Thecia’s De-Ball Ball

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

For the last four years, I’ve been going to the Testicle Festival at the Rock Creek lodge in MT. There is a lot of drinking, nudity and a great time. A little rough for my tastes but fun none the less. For the last two years a few friends and a few other "Cutters" have been going. No cutting goes on there, it’s just a fun name for an all out festival.

Last year, another cutter (Marissa) and I decided to have our own ball after the event. It was to be called the De-Ball Ball. Through networking we managed to find eight other cutters. Four women and four men, including my friend Digger who is retired from it, but has cut quite a few. We all agreed to bring willing clients. We were to have a nice dinner and then a few contests in our chosen avocation.

The festival was fun. Our own ball started with dinner, the clients ate with the cutters. The appetizer was a plate of young bull testicles. They were prepared by peeling the outer membrane, slicing them into 1/8-inch slices, marinating them, breading them and then deep-frying them. They were served with a soy sauce dip. They were wonderful. The next course was oyster stew (real oyster’s not rocky mountain ones). The oysters look a little like cooked balls. The rest of the meal was normal, prime rib or chicken. Wine flowed freely.

The first activity was a ball tug of war, to decide who was the first to be cut. Two of the clients, straight men, were tied with nylon rope around their balls, there was about six feet of rope between them. The winner would be nutted slowly and carefully with pain medication, the loser would be part of the "fastest nutting" contest. The men pulled back and forth for almost a half-hour. The blond man seemed to be winning, but his balls looked ready to pop. To my surprise each man grew a respectable hard-on. Finally the black haired man was pulled out of the circle by his stretched ball sack, all the while screaming.

Except for their balls being a little swollen and their sacks rubbed raw, both men were not much the worse for wear.

Next came the biggest ball contest between the clients. The man with the biggest set would also be exempted from the fastest cutting contest. The male cutters just looked, but the females hefted each set and pulled the sack down and  even played with the balls. Finally a gay man was chosen. His balls were truly huge and to boot he had a dick like a horse. If he wasn’t gay, I might have tried him on for size right then and there.

The fastest contest was to begin. The entrance fee was $500. with all the proceeds going to the winner. It was to be timed, from the cutter standing two feet away to both balls in a jar. Only five entered. Marissa, myself, a tiny woman named Lori, a male named Mike and a cutter from NY named Barbara. It was agreed that we would drain the men first. Some of the women did the release because men, even cutters, have a hang up about touching cocks.

The five men were lined up, I used my velvet glove but others used other means to empty the guy's loaded balls. Marissa went right down and sucked her guy off, as did Lori. The one male cutter in the contest had another female drain his guy.
I’m 31 years old and I’ve been around a little, but, I’ll never get over how much cum a guy who’s about to be nutted spews. I figure a regular guy puts out a half-ounce or so, but these guys put out stream after stream, at least triple the amount. Each load shot onto the table, except for Marissa’s guy, she swallowed every drop.

The men were prepped and those who asked for it were given locals to ease the pain. They were all placed in an all fours position with their knees spread and they were gagged to keep the screaming down. We were to cut one at a time so the timeing could be accurate. We had drawn straws for position, I was to be last.

The male cutter went first, he pulled the client’s scrotum to him, sliced each side, popped the nuts out and sliced each cord. It took him over two minutes. Lori was less subtle, she pulled his sack sliced it down the middle, grabbed both nuts and hacked the cords off. Her time was about 40 seconds. Barbara was next, she was an obvious amateur, and her bumbling cut took over two minutes and left blood everywhere. Lori and I had to intervene to stem the bleeding. Marissa went next, her methods were far more time effective then the others. She simply pulled his sack away from his body and brought a straight razor across the neck of his scrotum. The whole thing came off in her hand in less than fifteen seconds. She was the one to beat.

I was planing to use a method I had only used once before. A monofiliment fishing line with a wooden handle on each end. A garrote of sorts. When the timer said go and I stepped forward, my client yelled "No" into the gag and tried to crawl away. The judges decided that I could re start as it was an unfair beginning. This time his hands and ankles were tied securely, preventing any movement. His large balls were now hanging two feet in front of my face. On the next go signal I moved to him and without touching his balls I wrapped the cord around the top of his sack and pulled with all of my strength. The fishing line went through his sack, ducts and blood vessels like it was all just so much butter. In the quiet room you could hear his big set of balls hit the table with a quite audible plop. I grabbed the bag, turned it over into the jar and was done in eleven seconds. I collected the $2500 prize over protests. I pointed out that the rules were simple, fasted time sack to jar.

One S & M guy wanted his balls stomped to death. Marissa was all over that. They put on a spectacle for the rest of us. She tied his nutsack with the same rope and pulled it out as far as it would go. She took her shoes off and proceeded to step on his exposed balls. She actually stood with all of her weight (about 130 pounds) on them with out a rupture. The man screamed into his gag but also loved it. She had him lift his belly off of the floor and Lori reached his hard cock and started working it. Marissa continued to roll his almost flat balls under her feet. When he finally began to shoot his rather large load, Marissa stomped on his nuts one at a time. Each time she was rewarded with a loud pop as each ball ruptured. Without missing a beat, she grabbed his sack and hacked it off with the same razor she had used earlier. She upended that sack and dumped the remains into a jar.  They looked more like mush than balls.

The rest of the party got a little (sexually) wild. I think everybody got laid or at least came in some way. Lori, who was only five foot tall and weighed about 95 pounds, started it. She decided that she wanted to fuck every client there (the ones who still had balls) before they were cut. With all the wine flowing we all kind of got into it.

I did get to try the guy with the huge cock before we nutted him. He swore he was gay, but I got his motor running. It was a good fantasy, but as it turned out I couldn’t handle him. I’m built kind of small down there. His huge cock hit bottom and hurt like hell. Tiny Lori finished him for me. As small as she is she slid down that pole and engulfed every inch. I have no Idea where she put it. When he had shot his second and final load, I cut his balls off.

When the night ended we had 32 balls in neat little jars and a couple of scrotums to boot.

We stayed another day at the inn. The following morning we all had breakfast together at a brunch. I had a cheese omelet, bacon, toast and coffee. DeBalling makes me hungry.

Marissa, being a nurse volunteered to stay until all the "clients" were ambulatory.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia