A cutter tells three stories of how he does his job.
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I love my job. I get paid a lot to do it, but I’d do it for free. I’m a cutter – I cut cocks and balls off of men. Usually it’s voluntary, but sometimes it’s not. I’m a pretty good looking guy with a nice build, in my late 20s. I learned a lot from my former profession as a paramedic, where I got to watch doctors at work in emergency rooms and ambulances. Over time I also “borrowed” stuff that could come in handy – scalpels, drugs, and other items. It’s a word of mouth job, and I get calls all the time. Mostly it’s guys wanting their nuts chopped off. Once in awhile, some dude wants his dick removed. Every so often, though, I get a call to do a job on some guy who isn’t so willing to lose his manhood. Steve, 25 This was an unusual case. The order came in from a middle-aged guy, a father who wanted to get even with somebody. Steve had raped his daughter, then beaten the crap out of her. This boy was real smart – he used a condom so there was no evidence to convict him. It was her word against his, and so he was acquitted by a jury. Her father decided to take justice into his own hands. He said he’s pay me whatever I wanted, but he wanted Steve to lose his penis – just his penis. That way, he’d still get horny but wouldn’t be able to relieve himself. I had to admit it was a great plan, and this bastard deserved what he was going to get. I followed Steve around, learning where he liked to hang out. His favorite place was this bar on the edge of town. I surveyed the place, and found out the men’s room was right next to the back door, which led to an alley. It was perfect. The following Friday, I followed him to the bar, parked my van in the alley, and went inside to stalk my prey. After a few beers, Steve left to go to the men’s room. I waiting a few seconds, then followed him in. He was standing at the urinal taking a piss, alone. It was the last time he’d ever be able to do that standing up. I walked up behind him and put my arm around his chest, pressing a knife against his throat. “Don’t move or say a sound, asshole,” I whispered in his ear. “Zip up your pants and come with me.” Steve complied, going out the back door with me still holding the knife to his throat. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and spun me around. But I’m a big guy, and Steve was only average in size. I kneed him in the balls and punched him in the jaw, sending him onto his back. “Do that again shithead, and I’ll cut your throat,” I said, holding the blade to the side of his neck. The look of terror in his eyes told me he wouldn’t try anything again. I pushed him into the back of the van and swung the doors closed behind me. I sat on his chest, pinning his arms to the floor of the van, and reached over to a cooler I keep handy. A hypodermic needle was in the top tray, filled with a powerful drug. I jabbed it into his shoulder, and in a few seconds he was unconscious. After handcuffing and gagging Steve, I drove to my house on the other side of town. I pulled into my garage, and dragged his drugged body into my “guest room”. This room was carefully soundproofed, so that nobody outside the house can hear a thing. I hoisted Steve onto an operating table I managed to steal from a hospital in my last job. Then I went to work. First I removed all his clothes. Steve was a great-looking young guy, blond with a nice build. I could see why he was able to get girls to trust him. When I pulled his pants off, I saw he had a really nice uncircumcised cock. I’m gay myself, and really get off on the male organ – especially when I’m cutting it off some guy. I worked fast in case Steve regained consciousness. I put his feet into stirrups, strapping his ankles securely into place. I pulled two straps across his torso, pinning his chest firmly to the table. His hands were handcuffed to the legs of the operating table. Now I just needed to wait for him to wake up. “What are you doing?” he shouted a half hour later, when the drug finally wore off. He started bucking wildly, but soon realized I had made it impossible for him to get up. I walked up and smiled. “Hi there Steve. I’ve been hired to send a message to you. It’s from Linda’s dad.” His eyes widened in terror at the name of his victim. I continued talking as I unwrapped a catheter and hooked it to a collection bag. “This is the story, Steve. Linda’s dad wants to make sure you never hurt another young lady. So I’m going to cut off your cock.” He started screaming, so I stopped what I was doing and got a ball gag. With much trouble, I managed to pry open his mouth and gag him. “This is a catheter, Steve. I’m going to put it down your cock and into your bladder. After I cut off your cock. It will keep the urethra open so you can still piss. By the way, you’re going to have to squat to piss from now on, just like those girls you like to abuse.” I have to admit I was getting off on telling Steve what I was planning to do. It was part of his punishment. I thought about the fear Linda had felt when Steve raped and beat her up. Steve was only getting what he deserved. After pushing the catheter in and watching the piss flow up the tube, I started scrubbing Steve’s cock with a brown disinfectant. I noticed his cock was growing hard, which made me smile. So many guys really get turned on by the idea of losing their dicks. It’s not my idea of fun, but hey, who am I to judge? My kick is cutting off cocks. Finally, everything was in place. “I’ve got an anaesthestic in my bag, Steve, but I’m not gonna use it on you. You’re gonna feel every cut. When your cock is gone, you’ll know it!” Steve’s eyes were wide, and he frantically tried to yank his arms free, but I had tied him up good. I grasped his cock, which by now had gotten very erect. The tube snaking from his slit was carrying piss out of his body to a collection bag. Steve was whimpering and sobbing, but I ignored that. I’m a professional, after all. I can’t let a little thing like a few tears stop me. Steve jerked and tried to scream as the sharp point of the scalpel bit into the base of his cock. I usually do this pretty fast, but today I was in no hurry. I withdrew the scalpel and watched a few drops of blood ooze from the small gash. I smeared a gloved finger into the blood and held it up for Steve to see. He was sobbing and desperately trying to escape his bonds. I noticed my own cock had gotten hard watching the whole scene. Back to business. I pressed the scalpel back into the lower part of the penis, pushing it through until I felt it touch the catheter. Then I started slicing around the circumference of the shaft. Steve’s muffled screams and jerking movements were non-stop now. I almost started to feel sorry for the poor bastard. Almost. It took only about five minutes to finish severing the cock completely. I lifted it up and away from Steve’s body, and pulled it over the catheter tube until it was free. “Here’s it is Steve,” I said, holding the cock up for him to see. “Say goodbye forever.” I tossed the useless organ into a trash basket next to the bed. There’s not much more to tell. After the penectomy, I jabbed Steve with a needle that knocked him out. I cleaned him up and dressed him, and put him back in the van. I dumped him in the alley of the bar where I had kidnapped him. I figured somebody would find his pretty soon. There was nothing Steve could do. They never found his cock, so they couldn’t re-attach it. He had no idea where the surgery was performed, so I was beyond his reach. He accused Linda’s father of arranging the penectomy, but there was no evidence for the police to act on. Steve was fucked – something he’d never do to some girl again. Jonathan, 19 This kid was hard core. He wanted the whole package from me – cock, balls, even his nipples! Money was no object. And nothing I said could talk him out of it, too. I couldn’t figure this boy out. He was absolutely beautiful. He had the face of a catalog model, and a body to match. I didn’t want to nullify him, I wanted to fuck him! I always try to talk my clients out of it, just to make sure they’re really serious. A lot of guys chicken out when I get down to the nuts and bolts (pun intended), but Jon was dead set on nullification. “I’ve wanted this done for years. I like my cock and balls, but I just gotta lose them. I can’t explain it.” Why the nipples too? “Because my tits are the most sensitive part of my body. I can cum just from playing with them. So it wouldn’t make sense to keep them after I lose my cock and balls.” So a few days later Jon showed up at my house for his surgery. He came in a muscle shirt that showed off his fabulous arms and chest, and wearing tight jeans that clung to his bubble butt. His cock and balls were easily visible. Man, I wanted this boy so bad. He peeled off his clothes, and I saw he had rings in both nipples, and a big Prince Albert ring through the head of his dick. He walked into my operating room, his long cock swinging back and forth. He just looked so hot that I made him an offer. “One last time, kid. Any way you like it.” He smiled and said, “Okay. Fuck me while I jerk myself off.” I didn’t need another invitation. In a flash, I was kneeling between his spread legs, my cock ready to go. This boy was a real bottom – I penetrated his ass easy. His dick was hard just as quickly, and he started jerking his hand up and down. “Pull my nipple rings,” he begged. I did what he asked, but he started yelling, “harder. Pull them harder. Twist them too.” After a few minutes he closed his eyes and jerked his cock faster. “Oh fuck, yeah,” he yelled, and a big jet of cum shot from his piss hole. I was right behind him, shooting my spunk into his ass. Since he was already in place, I quickly got up, put my pants back on, and started to strap him down. He didn’t move at all. Before long he was tied down good, his legs wide apart and his cock and balls ready to be lopped off. I wrapped my hand around them, and thought, “what a shame.” I went about my business cleaning him up and removing his Prince Albert before catherizing him. Then I injected pain killer into his crotch and nipples. He flinched a few times from the shots, but before long he was numb in all the right places. This was only the second time I had taken a guy’s tits, so I was extra careful. I used a small scalpel to cut around the nipples, and before long both of them were sitting on the steel tray, their rings still in them. I bandaged his chest and then went on to the main event. Normally I just chop off the cock, the way I did with Steve, but since Jon was totally numb I took my time. First I sliced off the head, then cut vertically up and down the shaft. Before too long only the catheter was protruding from Steve’s crotch. After stitching him up, I moved onto his scrotum. It was a beautiful set of balls hanging in that sack. I just hated it when I stuck the scalpel in and started slicing around his ballbag. Before too long his two balls were dangling free from the scrotum. I took one of the grayish white orbs in my left hand, and snipped it off. A few slices later, and Jon’s last piece of manhood was in my hand, cut free from his wounded body. The boys was a total neuter now. I stitched him up as best as I could, and directed him to a hospital where they could do to the reconstructive surgery. He’s have to have a pisshole made down by his anus. I gave him a shot of painkiller, helped him dress, and sent him on his way. “Thanks, guy,” he smiled, and kissed me on lips. Damn, if he wasn’t a complete eunuch I would’ve asked him for a date right then and there. Richard, 37 This was pure case of jealousy. Philip contacted me and we met for coffee. It seems his boyfriend Richard was cheating on him big time. He had found plenty of incriminating evidence on Richard’s computer – the cheating bastard had been making dates over the Internet for months. “I want you to take his balls,” Philip said. I thought the solution was a little drastic for the situation, but I’m a professional. I collected half my fee from Philip, and made my plans. Philip gave me a picture of Richard, and I was impressed. Although the guy was close to 40, he still looked plenty hot. A few days later I contacted Richard through the Internet, using information given to me by Philip. “8-inch cock looking for same,” I wrote. “I want to wrap my lips around around your big dick. Tonight.” We made a date at the local coffee house, and a few hours later he showed up. I found myself really attracted to Richard. After some chit-chat, I suggested we go back to my place for some drinks. He quickly agreed. It was pretty obvious that we’d be fucking around the moment we got through the door. I wasn’t mistaken. Richard peeled off his clothes in just a few seconds, and I was right behind him. The guy had just a beautiful cock, and it was hard the second I touched it. This was going to be fun. After a little cocksucking, I found myself on my back in bed with my feet in the air. Normally I don’t bottom, but I thought I’d give Richard a break. It hurt like hell when he first started fucking me, but I began to loosen up and enjoy it. He lasted a long time before grunting and shooting his spunk up my ass. He didn’t know it, but that would be his last time. Now it was my turn. I grabbed his ankles and rested them on my shoulders. I stuck a greased finger up his ass and loosened him up. Then I pressed the head of my dick into his anus, and sank into him up to my balls. I really enjoyed fucking Richard, and he seemed to like being fucked. After awhile I felt him tighten his ass around my cock, and I shot my wad into him. I collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. Then I reached under the bed, grabbed a hypodermic, and jabbed it into his thigh. “What the fuck?” he shouted, but in a few seconds he rolled over and was asleep. I quickly strapped him down and gave him another shot of narcotic. He’d be out a long time. I took some tape and taped Richard’s cock to his stomach. Then I made an incision in the right side of his ballbag, and started squeezing his sack. After a minute, the testicle popped out of the hole. I tied off the stalk and then snipped the ball free. A few minutes later, I repeated the procedure on the left side. “Bye, bye, baby,” I said, as Richard’s last ball dropped into my hand. A week later, I met Philips at the same coffee house. “Here’s the rest of the cash,” he said, dropping an envelope on the table. “And here’s what you asked for,” I answered, handing him a small box. He opened the top and looked inside – a perfectly matched pair of balls. “A pleasure doing business with you,” he said, smiling and putting the box into his briefcase. “Any time,” I answered, smiling back. END