Thecia's Soup to Nuts

I'm a 30 year old female "cutter"

Almost all of my "clients" come through my friend "Digger" who runs a Tattoo shop in the Dallas area. I will sometimes take a job on a referral from a satisfied costumer, but very rarely.

John, e-mailed me cold. I normally would never take a contract this way. But he wrote for a very long time and disclosed a lot of personal information. Enough for Digger to do a background check on him.

He was not gay, but he did have a driving need to have his balls removed. Some deep mental drive. I'm not a psychologist, just a cutter, so I agreed.

I told him that I worked only in a clinic in Mexico and I only take the testes, not the sac. That, at first was not a problem to him. But as the day for the prepayment approached, he decided that he didn't want it on my terms. He wanted to do it in the U.S. and he wanted the whole ball package removed. I, for obvious reasons, operate in the shadows, underground as it were. When he requested these new procedures, my paranoia raised it's head. I flat refused him. I told him that the deal was off and that I wouldn't cut him here or in Mexico. I was done with him.

His next e-mail was an apology and a plea for me to reconsider. When I again refused, he offered to double my normal $2000. fee. He e-mailed me a photo of his, apparently, very large balls. To be sure they were his and not some pic from the net, I had him send a new photo with a dime taped to one ball, for size comparison. They were indeed impressive balls.

In a follow up e-mail, he offered another thousand if I would abuse his nuts before I cut them. Well, this is not a fetish thing with me. I'm a simple cutter, I cut clean and carefully and get out of Dodge. But, I did need a new car and the $5000. would go a long way toward a down payment.

I talked it over with my mentor "Digger" and he agreed that it could be a sting. He suggested that we do more checking. I told John that I would do it, but for a $6000. total. That would allow me an extra thousand to do more checking. if john came up bad, I would just give him back his money, eat the $1000. loss and go on my way.

I had become close with my friend Jill who works in the adult entertainment business. I knew that John worked in a Lincoln dealership and had for some time. I paid Jill to go in and begin the process to buy a Lincoln Town Car. Per my instructions she picked up John's closest friend in the car business. After dinner with the (married) guy and with the help of a blow job, Jill got the whole story on John. Divorced, downtrodden by the divorce and turned off of women in general. His friend had known John for over 20 years. John was genuine.

I agreed to his way of doing things. I paid Jill the other $500 to help out in the abuse thing.

he showed up at motel room (the last one in the line and far from any other occupied room) that he had pre rented. He was on time. Jill, who is 5'8" and gorgeous, met him at the door. He looked surprised and said "who are you?" I stepped up from behind her and reassured him. I told him that Jill was here to help.

Jill had done this kind of thing before and got right into it. "Sit down pig!" she commanded. John sat. "get those clothes off", "cover your puny nuts" "get on all fours" The orders fell from her mouth as though she knew him and his fetish forever.

He was now naked and on all fours, with a respectable hard on that almost reached the bed and a huge ball sac that reached down half of his cock.

Jill tied a rope around his balls and pulled. Hard. He moved back about six inches. She hit him flat on the nuts with a hair brush and he yelped. "move when I tell you to" she yelled.

She pulled with a steady strain now and told him to back up till his knees were on the floor and his chest was still on the bed. When he reached this position, she pulled up on his ball restraint and with her pointed, high heel shoe, kicked him full in the balls. I thought he was going to pass out. She pulled him forward and commanded him to get back on the bed, and then to turn over. His cock looked even bigger at this angle. Maybe eight inches and as thick as my wrist. Quite impressive. Jill climbed up over him and said "I'm going to fuck you now, buy you're such scum that I'm not even going to look at you" She pulled her mini skirt up and turned away from him as she straddled him. she lowered herself onto that huge shaft. I could see her glisten a bit, so I guess she was a little aroused herself. She worked it in a little at a time until she had him balls deep. Just as he started moving to her rhythm, and obviously enjoying it, she grabbed his big sack and twisted for all she was worth. He screamed, but she twisted more. She looked at me and said "tie and gag him T, I'm tired of his shit and screams". I bound him and placed a ball gag in his mouth. She rode him like a bull machine in a Texas bar. If she had a hat she would have waved it in the air. As it was she had her hairbrush out again and was beating his balls in time with her rhythm. I had never seen abused balls before. They were swollen and red. I could see them tighten , despite the beating. Then I heard him begin to cum. As he came, she grabbed his balls and viscously squeezed with both hands. I was afraid that she might rupture them, but she knew just how much pressure to put on him. He screamed but kept cumming and cumming. It seemed like forever.

Jill laid back and said "not bad, I came too". She turned and faced him. She said "I'm not on the pill, so you have to get rid of all that nasty stuff." With that she climbed onto his face and said "lick". For emphases she reached behind her and grabbed his balls. He sucked and licked every drop and Jill came at least two more times. She looked at me and said "nice work if you can get it."

The rest was just procedure. We tied him by his neck, face down on the bed with his shoulders on the bed and his back end on his knee. His legs were spread and those big balls just hung there. His cock was semi soft with a pearl drop or two of jizz hanging on the end. We removed his gag.

I have two different banding tools, one is for banding electric wires and pulls a non expanding band tight. The other is an old Elastrator, a farmers device for putting very tight elastic bands around a ball sac. This causes the balls to die and fall off. I opted for the wire tie thing. Jill pulled his balls down, much harder than necessary, but down none the less. I banded as close to his body as I could and put a second band right next to the first.

My instrument of choice is a scalpel, but part of my deal was one quick cut. I didn't have a bull lopper, so I boiled a garden shear to sterilize it. I didn't give him a local shot per his wishes. I placed a stainless steel bowl under his sac and asked him if this was what he really wanted. He nodded yes. His ample cock had grown again and Jill , quite on her own, began to milk it.

When the first little spurt shot out, I brought the handles of the snips together. The razor sharp blade slid right through the skin, cords and tubes like they were butter. his huge sac fell into the bowl with an audible "Plop". He yelped in pain.

I slipped my hand into my jeans and "tickled the lilly" for a second. I came so strongly that my knees almost gave out.

I took his nuts out of the bowl, cut the hard plastic band, removed them from their sac, washed them , placed them back in their sac and put the whole package into a Skippy peanut butter jar full of formaldehyde.

They were such fat juicy balls that I had to force them a little to get them in.

There was almost no blood, the banding tool had done it's job.

Later, we all went home a little happier. John without his nuts, me with an extra $5000 and Jill who was smiling from ear to ear. The last thing she said to me as she got into her hatchback was "That was great, the next one, you won't have to pay me, it'll be on me."