I had met Greg at a bridal shower earlier this year in Rochester, New York. He was the entertainment, a very hot-bodied stripper. His act was very clever. He was a magician in a long black cape, and started out making rabbits, flowers and bowls of goldfish appear. Then he started making things DISAPPEAR. He would hold his cape wide open, then sweep it shut, spin around, and flash it open again. And each time an article of his clothing had vanished. First his tuxedo jacket, then his white dress shirt disappeared to reveal his extraordinary physique. Powerful arms and shoulders; firm pecs graced with tiny pin-point nipples; rippling abs. Then his trousers disappeared to expose bulging calves that flowed up to muscular thighs that only emphasized the bulging pouch of his black silk

g-string. With his final spin he threw off his cape and stood before us in all his naked glory. And he WAS glorious. His cock was thick and long, fully erect with a large pink mushroom head dancing above the lowest-hanging velvety sac of huge testicles I had ever seen!

They were still swinging back and forth, banging from one muscular thigh to the other, from the force of his last spin. I knew right then I HAD to HAVE that set of balls. He wasn't in the least embarrassed as one woman after another grabbed for his magnificent cock. When he felt someone was missing out on the fun, he shoved that ten inches of manhood in her face. When he approached me, I think I startled him a little when I ignored his roaring hardon, and quickly grabbed his flopping nutsac. But he seemed to enjoy the attention I paid to his hefty balls. They were HUGE! Heavy, firm with just a little "give' when I squeezed them hard. THAT opened his eyes, but I could tell he liked the rough treatment I was dishing out. I knew they were meant for ME!

After the party I approached him and asked his fees and if he would be interested in performing at my next BALL. When I offered him twice his usual fee, he jumped at the chance. I said I would like him to do his magic act, but with a couple small changes. We could work it out when the time came.

The night of my BALL had arrived. I had invited all my cutter friends, male and female. They were only to observe - this party was for ME! They could enjoy the show but the final act would be mine.

Greg knew he would be concentrating on me, and did his act directly in front of me. He would repeat his act from the bridal shower, but once naked, he would perform a sexy little dance, with me sitting at eye-level with his crotch.

Everyone clapped and applauded as his clothes disappearred. There were cheers and whistles when he opened his cape to expose his bulging g-string. But when he tossed his cape aside, and began to shake his huge vulnerable genitals in my face, there was total silence.

Greg's face registered his curiosity. At this point in his act, his audience usually went WILD! He hesitated a moment, his wildly swinging balls coming to rest far down his thighs. He looked at me, and I smiled and motioned for him to continue. With a big grin on his face, he closed his eyes and pulled his hips back, then forward to send that trophy sac of balls swinging up at my face.

I grabbed them in mid-swing, and as he moved to swing back again, I pulled my straight razor from under my seat. I felt his velvety bag pull through my fingers, and closed my fist around his big balls when they reached the bottom of his fleshy sac. As he swung forward again, I tugged those heavy nuts away from his crotch as far as I could, and on his first backward movement, drew that deadly sharp straight razor through the soft fine skin of his scrotum, severing his big nuts just below his arching cock.

It happened so quickly, Greg did not immediately feel anything. But the room erupted in applause when the slice was made. Greg, his hands clasped behind his head, opened his eyes to see his audience. He was still gyrating when he looked at me, still with that stupid grin on his face.

When I smirked back and held up his lopped-off ballsac in my hand, his expression changed instantly from amusement to HORROR! He stopped in mid swing and grabbed his still hard cock in one hand. Jerking it aside, he looked at the ruin I had just commited. His other hand reached below his now shooting cock, unable to truly believe that what was once there to grab, was now gone. His face crumpled up, and in a little-boy whine that rose to a loud roar,he said, "My baaAALLLLLLLS." With his hands clasped between his legs, his now soft, limp cock hanging over his wrist, Greg staggerred away to collapse against the wall. The incredibly handsome bodybuilder example of manhood was now a castrated, useless eunuch. His heavy muscle mass would atrophy to flabby flesh; his big proud cock would never stand again. And his big fleshy sac of testicles would be the crowning glory of my collection.

My friends cheered and applauded the unmanning of this exceptional young man. Everyone had to touch or squeeze my new trophy, and say something humiliating to the new eunuch. Several cutters actually pulled his hands away from his crotch to admire my handiwork.

We bundled his cape between his legs, and dropped him at the nearest emergency room, then went on to feast and celebrate. The acquiring of such a superb satt of balls doesn't happen every day. But I'm ALWAYS on the lookout for the next ripe pair to harvest. Thecia