Thecia’s boat ride

Last summer my boyfriend and I decided to rent a houseboat on Kentucky Lake in Kentucky and Tennessee. He has no idea of my avocation. He knows that my day job is that of an engineer and he thinks that I go away on "consulting" trips. If he only knew that when I hold his balls, I think about how I would cut them.

We rented this houseboat at a big marina near Paducah Kentucky. It was cute and had a big water slide off of the back. It had all the comforts of home.

We spent the first night in a small cove within a national park. It was called Sugar Cove because of the white sugar sand beaches, rare on the lakes.
We woke to the sound of two or three small fishing boats, but by nine AM all but one had left. The one didn’t bother us except that I had to keep my top on while I sunbathed. The guy appeared to fish but he never took his eyes off of my bikini and me. We spent that day swimming and reading, a perfect day. That night we had dinner on the deck and noticed the fishing boats again. They seem to fish at dawn and dusk. Again, the other boats left and in the twilight the same boat that had been there most of the day headed toward us.

The man pulled alongside and asked if we would happen to have a match, as he liked to smoke a cigar on his way home and his matches had gotten wet. My boyfriend, Steve, said, "sure, I’ll get them." When Steve returned the man had a very large gun (I later learned it was a Cold 45 automatic) in his hand. He said, "I’m not going to hurt you, just stay still."

He forced Steve to put his hands on the railing at the back of the boat and tied his wrists and ankles to the rail. It was now almost dark and there was nobody else in sight.

He said, for both Steve and I to hear, "I just want your money, no one is going to get hurt." He led me into the main cabin and when we were out of Steve’s hearing said "I lied, I’ve been watching you all day and I want some of that fine ass of yours."

He had the gun pointed right at my chest and I was frightened. He ordered me to take my clothes off and I did. I thought of the mace in my pocketbook, not pepper spray but real mace. I didn’t know if I would have the guts to face a man with a gun, but the idea crossed my mind.

He then told me that if I didn’t please him properly, as though I loved him, he would shoot and kill Steve.

He had me sit on the floor in the center of the boat. There were two large beds but he seemed to prefer the floor. That was OK with me as my purse was under the table and it and the mace would be almost within my reach. He told me to take his pants off. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his top button and opened his fly. His pants and boxers slid off easily, he kicked them off over his shoes.

His cock was already hard and staring me in the face. He said, "you know what to do, bitch." His cock was bigger than Steve’s and a lot thicker, his balls were not huge but they hung down halfway to his knees, real low hangers. I took his throbbing prick in my mouth and he held the gun to my head. I worked his cock like I meant it and soon he was ready. My plan was to grab the mace while he was cumming and turn the tables. It didn’t happen, he began to cum, but he didn’t lose control. His load filled my mouth faster than I could swallow and some ran down my chin. He deep breathed for a minute or two and his big cock withered.

I said "you got what you wanted, just leave." He replied "I’m going to kill you anyway." My mind went back to the mace. I didn’t know if he meant it but I wouldn’t take any more chances. I smiled and said "I like it, fuck me with that wonderful cock of yours." I pulled the softening thing back in my mouth and felt it begin to rise again. When it was rock hard again, I slipped to the deck and said "now! Please."

He went to his knees and began to eat me. I felt his tongue violate me, but the gun was still firm in his hand. From this position, I could reach my purse and the mace, but it was still not the time. Despite my fear and hatred I came at the expert touch of his tongue. He climbed up and began to penetrate me missionary style. I felt his big cock open my inner lips and then slowly slip inside me. After a while he had me turn and he fucked me from behind. I’m ashamed to admit that I came two more times. He had me turn again and went back to being on top. I sensed, rather then felt, him nearing orgasm. When he came he slammed my pelvis and drove as deep as he could. His hand was now off of the gun. I took a large ashtray from the coffee table and smashed his gun hand as hard as I could, at almost the same time, with my other hand; I retrieved my little can of mace and shot it full in his face. In less than a second he was curled up in a fetal position almost screaming. Before he could move I pulled his right arm up and using the packing tape we had brought with us, taped his wrist to the iron rail type room divider. I quickly taped his other wrist. He was still moaning and crying when I took some mooring rope and tied his legs to the fixed furniture on the boat.

I peeked out of the rear door to make sure Steve was still tied there and he was. The guy (I never learned his name) was coming out of it a little. He was saying things like "you bitch, you poisoned me" and "I’m gonna kill you." I put his gun well away from him and said, "Boy, did you pick the wrong woman to rape." I tied a pair of pantyhose over his mouth to quiet him a little.

In my purse I keep an abbreviated kit. I never go anywhere without my scalpel. Just incase I find a set of balls that need to be sliced off. He saw the scalpel and tried to scream. I said, "I’m not going to hurt you." And he calmed a little. His cock was now just a small worm, a shadow of it’s former self. His "low hangers" were still substantial. For the second time that night I lied to him, "I like your cock and I want it again." That calmed him a little more and for the third time I slipped his cock into my mouth. He had stamina, it rose almost at once. Again, I worked it like I meant it. Within a minute or so I could taste the pre-cum. When he shot, a slightly smaller load this time, I held it in my mouth and then spit it full in his face.

It didn’t seem to phase him and he just lay there smiling with his eyes closed. I massaged his balls very gently. He continued to smile until he felt my scalpel on the side of his sack. He jumped and struggled as I slit his sack, first one side and then the other. Again, I lied, "I’m not going to hurt you." I popped his balls out of each side of his sack and tied the cords and ducts as I always do. To my surprise his cock was hard again. I thought to myself that I’ll never get four loads out of this guy…but what the heck. With his balls hanging out and naked, I began to play with his seven incher again. It required another blowjob, but he did cum again. For the last time…. Ever!!!
When his big cock started to spurt I roughly pulled each ball away from his body and sliced it off…one at a time. He was still spurting cum as each nut fell into my hand. I laid the severed nuts in the ashtray, stood up and fingered myself to a great orgasm. I almost always cum when I cut a set of balls off.

The rest was easy. I taped his hands together and then ran the tape around his waist. I taped his legs loosely so that he could shuffle; I helped him up and walked him to the side door of the boat where his aluminum skiff was tied. I made him sit down and roll into the boat. I let the ropes go and pushed the little craft away.

I cleaned the blood off of the tile floor and picked up his now useless balls. I didn’t have a jar to keep them in, so I thought of the way my friend Marissa (another cutter) handles the problem. I took a sheet of waxed paper onto the front deck, placed the nuts on it and stomped them. They made a satisfying pop and ball guts splashed over the waxed paper. I picked up the gooey mess and tossed the whole thing, paper and all, overboard. Fish food…

I put my clothes back on and went to free Steve. I told him that the man saw someone coming and ran off. I didn’t mention any of it to him. I did suggest that we go to a marina for the night. We made love later that night, it was the best ever.

I don't have the man's balls but I still have his gun.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia