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My acquaintance with Jill began as negotiations for a "Cutting". Her boyfriend wanted to give her his balls. His plan was to take hormones to satisfy her and not have them when he was traveling. She would thereby control his sex life completely. They had an open relationship, but he chose to not use the option. Jill was gorgeous, about five eight with the nicest pair of enhanced boobs I've ever seen. Her bf was good looking, but not a movie star type. He reminds me of "Simon" from American Idol. We had communicated by e mail and through my untraceable throwaway cel phone for months.
I had advised her of the finality of the cutting, and even advised against it. I don't know if they understood the changes that would take place. I also told her that I wouldn't do it in Texas. where she and I both live. We would have to go to Mexico. I really took a liking to Jill. She is one of the few women that I've met with the same fascination that I have with balls. She loves what I do and says that she would love to cut a set. She gets wet thinking about it, much as I do. I live in Texas, but I NEVER work in Texas. I want to be In Mexico where I could bribe my way out of trouble. Or at least far away, where I'm far less likely to be known. In the U.S. doing what I do and getting caught could end up in jail time. One night about a month ago, I was sound asleep when the cel phone (I call it my "bat Phone") rang. It was Jill with a touch of panic in her voice. Her boyfriend and her had gotten into a hot and heavy session. Jill, as she often does, mouthed his balls and bit to the point of pain. This time he didn't just groan in pain, he screamed. She often bit his balls and had a fantasy of biting them off. Well, this time she almost succeeded. Lucky for him that his nuts were too big to get both in her mouth at the same time. He was rolled up in a ball on the floor and wouldn't let her see his balls. I collected my little "bag of tricks" and drove the twenty miles to McKinney, TX where she lived with her lover. On the way I used my cel and reserved a room in an hourly motel near the Dallas Fort Worth Airport. I got to the small ranch house and found the front door open. I worked my way to the back bedroom and found them. He was still on the floor and she was pacing, not knowing what to do. They were both naked. Despite the drama and urgency of the situation, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Jill. I'm not a lesbian, but if I were, this would be the woman. I felt like a boy next to her. The woman exuded sex. i told her to get dressed and I shot a local anaesthetic in to his groin, right above the attachment point of his nut cord. The same spot I use when I cut them. After a very few minutes we were able to get a pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt on him. We helped him limp to Jill's car and, opening the hatch back, we laid him in the back cargo shelf. At the motel, Jill signed in and paid in cash. We moved him into the ground floor room and I spread a mattress protector on the bed. Jill had brought extra sweat pants for him, so I cut his off. He had an above average sized cock, although it was very limp at the moment. His balls were impressive too, except his right one looked a little discolored. Jill was in the adult entertainment business, so it made sense that her boy friend would be "well Equipped". I told her that they should go to a hospital and claim an accident. They would take much better care than I could. I also told her that they might be able to repair the damage. Her reply was to tell me." NO! You're going to take them off anyway. So lets look now." Because of the damage, I didn't drain his balls, as I often do. I gave him another local and shaved just the area of the incision. I opened his sack a little more than normal because I couldn't pop this one through a small hole as I usually do. When I slid it out through the incision it was a mess. In all of my experience, I had never seen a truly "Busted" ball. This one had ruptured, a split in both sides. What looked like little strands of super thin angel hair pasta were squeezing out of the rupture. I told Jill that I didn't know what to do about this and that she should take him to a hospital. I think that a micro surgeon might be able to fix this thing. She told me to "lop it off" as he had another one and eventfully she was going to have me take them anyway. I asked him and he agreed. From there on it was routine. I pulled it away from his body as far as I could, tied off the cord and snipped. It came loose into my gloved hand. I had brought my usual peanut butter jar of formaldehyde, so I dropped it in and sealed the jar. Before I sutured the slit, I pulled the other one out of it's warm little sack and asked Jill "Want this one? Just one more little snip". She said that she had use for his hard cock yet and would save it for a while. I almost always keep the severed orbs, or I charge $250. extra to give them to the client. This time I gave it to Jill. I told her to give it a place of honor and that she was one of the very few women in the world that had earned the title "Ball Buster". She tells me that they have an ongoing fantasy about the next testicle. When he gets cut, he wants to cook his remaining ball and feed it too her. In my car on the way home, I let my fingers do the walking and with the mental picture of his busted ball coming off,,,,, I came...
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