Thecia’s Athletes

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

In my day job I’m an engineer, but my avocation is more exciting. I almost always come to orgasm when I slice off a nice set of balls. I cut as often as I want and I have a waiting list.

My friend Jill came to me with a strange job/challenge. Would I go to South Padre Island and settle a bet between three collage jocks? It seems that in the heat of a drunken "pissing contest" they agreed to bet their balls on who could stay on water ski’s the longest. I told Jill that they would get over it, no young guy really wants to bet his balls. It seems that they had already paid "Digger" my agent, expenses for my trip down there and a $1000. deposit.

Just for giggles, I decided to go. We got there the following morning, Digger, Jill and myself. Digger had trailered his boat, a two engine, powerful, fiberglass thing. He was more serious than I was.

I met the youths, each about 20 years old. Hank, Richard and Tom seemed like sensible men except for this ego problem. They wanted to stay on water skis until one of them fell off. Then I was to slice off the loser’s nuts. I knew it couldn’t work because the loser would surly change his mind after the fall. I offered my own plan.

The following morning we went south to Mexico and all three men were ready. Jill said, "wait a minute, one of these kids is going to lose his nuts, shouldn’t we drain them one last time?" Jill is a little bit of a slut and that’s how she thinks. I guess I’m a little bit of a slut too because, looking at these three muscled hunks of youth my little private area got very wet.

Jill had their suits off in seconds, all three lived up to their hidden promise. All had great packages and were almost erect. With a little touch from Jill all three cocks stood out. I usually use a velvet glove to "drain" a set of balls, but Jill got her mouth into the action and I followed suit. I got Hank, who had a nice large set of balls and a super hard cock. When I felt him start to cum, I pressed on his prostate and a huge load ensued. More than my mouth could handle and it shot out of the corners. When the last pulse had stopped, I spit his big load into the sea. I looked to my right and Jill had finished Richard and swallowed his load. She was now onto Tom. Tom’s cock was a little shorter than Hank’s but much thicker. She was working him well, but there was enough shaft showing that I could get a few licks on it. When he shot his load, I never saw a drop, Jill just swallowed it. All of this time Digger was at the wheel watching. I had never seen Digger in a sexual way, but it was for sure that he was horny. Jill moved forward on the boat and purposely took Diggers cock in her mouth. That was the third load she had swallowed that morning.

All three men were nude. I stood each on up and tied the end of 120’ of parachute cord tightly around the top of each sack. Their balls stood up like little doorknobs. I then passed then each the end of their 100’ tow rope. If I let the ropes go from the boat, nothing would happen, but if a man fell the boat would go 20 more feet and the parachute cord would rip his gonads off. The ego problem would not allow any one of them to back out. The same ego problem caused them to increase the stakes. Their new deal was that only one would win. We would go until only one remained. Each was very sure of their own strength that each "knew" that he would be the winner.

They got into the water and were in their skis and ready in minutes. Digger took the slack out of the ropes and when all three were tight he applied power to the engines. The three came out of the water as one, but, suddenly Hank seemed to trip, he never got fully up and landed sideways on his shoulder. Before any of us could gasp, the parachute cord tightened and Hank screamed. The cord had stretched so far and his balls had ripped so violently that the cord acted like a rubber band and sprang back onto the boat. The result was that Jill got hit full in the face with the end of the rope and Hanks now dead and useless balls. The power in the cord was almost spent , so she didn’t get hurt badly.
I let the lines go on the remaining two skiers and we retrieved Hank from the water. We moved him into the small cuddy cabin in the boat and I tended his wounds. His nuts stayed with the cord. I untied them and put them in a jar to preserve them.

Within twenty minutes we were ready to resume. Despite their buddy being deballed, each man wanted to carry on. Jill and I agreed that they were assholes.

Digger again poured on the power, this time both men got to the standing position. We dragged them around for over an hour with both men smiling. They bumped each other a couple of times but to no avail. Digger jumped our wake many time and varied the speed to make it harder for them.

Richard again tried to bump Tom, Tom veered away and seemed to be stable on the skis. As he returned to the centerline Richard hit him again, this time their skis tangled and both wavered and began to fall. I tried to release the lines because we wanted a winner and if both lost we would not have one. My hands were just too slow, both fell and a microsecond later the cords came tight. We heard the screams even as the men went under water. Again the cords did their rubber band thing, only this time they didn’t reach the boat.

We dragged both nutless men into the boat just as we saw the first shark appear.

I pulled in the first cord and untied the balls hanging there, as I pulled the second cord I saw the shark bite it, the third set of balls was never to grace my collection. But the shark looked happy.

All three men survived, but none of them won the contest. I got paid and I got two nice sets of balls for my collection. I could only label one, as I didn’t know whom the second set was ripped from.

We turned back toward America and the boat ramp on South Padre Island. On the trip back, Jill and I shared tuna salad sandwiches and the bottle of wine we had in our cooler. I think Digger was a little seasick, as he had none. The three collage studs were studs no more. I’ll bet they don’t have that massive ego either.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia