I woke up in a cell alone, half naked. I had my thong on but not by bra. I quickly covered myself up. An old man entered the room, it was pretty cold. "Thelia, finally we found you. It took awhile, couple of years actually, but we got you." He smiled. I was puzzled and scared. "Who are you?

Why am I here?" He didn't answer me, he just stared. I heard a feint flicker in the background. "Your name is Thelia. We have been trying to find you for very long time. You need to pay for what you've been doing all these years." I realized I was made, I didn't know what to say. For many years now I have been collecting testicles. I have over 300 sets in my apartment. I am fixated on balls, its a very deep sexual fetish. The bag I carry is made out of stretched scrotums. My bag took about 25 sacks to make. All my balls are kept well, I love looking at them everyday. My method is very rough on how I collect. I usually just cut the sack right off a man when I have him in bed. Regarding this situation I castrated a man from a gangland family in Miami. His balls were pretty big so I just had to have them. This cut was not planned, so I had to hide his big balls in my tush when I took my flight back home. I had both testicles up my bum the whole flight. Carrying a sack of balls through airport security is very questionable.

I was finally taken outside to a small docking area. The docks were for trailers, it was a warehouse type of room. Many people appeared, mostly men. A woman walked towards me. "We are from Miami, Three years ago you almost killed one of my men. We found him in the hotel room, barley able to move. His nuts were cut off, it was a shame. He was my favorite. We know who you are, and tonight you'll regret what you did." After she spoke, all the men present ejaculated into a large beer bong, I was forced to swallow all of the semen. It be torture for some, but I've always enjoyed swallowing cum. I was questioned more by the woman, afterwards I was put into a transportable cell. I was determined not to say a word, if I were to get out this alive I didn't want them to find my nut stash. I heard a lighter flicker off not to far where I was. It was the man from the street corner. He was on top of a box crate trying to light his cigar still. Everyone turned around to face him as he got the rooms attention. "Jaeden. What do you want?" He jumped off the crate. "I just wanted to know what ya'll were you up to. More murdering and pillaging I see." he walked towards me, One man intercepted. Got in his path, the Cigar man now more visible. "You should leave Jaeden, you know your not supposed to be here. After waht Van Duren ordered." Jaeden had a smirk on his face. "Hey I was just passing by, don't mind me. I see you guys have a big shipment. Livestock? Wow, what is Van Duren doing now a days, tisk tisk." The woman now clearly upset, "Thats enough, leave now. I'm not kidding." Jaeden shook his head in agreement. "You're right, I'm leaving then. Oh but before I do, Let me take some load of your shoulders." In the next 30 seconds I witness a man kill 9 people. He busted opened all the crates on the dock, he helped several woman and girls up.

I heard cars pulling up in the background, my heart was pounding. Jaeden walked over to me, and unlocked my cage. "Your free to go Mr's. ball cutter." How did he know? "Oh I know everything that goes on, well pretty much everywhere." Police sirens sounded everywhre. Jaeden had a big smile on his face. I got out the cell, and ran as fast as I could to safety. I made it home, and decided it wasn't safe anymore, so I packed my things and went to safe house I've had when I first started choppin balls off. I took my entire collection out of my apartment. I had four giant jars of testicles, Three of them were filled to the top. All four were placed in the back of my jeep safely.

To be continued...