My name is Thecia, I’m an underground cutter and I love my work. I’m an engineer by day but I like my avocation much better. I’ve cut over one hundred sets of balls since I’ve been doing this. I was paid to cut most of them, but some just needed cutting to remove the guy from the gene pool.

My 2009 De-balling party was a great success and as you know I wrote a story about it.

My friend Betty called me a few days later to thank me for mentioning her book in the story and to thank me for the great time she had at the party. I told her, “Hell! That book is almost my bible.” While we were talking she suggested we have another party. We both had a backlog of “fans” who all had some form of genitalia that they wanted to lose.

I called the gang, mostly the same people that had attended the last party. Betty of course, Beth the other biter, Marisa and Jill the only cutters beside myself, Linda the mistress and two or three other slave owing dommes.

Linda arrived first with her now eunuch slave Griffon in tow. She also had her new intact slave Gargoyle. She said she wanted to enter him in the ball tug of war. His balls were very large and she felt he could hold his own. She intended to bet five hundred bucks and his balls on the outcome. Soon after her Betty arrived with three ball bearing (for now) men.

Jill and Marisa each brought two candidates and a domme named Karen brought three. Ginger sent regrets as she was stuck in NY by her day job.

Each slave and game candidate was fitted with a ball leash except the eunuch Griffon who had a gold ring through the skin where his balls used to be.

We modified the rules for the cum contest a little bit. The first two men to shoot would lose there nuts as would the last two. There were nine contestants in all.

Five of the men were lined up and a sterilized garden shear was placed around the neck of each ball sack. We would do two contests with five in the first group and four in the second group. The first and last man to cum would be nutted. Each woman put one hand on her contestant’s big dick and the other hand on the shears.

The women were allowed to do what ever it takes to get the man to shoot his last load. They all began to stroke in earnest. Some even sucked a little. It seemed to take forever with each man trying their best to think of other thing so they could keep their pathetic balls. One of Karen’s slaves showed a grimace as the first thick ribbon of cum shot out. Karen let the first stream hit the floor and then brought the handles of the shear together. The once proud balls hit the ground with a loud plop. One rolled out of the sack and the other remained inside. The second pulse of cum shot out a deep red as the blood mixed with it. He shot four more times even as his big balls lay dead on the floor.

The next two men came quickly and the final two strained to force the load out. Each had pre-cum almost dripping as the slave John shot a small spurt. With that Linda who was working the final slave smiled. She continued to stroke him and whispered, “don’t worry, I like your big balls and I won’t nut you.” She waited until he finally shot and then she said, “I lied!” as she hacked his testicles off with the razor sharp shear. This set dropped on the floor with the others before being scooped up and placed in a jar.

The second heat of the contest went much the same as the first. Another of Karen’s slaves lost his nuts almost at once while the second man followed in seconds. The last two men went for a few more minutes and came at almost the same second. A draw was declared and we decided to have a run off. This time the first to cum with a second load would lose them. The men were Marisa’s candidate and Gargoyle. Each dick was red from the constant rubbing I was rooting for Gargoyle to win because I wanted to see those huge balls in the tug contest. Sure enough Marisa’s man shot his load first. This set did not hit the floor as she caught them in her hand, she removed them from the severed sack and held them by their cords to swing them in victory.

There were five sets of balls still in the game. I was excited about the ball tug. I really get turned on by the energy and destruction of big virile balls. We selected the teams by ball size, smallest first and biggest last. Only the man with last attached balls would keep them. The winner of each round would get a blow job by the owner/sponsor of the loser. The first round began with one of Karen’s slaves and the man Betty brought. Both had average sized balls. I tied the nylon rope around the first man when Betty interrupted with a suggestion. She removed the ¼ inch nylon rope and replaced it with very strong and very fine piano wire. She said, “That’ll give them more to worry about.”

Each man tried a test tug only to learn about the unexpected pain as the wire cut into the tender skin. Strength had no meaning here, it was all pain tolerance. The men were on all fours facing away from each other. Each nut sack had a line of blood showing now from the sharp wire. Karen’s slave was losing ground when Betty’s entrant jerked mightily forward, great surprise showed on his face as he realized the great thrust had severed his own balls. He fell to the floor in pain with his detached balls still tethered the other man.

Betty dutifully began her required blow job. If the man knew anything at all about Betty he would ask her to forgo it. She began expertly, licking and rimming his helmet, probing his pee hole. It only took a few minutes before his rock hard cock began to pulse and the hot cum shot out. The first stream caught her straight in the mouth, before the second pulse hit, her eyes glazed over and with no other warning her sharp teeth closed around his bulging helmet. In an instant the cum was now spurting through a five inch stump and the helmet was like hamburger in her mouth. The man screamed as he grabbed his bleeding prick and fell to the ground. Betty just giggled. I managed to clamp off the bleeding vessels and told him to rest. Beth came over to console him. In her quiet voice she told him that it was a shame that he didn’t need his balls anymore. Much like Betty, she gave no warning as she dived at his balls and clamped her strong teeth around them. She twisted and pulled at the screaming man until the big balls ripped from his body. The man passed out and again I had to cauterize his wound. Beth sat in a corner like a crazed animal as she chewed and swallowed the now dead ball meat.

We calmly went on with the games. The next round was not anywhere near as dramatic. As luck would have the next round was between another of Karen’s slaves and another of Betty’s contestants. Betty’s man simply gave up from the pain and allowed himself to be dragged out of the circle. Without ceremony I grabbed the loser’s ball sack and using the same shears lopped his nuts off. Betty moved toward the winner with intentions of giving him the blow job that was due him. The man, having seen the last prize, skittered away and said, “Please NO, Please NO!” Betty relented and said that he would play the winner of the next round anyway, so she might have another chance.

The next round was between Gargoyle and the last of Karen’s slaves. Both men had impressive huge and heavy balls. Betty secured the wire and both men went at it. They went back and forth for almost an hour. Both men had tears running down there faces from the pain. Some how they both kept raging erections. Gargoyle was completely out of the box and the other man was inches from the edge and the loss. The man pulled back and managed to move Gargoyle a few inches backwards, with a mighty second pull the man fell flat on his face as the fine wire cut through his sack and cords like a hot knife through butter with that his prize balls fell to the ground, severed.

In the final heat, it was gargoyle and Karen’s slave. There was no match at all, Gargoyle simply pulled the other man out of the ring. I lopped his balls off and gargoyle was declared the winner. Karen moved to deliver her obligatory knob polishing. The wire remained around the great sack. Linda collected her winnings and calmly began to wrap the end of the wire around a broom handle.

Karen was an expert cocksucker and Gargoyle was ready very soon. I could see him begin to pump big slugs of cum from his beautiful balls. Karen swallowed every drop. At about the third of forth pulse Linda pulled with all of her 115 pounds on the broom stick. The wire came taut and Gargoyle was an instant eunuch. I asked Linda why she sacrificed her boy toy slave. She told me that it was only balls, and she would get a new slave with new balls. There was not a live gonad in the room and a great time was had by all. Well, almost all.

We left the slaves to heal and we all went out for pizza. I was the only one who would eat anchovies.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia