Thirty Seconds

I don't even noose them. I know...they say that’s the way it has to be done, but I can tell you it isn't. I love their expression when I take out their balls...watching it, feeling it be done to them, and all the time they watch they are powerless to stop it. I've done them at all ages, but it is the older men that I enjoy doing the most, especially the married ones. I think it is because they KNOW, and in fact, they LIVE for the balls in their sac, feeling their meat and longing for their next opportunity to spurt out their seed. It's almost comical, the way they strut and do their macho thing, drinking their beers and bragging to their friends, while treating the women they know as nothing more than sexual objects to be conquered and fertilized.

In my personal experience half the time they can't even perform in bed, and over the years I've grown tired of listening to their office jokes and the way they build themselves up while they put down women. In their fantasies they think of themselves as teenagers, with stiff dicks and heavy balls, when in the reality of the bedroom I've found out that the truth is usually something quite different. When they come to me and open their wallets most of them want what they can't get at home.

I don't mind sucking off a man, but hell, half of the men that come to me end up trying to gag me and sometimes even sucking them won't get them fully hard. It's not the blow job I mind so much, as it is the urine and their sweat and the way they grunt when I'm doing them. Most of them smell and they all need a shower. It makes me sick, and I love nutting them.

The trick is getting them tied up. Still, they are so desperate for something new, for something different that it's really not that difficult. You would think it would be, that a man would never let himself be put in such a precarious position without a struggle, especially from someone he doesn’t even know, but in fact that's just not the case. For one thing, they are MEN and I am a woman, and they don’t sense the danger. So, I've never had any problem getting them tied and ready. I've found that the key is in their dicks....just give em the suck and do it well, and soon enough they will do ANYTHING to get you to keep it going. I pull out the cuffs then, and give them a wink, and while a few say no most do not. Of course, once they are cuffed and their hands and the headboard are one and the same, then it’s a simple matter to bind their ankles and to pull their legs out wide and open.

I always gag them then, before they see the danger and yell for help. After I've got their mouths stuffed with the ball gag, I get the tv going to mask their grunting. The adult channels are the best, and there is something fitting and appropriate about letting them watch the porn as I unman them. After I have them gagged and the tv set up, then I show them my tits if I haven’t already done so. I think it's so funny the way they stare; the way their eyes go wide and they look so confused.

Tied there, they don't understand the gag, and yet when they see my tits and listen to the television as the porn stars do their fucking, their own pricks usually jut up then, thick, hard, and with the veins almost popping. I like to play with their fat pricks then, working the skin over them, up and down, just sliding my fist up and down as I watch them watch me.

They always stare at either my tits or the tv or my hand, that is working their cock, and as they watch they usually moan with the pumping. I watch their own little nipples, and their balls, and when the nips turn to points and their balls pull up tight into their sac, that's when I know they are close. Of course, that's when I stop. Giving them pleasure is not the thrill.

Well, I can't do them all, but I do my share, and when I do I always giggle. Just thirty seconds. That's all it takes to start the process that will turn a sexually active man into a docile creature who is worth knowing. The married ones always panic, and I think it's because they are thinking of more than their balls and what they will have to say when they next face their spouse. I figure their marriages are in the downturn anyway, or they wouldn't be paying me money and seeking a fuck. They deserve what they get, and I'm glad to do them.

Last night I did a forty year old. Wife, two kids, and everything, and yet here he was, in a hotel room in the seedy section of town, with his dick down my throat, half hard and yet pumping as if he hadn't had sex in years. I wasnt sure he could still get a full erection, or even cum, but once I had him cuffed and tied up and the tv going he started struggling and for a moment I thought he might have a heart attack.

Still, even so, with all my work I could only get his prick semi-erect, and so it was laying long but flat, on his belly, and I had to laugh. I smiled then and took off my blouse, and then with my tits staring at him and my hand on his noodle and the tv screen filled with fucking then, FINALLY, he grew rock hard and stiff and eager. After that his fat cock was literally jutting out of his pubic mound, stiff, growing up out of his mat of hair and the end purple and oozing with the fluids of his sex. He made me sick.

I worked the skin of his cock like a jackhammer, and flicked my thumb up under the head of his dick with each stroke. It didn't take long, and he was ready. Just before he shot his wad I stopped, and let his dick bounce and quiver, the bead of his sex anointing the tip and glistening in the light of the room. I opened the drawer and pulled out the knife, and he panicked then, afraid, scared to the core, and yet his cock stayed hard and up and out of my way.

I looked at the clock, and as the second hand passed twelve, I made the slice, a horizontal line under his cock and through the upper part of his scrotum. With a single, quick pull of the knife, I opened up his sack and exposed the top of his balls. I gave his nuts a squeeze then, and his two orbs popped up and through the slit. He screamed into his gag, staring at them, with a look of total disbelief on his face as he watched it happen. He watched, stared, as I slit his sac and gave it the squeeze, and then after that his balls were coming out through the slit as if they were being born.

As I was castrating him, on the hotel tv the porn star pulled out his foot-long dick and then pumped his own giant cock with his fist, squirting out this huge load that went on and on and splashed across the woman he had been fucking.

The man tied to the bed was a spurter too, and it was all too much for him. They don't always cum, but he did, and so as I pushed out his balls his prick erupted and his semen pumped out of his cock and ran down, over his shaft, thick and gooey and disgusting. It pooled on his belly. He and the man on the screen both grunted as they pumped out their wads. Still, I didn't care, and so I castrated him, as he ejaculated the essence of his manhood even as I squeezed his sac and pushed out his balls.

As the tv star grunted with the man's pleasure, the reality for the man I was castrataing was quite differnt. Still, they both stopped cumming at the same time, just as I pulled outward on his twin orbs and sliced them off. I glanced at the clock and the second hand was passing the six, and it was done. Castrated. I was giggling then, the way I always do, and after that I scooped up his testicles and put them in my purse, next to the little cold pack that will keep them until dinner. I pushed some gauze into his hole, where his balls used to be, and after that his sac was stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, totally full and yet oh-so-empty. It made me laugh.

Then, finally, just before I left him there, I opened his wallet and took out the money he owed me. While I was looking, I took note of his name and address, and then opened the phone book and found his number. The call was short, and yet it was enough. While I'd have loved to see his expression when the wife arrived, I knew enough not to wait around. Besides, I was hungry.

And so, I left him. His semen was flooded out on his belly, in a puddle, the thick goop of his last wad laying like snot from his prick, which was now limp and useless forevermore. The porn movie had moved on, and there was another couple beginning their foreplay.

Still, the clock was still ticking, the second hand moving, and it was time to leave. Still, just thirty seconds....that's all it had taken. Thirty seconds to shoot his wad. Thirty seconds to take his balls. With a final wink, I walked out of his life, and left him there, watching porn tv with his limp dick and empty sac, his last wad splashed on his belly and his wife on the way.

[Authors note: © Copyright February, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]