Thecia’s Best Paid Job

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old "Cutter."

My friend "Digger" runs a tattoo parlor in Dallas, he’s also my main agent. He checks out possible clients for me to make sure that they are not law enforcement.

He called me with a strange request. A wealthy banker in a medium sized central US town asked for my help.

It seems that the banker’s twin daughters had been brutally raped by three members of a street gang. He said that he didn’t need help with the leader but he did want my talents used on the two henchmen. I learned later why he didn’t need my help with the leader, the leader was found hung from a tree with his balls ripped off and stuffed in his mouth. The banker made it clear that he wanted the other two nutted and released.

Digger checked out the information and we accepted the job. When Digger told him that I only work in Mexico, the banker told him that he would tenfold my fee if I did it in IL, but he wanted possession of the severed balls as part of the deal. That worked out to $15,00 a ball or $60,000 for the job. Not too shabby, I accepted.

I went to a Dixon, IL a town far from the banker’s hometown. It was to be one of the easiest jobs ever. The men were in the tack room of an abandoned stable. Both were tied to old horse rings in the walls. They had jeans, tee shirts and boots on.
Without ceremony, I used my box cutter (I wouldn’t ruin a scalpel on clothes) to remove their clothes and I even cut their boots off. They squirmed and fought but to no avail. Both men were powerful muscled specimens. They faced away from me, but I could see the low hanging sacks filled with hen egg sized balls. Very nice balls. Remember that I’m into balls.

I hefted each set with professional interest. Very nice indeed. I softly and seductively said to the men, "Don’t worry, I’m just here to lighten your load." Of course they had no idea how I planned to lighten their load…I smiled at that.

I later learned that their names were Ben and Jerry. No relation to the ice cream company. I was wearing a surgical mask to protect my identity.

I knelt in front of Ben and took the weight of his substantial cock in my hand, It grew at once. I worked it slowly until it was throbbing and the veins were popping out. I left him then and turned to Jerry. His balls were almost as big but his cock was shorter, fat as hell but shorter. It reminded me of a beer can with a mushroom on it.

I worked him the same way. I promised both men that I would take a second load with a blowjob, but enjoy the hand job for now. Ten seconds before Jerry would have reached the point of no return I stopped and returned to Ben.

It only took Ben seconds to get back to fully primed. I pressed on and behind his prostate and bam! he started to spurt. I pushed harder on his gland and cum sprayed in streams all over the stable wall. His knees buckled and he would have fallen but for the restraints. I followed the same routine with Jerry and his load even exceeded Ben’s. There were puddles of cum on the floor.

I waited a while for each man to recover. I walked up behind them and asked if that was as good as the twins that they raped. They both tensed in fear, until I told them that I had a rape fantasy and that I was going to untie them and have them rape me. That put them at ease.

From behind I worked each ample nutsack with my hands. Ever so slowly their manhood began to rise. Again, I brought the men close, their erections pointing at the wall, almost twitching.

I stood back and said, "we’re going to play a little bondage, I won’t hurt you" I lied.
I didn’t have any of my banding implements, but I did have two new rolls of dental floss. I looped the end around the neck of Ben’s nutsack and began to wind it around and around. He complained, "That hurts." I told him that it was only for a moment and that it wouldn’t really hurt him. I looped and tightened Jerry in the same way.

As I put the final wrap of floss around Jerry’s sack, both sets of balls were doomed.

I worked both ample cocks to a point very close to exploding. I know a little about milking a cock. I brought them off at almost the same instant. As the two men were spurting another huge load each, I quickly brought my curved garden shears to bear. Ben’s large sack sheared off cleanly and dropped into the stainless steel bowl. I love the sound a full ballsack makes when it hits a stainless steel bowl…PLOP. Before Ben stopped screaming Jerry’s Heavy sack fell with the same plopping noise. Satisfying. I don’t usually cut sacks but that’s what the banker paid for and that’s what he got.

Those balls now sit on a shelf in the banker’s den. He had both of the scrotums tanned and the testicles somehow petrified and placed back in the sack. They’re even pink and look as they looked when they were attached to Ben and Jerry.

I drove back to Dixon, turned in the rental car and took an airport limo back to Chicago. I had time before my plane, so I went to a Thai restaurant and had chicken in green sauce. Wonderful.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia