Thecia's Contract

This story takes place about four years ago.

My friend and fellow "cutter" digger called and asked if I wanted to do a contract.

A wife had caught her husband cheating for the third or forth time and wanted it stopped forever.

Digger had quoted her $5,000.00 if the husband was delivered to the specified door and bound, or $10,000.00 if we had to do it all, including the abduction. She said she didn't care about the money as long as we cut those "oversized balls" off of him. My ears perked up at the word "oversized". I've always loved balls especially huge ones.

My first cut set had been taken without the guy's permission, so the prospect didn't scare me.

I was better armed this time because of Digger's help. I now had the necessary drugs and needles to make it easier. The wife supplied the name of the bars and restaurants that he frequented and the nights that he was likely to be at each.

I wore my blonde wig and tried to look less like myself, so that I couldn't be easily identified by the other people there. I finally found him at a bowling alley bar on the north side of town.

I sat next to him while he was talking to a rather shop worn woman on his other side. I turned on my stool and "bumped" into him. I said "Oh! Excuse me", he turned and with a bright smile said that it was OK. He noticed that my drink was empty he offered to buy another. I accepted, and within five minutes had him on the way out the door, heading for a motel. Men are so easy!

I left my rental car at the bowling alley and rode with him to the motel.

Once in the room, I reached in my bag and retrieved several small airline bottles of booze. I told him that I was a flight attendant and that I "came prepared". He opened one of the small bottles of bourbon and downed it in two gulps. I opened one of the tiny bottles of wine but didn't drink. It took only moments for the drug to work..

Whatever Digger had spiked the drinks with put the man in a stupor but didn't knock him out.

I guided him to the bed and without much effort tied his hands and feet to the metal bed frame.

He looked at me with more curiosity than fear and asked "what are you doing."

To keep the noise down, I forced a ball gag into his mouth

In accordance with his wife's instructions I told him "I'm going to cut your balls off."

Slowly the fear did get through his haze. His stupid smile turned to a look of terror.

I snipped his blue jeans off along with his boxer shorts. As I peeled back his shorts I realized that his wife was right, they were truly huge balls. Even bigger than the ones that I have displayed in my apartment on my entertainment center. They were so impressive that I just stood and looked at them for a few minutes. I even fantasized about them smacking me on the ass as this big stud was fucking me. Of course that was never to be, and after tonight never to be with any woman.

As I held them in my hands (it took two hands) I felt the familiar wetness well up in my crotch.

It was not part of the contract, but as an act of compassion, I decided to drain them one last time. He was thinking a little more clearly now and his terror was more pronounced. I carefully washed his ball sack, dabbed it with Betadine lotion and stretched the sack out with my gloved hand. I showed him the scalpel and true to my past experience his big cock sprung to erection.

I desperately wanted to take the whole ball sack, but, heeding Digger's advice, I just slit the side enough to get one massive ball out. I left it to hang on it's cord and repeated the cut on the right side. I slipped the second one out. I loved them , they were so vibrant, warm and huge. I fondled each naked ball and almost came right then and there.

His cock was bigger than most, but not the biggest that I'd seen, maybe eight inches or so and very thick.

I ran my tongue around his helmet and then slowly down his shaft.

In less than a minute he was making pre-cum. There were a few drops of blood in the bowl below his sack, but now he didn't seem to notice. I began to finish him in earnest. it only took a minute more and I felt his first little spurt shoot into my mouth. I always like to taste the output of the balls that I take.

He was shooting for real now. Several very long ropes of cum hit the back of my throat. It ran out of my mouth and onto the cock that it came from. I swallowed some but not all.

I then said two words to him "Last time!"

I put my hand down on my soaking wet pussy, but I didn't cum, at least not yet. I knew when that time would be.

On a whim , I put his naked left nut in my mouth and rolled it around, then the right one got the same treatment. I don't know why I did that, but I loved the feeling.

I took out my little cue card, per the contract, and read to him his wife's words. "This is because you are a whoring, inconsiderate, two timing bastard and you don't deserve to have balls."

With that I calmly pulled each ball as far as I could and tied the cord on each of them, I had a flashing thought of getting a final load out of him, but I dismissed it as being unnecessary.

I looked in his eyes as I sliced through the cord connecting his right ball. His eyes widened as he understood what was really happening. He was protesting into the ball gag, but I ignored him.

Deep in the back of my mind, I had a little hesitation, as I always do. Such a shame, that beautiful rock hard cock is going to become a useless worm. But my job was to cut and cut I would.

His cock was rock hard again. I thought to myself I'll never understand why that happens.

I rubbed my wet spot slowly till I was almost there. Then I made eye contact again and sliced off his left and last ball.

As It came loose in my hand, I shuddered uncontrollably in orgasm. I was so wet that my Levi's were soaked through.

I then cleaned the wound, gave him a shot of antibiotics, cleaned my instruments and placed my new pair of prize nuts in the preservation jar. I then left the room. Digger had warned me not to use my old method of searing the wound as that was as prone to infection as nothing at all.

I walked out of that room $10,000.00 richer, less Diggers ten percent of course.

That set now sits with the others, in a place of honor, on my entertainment center. And, yes, they are bigger than my first set.