Thecia’s Senator

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

Quite by chance, while I was on holiday in Martha’s Vineyard, I met a famous Senator. Actually he hit on me. He was old, fat, kind of ugly, and a more than a little drunk, but I guess his fame gave him confidence. Aside from being a senior senator, his claim to fame (or infamy) was a felony that he committed years before. He was never brought to trial or even arrested for it.

I went along with him and feigned interest. I had a drink with him at the bar. I remember that I had on cut off jeans, a tee shirt and no bra. I got his attention.

He wasted no time, he asked if I would like to see his summerhouse and his boat. I said, "sure, but I’ll have to take my car." An idea was forming as I spoke.

I followed his jeep for about three miles, and into the driveway of a huge beach house. Even the boathouse behind it was bigger than my whole house in Texas.

We went to the boathouse first, inside was a huge finished room around a single boat slip, in the slip was a thirty-five or forty foot cigarette boat. There was even a bar on one side of the structure. He offered me a drink, and I offered to make us both one. He said he would like scotch on the rocks. I poured a full cocktail glass for him and a drop of rum for me with the rest of the glass full of Pepsi. By the time I had two sips of my drink he had finished his.
He stepped onto the boat and reached his hand out for me to step aboard. The boat had a wet bar and an ice machine in the cockpit. I made him another huge drink and put ice in mine. He opened the cabin door to show me the boat, the entire forward part of the boat was one huge bed.

He put his arms around me and pulled me toward him, obviously for a kiss. I steeled myself and forced myself to kiss him. I almost gagged when I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. At the same time I felt his big paw grasp my right breast. I could feel his bulge pressing against me, he wasn’t that drunk. I gently pulled away and said, "not just yet, lets relax a little first." That gave him the unspoken promise of sex.

He was unsteady as he walked across the boat to the rear seats. I took his glass and filled it with the Johnie Walker Blue from the boats liquor cabinet.

He again pulled himself closer for a kiss and a grope, this time he put his hand on my ass. Again I put up with his booze soaked breath and probing tongue. His hand moved from my butt to my crotch. I’m not usually a "cock teaser" but it was part of my plan.

He got up, took a step toward the huge bed and held his hand out to me to follow. I took his hand and as I got up I let my foot go under his leg and as he tripped he fell to the deck, face down.

He was stunned for a second, long enough for me to retrieve one of the coiled ropes from the rear of the boat. As he struggled to get up I kicked him smartly in his EGO inflated balls. While he was doubled up, I managed to get the rope around each wrist. Before he knew it I had both hands tied off to cleats on the side of the boat. He was now face up and he tried to kick me as I attempted to lasso his ankles. He was out of breath and drunk but still very strong. I grabbed a rubber boat fender and swatted him in the balls again. That took the fight out of him. I was able to get his legs tied.
now that he was secure, I ran to my car and got my kit. After I cut his clothes off he looked like a great-beached whale.

He had a pretty good sized set of nuts, but his cock was almost hidden in his nutsack. I wondered how, a few minutes before, I could have felt it through his clothes.

I remembered my friend Jill’s advice, never deball a man without draining him first to show him what he’ll be missing.

As I started playing with his little worm dick it began to grow and grow. To my surprise it finally reached a full, thick, seven inches. I worked it for what seemed like hours. It took forever for him to cum. I thought of giving him a little oral help, but the thought of doing that with this man made me gag. When he finally shot his load there was no spurt, just a few pathetic drops oozed out of his cock tip and ran down the shaft that it had come from.

The rest was simple cutting. I don’t usually cut the scrotum, but this time would be different. I wanted this one.

I made a horizontal incision, I usually make vertical cuts to ease the pain as there is muscle there and the grain runs up and down. I opened both sides and tied off the cords, ducts and vessels. I worked my scalpel slowly around the top of his sack, leaving enough skin to cover the wound. A man's nut saci is much tougher than you would think. It took several minutes of cutting until it came off in my hand. The senator was screaming all the while, but, of course, no one heard in the remote boat house.
 His two large balls just hung there naked. I fondled the right one in my hand and said to the senator, "are these the balls that you used in your infamous crime?" I cut the right one, held it up to his face and laughed. I said, "well, you’ve still got one, maybe I’ll leave it." I saw a little hope in his eyes just before I snipped his last ball and let it fall onto the deck of the boat. I slipped both nuts back into their sack and rubbed his face with his bloody, former family jewels.

His rogue family might continue to rape, but he wouldn’t be raping anyone anytime soon.

I washed the inside of his sack and the severed balls with alcohol and placed them in a peanut butter jar full of formaldehyde. This set would be the jewel of my collection.

I sewed him up and left him tied on the deck of the boat. I got into my rental car and drove to the waterfront, found a lobster restaurant and ordered a traditional New England meal. Lobster, corn on the cob and cornbread, toped off with a Sam Adams beer. Nutting makes me hungry and nutting this bastard made me twice as hungry.
 I took the next ferry to the mainland and I was back in good old Texas the following day.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia