Thecia’s bloodiest set

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

I’m a simple cutter, I’m careful and thorough. I try to avoid pain and complications, hence I don’t get much from the S & M crowd.

One morning last December, my friend, mentor and "agent" Digger called me and asked for a favor. Would I do a violent cutting for him? For a friend of his who was in that S & M crowd.

The guy wanted them gone instantly, while his girlfriend looked on. Gone, destroyed all in a heartbeat. My response to Digger was that I wouldn’t even know how to do that. Of course I would try to figure it out and I would get back to him. All kinds of ideas ran through my mind, but none that would not have catastrophic side damage. I even thought of using metal to protect the major arteries in his legs from the shotgun blast.

Finally I hit on it. I don’t know if I can describe it in word form, but I’ll try.

I have a heavy stainless steel table in the rented clinic room that I use in Mexico. The table has a tapered slot cut in it. The slot is about 2 inches wide at the edge of the table and tapers down to about one half inch at a point 10 inches from the edge. I use this for securing slaves when I get that kind of job. The guy sits on the edge of the table, I hold his balls below the table and slide him back until the neck of his ball sack is pinched in the slot. He has to lean forward to do this, if he tries to sit up he will nearly rip his balls off. We then slide a movable metal bar to lock his sack at the rear of the slot. The subject simply cannot move, as his balls cannot come up through the one half inch slot. The only way out is to remove the bar and slide him forward or cut his nuts off. I admit it is a fun thing (at least for me.)

The couple, Gabe and Sheila, arrived at the clinic at the appointed time. He was in jeans and a tee shirt, she was in a cut-off tee shirt and leather short shorts. Under her tee shirt her ample bust was encased in a leather bra.

I got right down to business. He took his pants off and I found that his rather large balls and equally substantial cock were chained in a chastity belt. She unlocked the belt and the two big, low hanging, nuts fell out of their restraint. I asked him, as I ask all my "clients", "Do you want to have your balls removed." He answered "Yes." I then asked him if he knew that we were going to do it violently. He again said, "Yes."

He got onto the table and slid himself back into the slot. His balls hung so low that he could sit up and not be in the normal discomfort. When the neck of his sack was tight in the slot I installed the bar that kept him from moving forward. He already had a huge erection. Sheila took this opportunity to slap his balls like a miniature punching bag. From the top of the table it appeared that he was already "nutted," and from under the table there were just two nuts hanging there in their sack, all by them selves.

Sheila set up two video cameras and I prepared to do my thing. I don’t use a camera myself, but this was their thing. I was being paid a lot more than my usual fee, as this was quite dangerous and risky, mostly to Gabe.

I sat under the table and slit open the right side of his already shaved and prepared sack. From a paper bag I removed a Cherry bomb, a large, round, very powerful firecracker thing. These are easily available in Texas. I slipped the unit into his sack, leaving the fuse protrude outside of his sack. I sewed him up and it looked for all the world like he had three testicles. His own were a little bigger than the bomb. From the same fireworks store I had purchased a length of "cannon" fuse. This was guaranteed to burn at the rate of 30 seconds per inch. I cut a section of 20 inches that should be good for 10 minutes and taped it to the existing fuse.

Sheila grabbed his balls and said, "I love the three nut look." She tried to crush them in her hand and Gabe screamed. This was a Saturday so the clinic was empty and there are no neighbors there so the scream would go unnoticed.

Sheila said "Gabe It’s been fun, but this is going to be your last blow job." I warned Sheila that she would have ten minutes and then she had to get out of the room. She began to slip his big cock between her lips and I lit the fuse. She couldn’t reach his balls but she sure worked that hard prick. It glistened as it slid in and out of her mouth. We could see the fuse from the doorway, as It got close we yelled for Sheila to get out of there. As it, in turn, lit the end of the actual cherry bomb fuse he started to cum. We could see his "three" balls tighten up against the stainless steel table as his thick cum pulsed into Sheila’s waiting mouth. The fuse was almost to his sack and we screamed again for her to get out. This time she heeded, she pulled off his still spurting cock and ran for the door. She had cum running from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed the last of it.

We were watching in the video monitor just as Gabe’s last little spurt shot up into the air and the explosive device went off.

The explosion was far more than I bargained for. The table overturned and Gabe, no longer attached to his balls, rolled to the floor. All four walls were spattered with pieces of ball guts, flecks of blood and scrotum skin. Every window in the room blew out. On the plus side the tabletop had protected Gabe’s other soft tissue and he would be ok except that the blast had destroyed his prostate. That big cock would never get hard again even with hormones.

Sheila helped me clean up and I called for the Mexican porter to finish.

Gabe’s butt was black and blue from the table slamming into him. We put him to bed. I sewed him up as good as I could.  Sheila and I drove the fifteen miles back to Eagle Pass and had lunch in the Denny’s there.

I was going to have a western omelet but I decided that it looked too much like splattered balls, so I opted for pancakes instead. Sheila just had coffee. As we chatted she told me what fun it had been and how she wanted to do another pair of balls in the same way.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia