Thecia’s Mayor

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old female "cutter". I’ve been cutting for about six years and I’m good at it.

I guess I got into this business because I love balls. I like warm working ones, cut ones and even busted balls.
I make it a policy to never cut anyone that I meet through this forum. This is the story of an exception.

I received an e-mail from a woman who claimed to be the wife of a prominent mid western mayor. She claimed that he was a tyrant, both in the home and as mayor of his very large city. She claimed he often anally raped her, beat her and that he was having an affair with a hooker. The story was too bazaar to ignore. I asked my friend Digger to check it out.

The mayor’s wife turned out to be for real. She had already hired a private detective and learned the details of the affair. The woman was a working girl who had a standing "date" with the Mayor.

The mayor’s wife offered me ten thousand dollars to deliver his balls to her in a jar. My normal rate for a voluntary set is three thousand, but as this was against his will and a famous person, I felt that the fee was reasonable. I added three thousand for expenses and took the job.

I flew to the city (I can’t mention the city as the man is still in power) and took my rental car to a motel not far from the hooker’s place. When I went to see her, I offered her a thousand bucks to let me sub for her. She looked so much like me that it was eerie. About my height and weight with a similar hair do and the same very light brown hair. The only noticeable difference between us was her boobs. While mine are a 34-b hers were an easy 38-d. She had obviously had help from a surgeon.

She jumped at the chance to make a few extra bucks and I was to meet the mayor the following night. She had no idea that this was to be the last date. The hooker, whose name was Mitzi, filled me in on the mayor’s likes and dislikes. Fortunately the Mayor like to be tied up and lightly abused, no real pain but he liked the specter of pain. This was going to be fun.

The following evening as I was dressing for my "date", my prepaid and untraceable cell phone rang. It was the mayor’s wife. It seems that she had a special request. She would add another three thousand if I busted his balls while they were still attached. I had only ruptured on set in my life and that was in a rage. I normally pride myself on being painless. I thought of this woman being routinely raped, the mayor’s attitude in general and made up my mind. One set of busted balls coming up.

The mayor was exactly on time just as Mitzi said he would be. He had left his bodyguard’s home as he did on every Thursday night. He was a little taken aback when he saw that I wasn’t Mitzi, but I worked through it. I told him that Mitzi had to visit her mother who was ill and that I felt I could handle the job. Before he could protest, I dropped my blouse to the floor. Now, my boobs couldn’t compare with Mitzi’s in size, but they are very well shaped and perky. They kind of look up at you. He liked them.

I told him that Mitzi had briefed me and I was going to hurt his balls. By this time I had his pants off and he was taking his shirt off. He had a nice cock, not huge, but quite useable. His balls were larger than most, but again not huge.

It took only minutes to get him into bed and secured with Mitzi’s fleece lined hand and ankle cuffs. His cock was already at attention and his low hanging balls were resting on the bed. I had already ditched my thong and I climbed up onto his face. I know it wasn’t part of the deal, but I wanted to make this famous man taste my pussy. He was better than I expected. I felt his tongue go deep and then work up to my clit; he worked around it and touched exactly the right places. When I felt myself getting near, I thought about the balls that I would soon cut and I came. My juices were running out of me (my old boyfriend called me "Dribbles). I came at least three times like that. I still remember him stretching his neck to tongue my little ass hole. He was good!

I usually drain the subject one last time, using a velvet glove. But this was a special case. I slipped my lips over his rock hard cock. I could already taste the pre cum. I cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze, a little harder than he expected. That triggered him, he started to spurt a great quantity of cum. I quickly deep throated him so it just shot down my throat and I didn’t have to taste it or swallow. I don’t normally mind the taste, but it has to be from someone that I care for. I didn’t care for the mayor.

He just lay there with a stupid smile on his face, his big glistening cock softening. I told him that he wasn’t getting off so easy. I wanted another load out of him and I was going to get it. There was a pearl drop of cum on the tip of his dick, on a whim I licked it off. I began to massage his balls and lick the bottom of his shaft. Almost at once he began to harden.

It was time to do my thing. I squeezed his large balls, very hard this time. He jumped and began to scream "too hard, too hard." I replied "you haven’t seen anything yet Mr. Mayor." I squeezed and twisted his nuts over and over. Not to give severe pain but to let him know I could hurt him. Even though it hurt him, pre cum was flowing again. I slipped my lips over his now recovered cock and felt him begin to pulse at once. I pulled out of the way and another ample load spewed forth. This one went all over his stomach.

I was tired of the game and would now get it over with. I held one ball; his left, and began to crush it. I brought all of the power in my hand to bear. I felt it go flat, I heard him scream through the hand towel I had stuffed in his mouth. Still it wouldn’t pop. I now had both hands around it, my muscles were shaking from the strain, but no luck, I just wasn’t strong enough. He was fighting at his restraints now for all that he was worth. Thank god that they held.

I found a small cutting board in the kitchen and a hammer. I thought "Improvise."

I slid the board under his sack and said to him, "you like raping women in the ass?"

With that I brought the hammer down as hard as I could. The ball just slipped out of the way. It left a horrible welt on his ball sack, but the ball was unharmed. I never thought it would be so hard to bust a ball. In the junk drawer in the kitchen, I found an office stapler. I put his nut on the board again and stapled his sack to the board. Ten staples, all the way around the ball. This time there was nowhere to go, the hammer hit and the ball made a sickening pop noise. The mayor passed out.

I had promised his wife that he would feel everything, so I foraged for some Ice water and after a few minutes, revived him. I played with his remaining ball, and to my surprise and despite his pain and terror his cock rose again. Not to miss this opportunity I decided to blow him again. It took much longer this time, but when he was ready and the first spurt began, I brought the hammer down again. This time it popped on the first shot. His load shot straight up all the way to the ceiling in the room. The mayor passed out again.
Out of curiosity I felt the ruined balls inside their sack. They were like mush, no substance. While he was still passsed out I reached under the bed for my kit. With my scalpel I opened the side of his sack and pulled one ruined ball out. Instead of the nice oval shape that I was used to, they were just a mass of goo and what looked like angel hair pasta. Most of it was still attached to the cords and ducts. I tied off the cords and snipped the remains off of his body. After placing the first one in the peanut butter jar filled with formaldehyde I again hit him with the ice water. I wanted him to know what was happening. When his eyes opened I said "I guess you won’t be UP for rape anytime soon" He was not amused. I told him that his last ball was going to come off now. He didn’t know that it didn’t matter, it was already dead. Again I saw the terror as I snipped his last ball. I dropped the gooey mess into the jar and I was done. As I usually do after I cut, I touched myself and reached orgasm within a second or two. You might say cutting turns me on more than a little.

I left him there. There was never a word in the news and he is still the mayor of …….

I got an e-mail from his wife a month or so later, she said thank you and that he was a very nice man now.

I stopped at the raw bar at the airport and ordered some oysters on the half shell. Yummy, and they look so much like big cut balls.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia