My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m also an engineer. My vocation and my avocation keep me very busy. Early this summer I decided to take a vacation from both.

My friend and sometimes assistant, Jill, rented a beachfront home on the gulf coast in Florida. This was in the big bend part of Florida where the panhandle meets the peninsula.

The area is very quiet and still undiscovered. The town had about 500 people and its only claim to fame was a large modern marina. The town police station was a phone booth. It was even clearly marked, “POLICE STATION.”

Jill and I had dinner in a local seafood restaurant where we met two interesting guys. They were very confident, to the point of being an annoyance to me, but Jill didn’t seem to mind. We went to the marina bar with them and had a pretty good time. I left to go back to the house, but Jill stayed with one of them, his name was Paul. I went to bed about eleven and Jill rolled in around four AM.

She had more to drink after I left and ended up on the guy’s boat. She, in her words, “fucked the snot out of him.”

Knowing my penchant for balls, she couldn’t wait to tell me that Paul was swinging tennis balls between his legs.

He had cum for the final time that night and his mood changed dramatically. He told her to beat it. He was done with her, he even called her a cum dumpster.

I looked at her and said, “You know? He doesn’t deserve to have balls, especially such nice big ones.”

Two nights later we found him walking from the restaurant to the marina. He smiled at Jill and said a warm “Hi!” I guess he was horny again. She whispered something to him about, “both of us.” His beaming smile told me that he liked the idea.

We made our way to his sport fishing boat and sat to have a drink with him. I managed to slip some of “Digger’s” potion into his drink and in minutes he was out.

In the time that I’ve been working as a cutter, I’ve made around one hundred eunuchs. Of the two hundred or so balls that I’ve cut, this set was near the biggest. When he woke he was firmly secured to the bunk. I found a large fishhook and pulled it through his big dick, just under his helmet. I secured this with fishing line to a cabinet handle above him. Even if his bonds failed this would keep him in place. His flaccid dick must have pulled out to about eight inches. His whole package was impressive.

In the galley I found a small cutting board and slipped it under his ball sack. With the heel of my hand I pressed on one of his big balls. I only weigh 120 pounds but I put all of it that I could on his unlucky ball. As I did, I said, “How did you enjoy your “cum dumpster” the other night? The ball didn’t rupture, but he did scream. Jill, being who she is, dropped her shorts, then her thong, before squatting over his face, pressing her shaven pussy right onto his mouth. She told him that if he bit her, he would lose his nuts. He had no idea that his big baby makers were doomed anyway.

This was the first time in years that I didn’t cut for money or for revenge, after all I was on holiday and it was a fun thing.

We took turns punishing his big gonads, first with pins and them with a small bat that was used for killing fish.

The oversized nuts were quite red and swollen but Jill wanted to have some more fun with him. She gently massaged his damaged scrotum and worked the base of his dick. Despite the damage, it soon rose to the occasion. It was even more impressive hard. While being careful of the fish hook, Jill worked his large shaft with her oiled hand and kissed his helmet with her wet tongue and lips, even slipping her tongue into the tiny hole there. When he began to cum a huge ribbon of sperm erupted from his shaft, the first little bit hit Jill in the eye, but she caught the rest of the huge load in her mouth. As his load was empting I brought the fish bat down on his left ball as hard as I could. The ball made a sort of “Sploush popping” sound as it ruptured. His final spurt was tainted with the pink color of a blood/cum mixture. He began to scream again, but even as she was swallowing the thick rich load of cum, Jill managed to squash his scream with her pussy. His scream turned into more of a “Muuff” noise.

I didn’t have my castration kit with me, so I used a fish fillet knife, after tying the neck of his nut sack off with regular rubber bands.

The super sharp knife made it easy for the entire sack to fall off into my hand. The severed sack contained one mashed ball and one intact (albeit severed) ball. There was very little blood due to my rubber bands.

I didn’t have my regular peanut butter jar full of formaldehyde, so I put the set in a zip lock bag full of Ice. The next evening Jill and I would giggle as we used dead for bait to catch crabs. Paul wouldn’t be so cocky anymore.

Later we drove an hour to Tallahassee to celebrate with a fine dinner at the local Outback steak house. I had a half rack of ribs and Jill had the bacon wrapped fillet. It was wonderful. Deballing always makes me hungry.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia