My name is Thecia I’m an engineer and a castratrix. The first pays my bill the later feeds my passion. I’ve de-balled so many men that I’ve lost track of the number. I usually nut willing men who pay me well for it, but sometimes there is that guy who has just lost his license to possess them. This is the story of one such man.

I found myself in Enid Oklahoma, I was to meet another engineer to go over some plans for a local pipeline. I met him in the Enid Holiday Inn where we borrowed a conference room to work. We dissected the plans and after a few slight modifications all went well. Since I did not know anyone in town I asked him if he would like to meet me in the restaurant for dinner. He said that would be fine and he would meet me at seven.

I was there a few minutes early and went to the bar to wait. I ordered a spiced rum and coke while I waited. Of course, as will happen at any motel bar a guy hit on me. He introduced himself as Jack, he was a cowboy looking guy, about six foot one and a little rugged looking. At another time I might have been interested, but today I was in work mode and sort of blew him off.

Walter, the other engineer arrived five minutes later and we had a nice dinner. I turned in early as I had to be on the work site at seven the next morning.

The wakeup call came at five thirty and I showered and dressed. I had noticed a diner a few blocks away and bypassed the hotel breakfast. It was a typical mid west diner, the parking lot was lined with pick-up trucks owned by men on their way to work.

I sat at the counter and a man bumped me. I turned and recognized the guy from the hotel bar the night before. He said, “Can I buy you breakfast maam? “His politeness took me off guard and I accepted. He was an oil company “rough neck” and was working for the same oil company that I was consulting with.

When we got up to leave he asked me if he could buy me a drink that evening. On a whim, I said that he could.

He was on time and we had a drink together while we talked. He then offered dinner and I took him up on it.

I really connected with him , so when he asked me to go to his place for a night cap I agreed.

He had a small rented house on the north side of the small town. In TX we would call it a summer house. It consisted of a living room/kitchen a bedroom and a bathroom.

We wasted no time, we sat on the bed and began to make out. One part of a new lover relationship that I love is unwrapping the package. You never know what is there. I’m not a size queen, but I don’t want a tiny noodle dick either. I wasn’t disappointed, he was swingin’ a nice thick eight incher. I had to handle his really big balls as balls are kind of my thing.

He was a powerful man, he picked up my 120 pound body like a kids doll and put me face up on the bed. I wiggled out of my tight jeans and thong with my top still on as he ran his tongue deep in my little pussy, so far so good. I came at least twice and turned to return the favor. I mouthed his big dick, even deep throating it. That’s when the worm turned. He again lifted me and put me on my back with my head over the edge of the bed. He put his rock hard dick in my mouth, as I began to suck he became verbally abusive. He said, “Suck it whore cunt, take it deep in your throat.” With that he began fucking my throat, hard. It wasn’t truly rape but it was against my will. I think the verbal part was worse, things like, “ You’re a two bit AIDS ridden whore,” and “You dog fucking pig.”

I felt his dick get even harder as he shot a great load deep in my throat. I didn’t taste a drop, it was that deep when he shot.

I thought to myself that this guy is crazy and I needed to get out of here. Before I could act he again man handled me, this time back into the missionary position. Surprisingly he was still hard. He drove his cock into me in one long stroke, then he began to fuck me harder than I had ever experienced before. His big balls hit my ass so hard I thought he would hurt them. All the time the verbal abuse continued, things like,” I fucked you’re whore mother” “I fucked you in your mouth like the slut whore you are.” At about this point I ceased being afraid and became very angry. It was incredible hulk time, no man should ever piss off a cutter.

I calmly let him finish. When he stopped thrusting and shot another big load deep inside me, he sort of fell off onto the bed. A few minutes later, wanting to sap as much of his strength as I could, I worked his big cock hard again and sucked him off one more time.

I went to the bathroom to empty the cum that was still hanging out deep inside me. When I got back he looked up and said, “Cunt.” It was the last thing he said for a while. His clock radio exploded when it hit the right side of his head and he was out for the count.

I didn’t have my castration kit, so I had to improvise, I used sheets for bonds and In his bathroom I found an old fashioned double edged razor.

He woke and fought his bonds with all his strength, the sturdy cotton sheets held. He began to curse me again, I told him that that’s what caused his problems In the first place. I told him, “I’m not gonna cut your balls off, but I’m going to make you fear it.”

He screamed terribly as the double edged razor cut into the side of his sack as well as any scalpel. I popped each nut out of its protective sack and used shoe laces to tie off the cords and ducts. Incredibly his massive man pole rose again. This was a good thing, I could now orchestrate my signature cut. I worked his big dick with my hand, after a few minutes I knew it was ready. I said, you remember when I said I wouldn’t’ cut your balls off, well, I lied.” When I felt the first spurt begin to travel up the pole I cut his balls off. I had grown to love the sight of the thick white cum turning pink with the castration cut. It would be his last cum, and his last minute as a man. My guess is that he won’t abuse women any more either.

I used my untraceable cell phone to call an all night drug store and asked them to call the police with the address, I told them that a man was in distress there.

I had already checked out of my hotel room, so I calmly drove out of town. I stopped in a truck stop and had coffee and a bacon and egg sandwich on a round roll. Cutting always makes me hungry.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia

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