Thecia’s call to duty

I’m a 30 (soon to be 31) year old female "cutter".

I’ve been cutting for about six years and I’ve done about 70 procedures.

I’m paid very well for my work, but sometimes I’m called upon to do a good deed for the community.

One of my good friends is a director of a woman’s advocacy group. Her name is Dr. Anita Pan. She read my story of rape revenge in the Archives and asked if it were true. I assured her that the gist was true but I had embellished the story to make it more interesting reading.

She informed me that a street gang had raped two women in Brooklyn NY. The women, a thirty two-year-old teacher and a seventeen-year-old student, had just left school. This happened in broad daylight at three thirty PM.

Three of the gang members had been caught and tried. However a police procedural failure and an illegal search had set them free.

The good doctor had plans for the three who had been tried and needed my help.

I arrived at Newark Airport and checked into a local Holiday Inn. I drove my rental car to a local hardware store and purchased a small camping hatchet, a few large nails and a twenty-ounce hammer. I had a scalpel and the rest of my kit in my checked baggage.

Anita met me the next day and together we drove through Staten Island, over the VZ Bridge and into the borough of Brooklyn. We followed local roads to the intersection of Fourth Avenue and 25^th street. About a half a block up 25^th we came to an unmarked brick building.

Before we entered, she said "Remember what these guys did, I want it to hurt and I want it so they can never do this kind of thing again." "The reason that you are here, is that I do want them to live and I know that you won’t botch the job."

When we entered the men were quite trussed up and ready for me. They were two black men and a white man. They were dressed in baggy jeans and soiled t-shirts. I had on a pair of tight jeans and a light jacket over a tank top. Dr. Anita was dressed much as I was.

We put on surgical masks, more to hide our identity than for sanitary purposes. I removed the blindfolds from each man but left the gags in their mouths. The looked amused and arrogant at this point.

With my scalpel, I slowly cut the trousers off of the first black man, then the second and finally the white man. The two black men had boxers on and the white man had on jockeys. I sliced the light cotton underwear from each and beheld my new project.

The first black man and the white man had cut, average sized cocks and pretty normal balls…the second black man was like a cartoon. His whole package looked like it belonged on a donkey. His cock was easily the thickness of my forearm and almost as long. His balls were near tennis ball size. If I didn’t see it I wouldn’t have believed it.

Each man was secured to a 4 X 8 sheet of heavy plywood and leaned back at an angle. Their legs were spread to the width of the plywood.

I calmly told them why they were here and I told them "I’m going to slice your balls off." Their amusement turned to fear, although I think that they didn’t believe me as yet.

I told the smaller of the black men that he would be first and that he should thank me because he would be the quickest.

I took a page from my earliest cuttings and plugged a large soldering iron into a socket. I knew that that would stop the bleeding in a hurry.

I lifted the first man’s cock and gently began to stroke it. I had never seen a black cock before and it was interesting to me. I stroked it until it was very hard. I asked him if raping the women had felt good. I took off my tank top and asked him if she had breasts like these. He was oozing pre-cum and I stopped. I pulled his balls away from his body and without ceremony, nailed his scrotum to the board. He momentarily lost his erection, but a few strokes and a few erotic words brought him back. I felt him tense and I saw his balls try to pull up against the nails. When he shot, I stood aside and the stream went a good two to three feet across the room. I was careful to avoid the ropes of cum…Possibility of AIDS you know!.

I placed the business edge of the hatchet against the highest part of his scrotum. I saw the sweat break from his forehead. With no more talk, I brought the full weight of the hammer down on the back of the hatchet. It sliced through the cords and sack then embedded itself in the wood.

The sack just hung there on the board but his balls rolled down the plywood and fell to the floor. With that, the man passed out and never felt the hot iron sear the wound.

Both of the other two men had suddenly lost their arrogant smirks.

I turned to the white man and told him that his wouldn’t be so quick. I hefted his balls and felt them try to pull away and toward the protection of his body. It was not to be. I worked his cock as I had the first man. Of course I used plastic lined velvet gloves. I asked him things like "was that teenage pussy tight" "did you enjoy cumming in her tight pussy?"

"Was it worth it". I didn’t nail his balls as I had the first set. I felt him prime and get ready to shoot….I didn’t stop, I just let him cum. His load was not nearly as impressive as the first man’s. It just dribbled a couple of times and stopped. With out benefit of a local, I pushed my scalpel into the side of his scrotum. Blood, at first, seeped from the fine slice, then as I cut, more and more ran onto the plywood and down to the dusty floor. When the first cut was finished his sack was free and in my hand. His two average balls hung by their cords in the open air. Again my soldering iron came into use and he tried to scream through the gag even as he smelled the burnt flesh of the remains of his scrotum.

I left him there like that as I moved on to the third man. I lifted his huge cock, still almost not believing. I could just picture him jamming that huge thing into a very tight teen pussy. I’m sure the teacher had never had one like that either. I had a quick daydream…what if I were on a date and a guy whipped out a thing like that.?? I wouldn’t even try to take it. I like my pussy too much. But it sure was eye candy. Anita had not said a word throughout the whole procedure, but I could see the interest in her eyes. I could also see the wet spot in her jeans. Nutting a guy effects women like that.

I worked his huge cock into a rock hard mass. He clearly didn’t want that to happen but the male system has no defense against it. The thing was a foot long if it was an inch. I stopped my onslaught and cut his sack as I had the white man’s. Completely removing it. He tried to scream but the ball gag prevented it. His huge balls hung free like large lemons. I went back to working his cock. I swear it felt like I was stroking a baseball bat. When it returned to it’s throbbing state, I put my knee against it and pulled it sideways with all my strength. I felt the internal structure rupture and it deflated at once. "You won’t use that on some young girl again, you bastard." I yelled! He did not pass out, but his eyes were running tears. I worked the unbroken part and to my surprise it again became erect. I could see the pain it was causing, but in my mind he deserved it. His free hanging balls pulled up and he started to cum. Those huge balls put out huge ribbons of cum. Despite my caution it ran all over by bare chest. I could see the pain in his eyes. He was cumming through his ruined cock and it must have been excruciating pain. Almost as an afterthought I used my snips and cut those huge orbs free. They fell into my gloved hand. As I applied the red-hot iron, he finally did pass out.

Anita was pointing to her watch, encouraging me to hurry up. All that was left to do was to nut the white guy.

I walked to him with my scalpel, fully intending to surgically remove them when the thought of those innocent women caused my rage to rekindle.

Without thinking of my promise to Anita to leave with few complications, I reach out, grabbed his hanging balls and with all my strength, ripped them off. One cord separated at the ball while the other ripped from deep within his body. The blood was uncontrollable, I jammed the red-hot iron as deep into the wound as I could, and with that Anita and I high tailed it out of there. My last act in the place was to scoop up the six balls and put them in a baggie. I would later place each of them in Skippy peanut butter jars in formaldehyde. The huge set had to go into two different jars. Those two huge nuts are now the stars of my collection.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia