Thecia’s "Package" Deal

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old female "cutter."

I get all my work from two sources. A tattoo artist named "Digger" and a woman who runs a women’s advocacy group, Dr. Pann.

Dr. Pann gave me a number to call in PA. She said it was a little out of her purview, but that I might be interested.

I called the number and asked for Suzanne, the name Dr. Pann had given me. The woman who answered talked in circles, not wanting to speak of my avocation on the phone. I told her that I had an idea of what she wanted, but I didn’t like to talk on the phone either.

She suggested that she fly to Dallas and meet with me in person. She flew down the following Saturday and we met at a nearby Denny’s. She was a striking brunette, about thirty years old and with an hourglass figure. Since Dr. Pann had vouched for me, she got right into her proposal. It seems that she is part of a group called "York Wives," a take off on the Stepford Wives, but with a twist. They all had turned their husbands or lovers into slaves or kept (mostly male) slaves. Since it’s inception some 20 years ago, the group had cut off almost 40 sets of balls. They had a female horse vet who did the cutting. The vet passed away and none of the other women had a clue on how to safely cut a man.

Her proposal to me was a bulk contract. Instead of my normal rate of $3000.00 a set would I do 15 men at $1500.00 each. All in one night and I was to pay my own expenses. That would come out to $22,500.00, not bad for a little travel and a nights work. I would get to keep some of the severed nuts while some of the women wanted to keep their lovers balls preserved. Somehow she had found out about my penchant for collecting preserved balls. There was an additional $3000.00 if I could find a woman to destroy one set with her teeth. While I’m not into that, my friend Beth is. That was easily arraigned. Beth is a petite woman, with a near perfect figure and a face more cute than beautiful. Men hit on her all the time, but her only thought is to bite their balls off. Somewhere in her life I assume that a man really hurt her. She has never said and I never asked.

On the agreed upon weekend I took a flight from Dallas to Newark and then a shuttle flight to Scranton PA. Suzanne and another equally beautiful woman met me at the airport and dropped me at the local Holiday Inn. Beth would meet me the following day.

On the agreed Saturday night, Beth and I drove to the house on Tudor Street in the car that they had loaned to me. The address was a large mansion that sat by itself on a huge expanse of grass. I still found it hard to believe that an underground movement could exist that was large enough to find 15 male slaves ready to be nutted.

There were about 40 women there and about 19 men, most with nylon ball leashes tight around their sacks. We were introduced to the women one at a time and then the men. Names that we had no chance of remembering. Suzanne passed me thirty some postal money orders as my fee. She said, "There is extra there, we’ve added two more men."

I explained that I would cleanly and surgically remove 32 of the34 balls. We would place them in labeled peanut butter jars of preservative. Beth would deal with the special set. Beth was paid separately for her service but I still got my $1500. for that set.

It was quite a party atmosphere, the women were mostly dressed in leather and the men mostly in their ball leashes. Some had shoes, but all had exposed balls.

Suzanne pointed out two men who were not to be cut. She told me that they were for use by the women, in fact she offered Beth and I use of them if we wanted. They were called Slave Tom and Slave Jerry, I had to laugh at the cartoon reference. Tom was huge, maybe six foot six and 280 pounds with a package to match. On the other hand Jerry was a 150-pound, nerd looking guy. When Jerry turned I gasped, his cock and balls must have been half of his weight. Maybe it was because of his body size, but I think it was the biggest package I’d ever seen. His dick hung to his knees and his balls were as big as apples. Suzanne caught my gasp and said, "Now you know why we don’t have their nuts cut off."

It was agreed that each woman would "Drain" their men, with some help from the other women. It doesn’t really matter if they cum or not before cutting, but it is a nice thing to let them have one last orgasm. The "draining" quickly turned into an orgy of sorts. Forty women sucking and fucking about 17 men. The two "stud slaves" stood to the side and did not participate. The slave that was to be totally destroyed also had a very nice package. I learned that he had been one of the "stud slaves" but had committed an act that was just not allowed. He had sex with a strange woman without his mistress’s permission. One woman was sucking him off while his mistress stood behind him and licked his rather large balls. One by one the men were drained of their last loads.

Several were then required to eat the cum out of several different women. The slaves were passed around freely. I watched as one woman, who had been fucked by three or four slaves, kneeled over the face of one slave and made him lap up the huge load of cum that dripped out of her soaked pussy.
I had volunteers clean and shave the men before the party, so that was not a problem.

I normally nut a man from the face up position with his knees bent. This time they wanted me to cut them in the all fours doggie position. Harder work but do-able.

Each slave was placed on all fours atop one of two very large conference tables. Their nuts open to me. I made a production line out of it. I went down the line and shot a needle into the groin near where the cords enter the body. On the second run, I sliced each side of each scrotum and exposed their nuts. By now I was already wet...nutting turns me on no end. The balls ranged from grape sized to very large lemons. The former "stud" was tied with the rest, however I did not cut him. I tied off all 32-nut cords on the next pass. Now they were ready. Several of the slaves had erections and I asked their owners to have them drained again. Some of the women were actively masturbating by now. Watching a man having his balls cut off does that to most women.

The morning before, I had purchased 20 disposable scalpels and now 16 of them came into use. I walked up behind each slave and said, "are you ready? I’m going to cut your balls off now." Only one said, "No, No Please, Not my balls." As he said that, I sliced with my scalpel and his big juicy nuts fell into my gloved hand. I almost came myself then. None of the other slaves even answered my question.

The fifth man in line was getting a blowjob from one of the women as I approached. I held my scalpel to his cords and waited. When the unmistakable orgasm came and his hot, thick load shot into her mouth, I brought the scalpel to bear. His nuts fell off as he spurted. Again I was close to cumming. The woman, a stunning redhead, opened her mouth to show him his last and quite ample load. She then made him, even through his pain, use his tongue to collect the thick gooey cum from her mouth and swallow it himself. I’ve never been into S & M but I was starting to like this slave thing.

The rest were just so many balls, no big thing. At this point I was so wet that my own juices ran down my leg. Loping balls sure does get me wet and horny.

Beth helped by jarring each set and labeling the jars. 32 nuts in jars make for quite a display.

A gauntlet of women was beating the one (other than the studs) uncut slave. His back and ass were bleeding from the whip. Each punched his balls as they went by and his nuts were swollen even beyond there normal huge size.

At that time Suzanne pointed to his huge hanging balls and asked Beth if she would,"Kiss them and make them better." The grin on Beth’s face scared even me. She walked up behind him and gently held his balls. She said, "Oh my, What a beautiful set you have." She softly massaged them and began to gently lick each one. His big cock was hard as a rock and stood straight out from his body. She reached under him, between his legs and began to stroke it. As she put each ball into her mouth, precum began to form on his cock tip. With the tip of her finger she took the pearl colored drop and slipped it between her lips with a "ummmm" sound.

All of the women were in a semi circle, most were fingering themselves again. We saw his balls tighten up, we could even see the first tiny pulse of his huge cock. When he finally exploded the first ribbon of cum shot about a foot, that’s when Beth bit. He screamed, but the second spurt went 5 feet if it went an inch. I had never seen so much cum or a stream go that far. By the third spurt we saw his right ball crushed in her strong teeth. It lost its shape and flattened, he was screaming too much to hear it pop, but pop it did. (I’ve heard balls pop before, A satisfying sound.)

He tried to pull at his bonds as he screamed, but I had tied them myself and they were sound. Beth bit again in the same place and twisted, his sack opened and ball guts fell out. She tore off a part of his nutsack and spit it out. His other ball fell out, hanging by it’s ducts and she pounced on it like a tiger. Again we didn’t hear it pop, but we saw it. The ball went to almost pancake flat and finally popped. It looked like angel hair pasta in it’s own blood sauce. With the ruined ball in her mouth she pulled and twisted, it ripped right from his body. The slave passed out, but Beth never missed a beat. She chewed and ripped until there was nothing left of what had been a beautiful set of balls. As we watched, astounded, she dove for his now flaccid cock. Before we could get to her she had it half bit off. We pulled her away from the slave, but her teeth were firmly attached to the now ruined piece of meat. As we pulled on her shoulders, his destroyed cock came with her. The table was covered with cum, blood, and ruined "package" meat. It was all that I could do to get the bleeding to stop and save his life. Beth was smiling and had a crazed look in her eyes even as blood and ball pieces hung on her lips.

I was so horny after cutting so many balls that I decided to "use" one of the stud slaves. Suzanne suggested that I use the little guy with the huge dick. She also told me to use him like a slave and not to be nice to him, like all their "stud slaves" he was STD free and checked by a doctor regularly. Suzanne ordered Slave Jerry to eat me until I came or he would be beaten. We went into a small alcove that was a coatroom off of the main room. I lay back on a table as Slave Jerry ate me as only a practiced man could, his tongue just brushing my clit until it was time. After I came a second time, I ordered him to fuck me. I was so wet that I could feel my own juices run down the crack of my ass. His dick was every bit as big as it looked, as wet as I was, it didn’t slide right in. I felt it open my inner lips, I could feel his huge cock stretch the opening until the skin was tight. I was afraid that the skin of my pussy would split, but, it yielded and that monster slid in another inch or so. Before he even got it in, I came again. He gently worked it in and out until he got most of it buried in me. With a couple of inches still to go he hit bottom and it hurt me. I’d had this before and I turned to allow it to go deeper. When he finally drove it to the hilt he began to fuck me. He had been trained well, each time he drove that big cock home the root hit my clit and brought me closer, I got a feeling deep inside too. I must have cum ten times. Finally he asked permission to cum. By now I was exhausted from pure sex and I readily agreed. I felt his balls pull up and his huge cock throb. When he came, he came in proportion to the size of his balls. Stream after stream shot deep into my waiting pussy. I could actually feel it shoot inside me (a rare feeling.) He held it inside me until his orgasm subsided. When he pulled his now softening cock out, a gusher of cum followed it. Slave or not, I had to feel that thing in my mouth. I gently cleaned the tip with my tongue and took as much of it as I could into my mouth. I felt it begin to harden at once. I let him go, as I knew a couple of the other women wanted to use him and I didn’t want to drain him completely.

I kept nine of the 16 cut sets, the others were given to the slave owners who requested them.

The following morning I drove Beth to the airport for her trip back to Enid OK, Suzanne met me later at my motel. As I had a later flight we went to a Denny’s much like the one where she first met me and had breakfast. I had eggs over corned beef hash and she had a western omelet. She gave me four more $700. Dollar money orders and said, "the girls had such a great time, they felt that you deserved a tip. And they want you happy so that you will do it again the next time."

I had packed my peanut butter jars full of nuts and sent via UPS to Dallas. I couldn’t carry them on the plane as they’re hard to explain to an airport security checker.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia