing cum, only now it had the pink tint of blood in it.

I held his nuts in front of his face, sack and all, he screamed again and passed out.

Jill and I walked to the deserted bulkhead and tossed the shears into the water, even if they were found the fingerprints and DNA would be washed away by the salt water. Using my untraceable cell phone I called the local suicide hotline. (They don’t record their calls) I told them the address and that a man had tried to kill himself. I knew that they would send help.

Bob’s balls are now in a crystal container on display in Ralph’s den. Bob does not hurt young women anymore.

On the way home we stopped at an all night diner. I had a Greek salad and Jill had poached eggs and bacon. I always get hungry when I slice off a nice set of nuts.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia