My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old "cutter." In the seven years or so that I’ve been doing this, most of my clients were done with simple surgical procedures. Very boring things, prep, slice, snip, and sew. The few that have some excitement I’ve chronicled in this forum.

My day job is that of an engineer, one of the divisions of my company pays my road expenses. The woman who handles this reimbursement is named Nadra.

One morning Nadra came to work sporting a black eye. She told everyone that she opened the door to her SUV into her eye, and that it was a stupid thing. I had noticed bruises on her arms and legs before, usually covered with heavy make-up.

I found her in the coffee room and confronted her. I said, "What did he do to you?" She broke down and cried, "The bastard butt raped me, when I objected he hit me." The bastard was of course, her husband Vlad. She went on to tell me that she had bled for over an hour. This treatment had gone on for years.

I told her that I knew someone who would take care of the problem. She looked at me with a questioning face. She said that she didn’t want him killed or anything, just to not hurt her anymore. She said that she couldn’t leave him as he promised to kill her if she did. I smiled and said, "they will deball him, he’ll never have the balls to hurt you again." She smiled back and said, "If only that could be done." I assured her that it could and would, all she had to do was nod. She asked how much and I gave her my standard rate of three thousand bucks. Usually when it’s a forced thing I get three times that much, but this guy needed it. I told her that all she had to do was nod and it would happen, she could pay later. She smiled again and nodded. I made as if I was only the messenger and had nothing to do with the action.

My friend and confidant, Jill usually acted as my bait and often got herself into trouble. However she had just started a new job and couldn’t get the time to help. So, it was up to me.

It was easy to find Vlad, he was a fixture at a local bar and pick up joint. I went into my closet and got out my "cum Dumpster" outfit. A brassy blonde wig, an extreme push up bra, a very tight black dress and "fuck me" high heels. I carried a large purse that weighed a ton. It contained my Taser, some rope, a soldering pencil, my jar of formaldehyde, a zip lock bag of salt and my cutting tools.  I was loaded for bear.

I found him in the bar and sat two seats away from him. He was a huge man, over six five and at least 270 pounds, he appeared to be all muscle. I was starting to think that I might have bitten off more than I could chew.

In less than ten minutes he asked if he could buy me a drink. The rest went according to plan. Within an hour we walked into a motel room.

I sat my purse on the table and before I turned around he grabbed me and was driving his tongue down my throat. He pulled me to the bed and unzipped my dress, in seconds it was on the floor. I said, "Whoa big fella, slow down, we’ll get there." I was now in my bra and thong. Without any finesse at all he tore my bra between the cups and it was off. So far I hadn’t said no, so I guess I wasn’t being raped. The thong hit the floor and in almost the same instant, his face was in the racing stripe of my pubic hair. Without my seeing it happen his shirt, shoes and pants were on the floor. Despite my distaste, his tongue was starting to feel pretty good on my clit. Even though it was the last thing that I wanted, my body betrayed me and I came and came again.
He stood up and his boxers slid to the floor. All I could say was, "OH, MY GOD." His package matched his size. Balls the size of oversized lemons and I may have seen a bigger cock but I don’t remember when. It was as thick as my arm and it looked as long as a rolling pin. I said, in an attempt to get to my Taser, "I need to go to the bathroom." He pushed me down and said, "No! you need to get fucked!" I almost panicked, then it dawned on me, I was going to get fucked, and there was nothing I could do about it. I told him, NO!, just to confirm in my own mind that I was being raped.

He put the tip of that huge thing on the edge of my cunt lips. I thought that no way was I going to take that monster, I’m built small down there anyway. As wet as I was from the extensive licking, it wouldn’t fit. He pushed harder and the helmet began to enter. Then without a word, he drove it with all of his weight. I saw red, my pussy stretched to it’s limit, I was sure it would tear, but it didn’t. He had about three or four inches inside and was slowly pumping. With each stroke he went a little deeper. When it was about ¾ in he hit bottom and I saw stars. There is a way that a woman can turn and allow a big cock to go past that point, but it didn’t work with this baseball bat sized prick. I told him to stop, that he was hurting me, but he just drove harder. With each stab of pain, I thought of ways, when the time came, to cause pain to him. Tears ran from my eyes. This was the worst pain that I ever remember feeling.

I had slipped a few sleeping pills in his drinks at the bar, but there was no sign of them taking effect.

I felt him tense and his big cock began to pulse, I could feel the hot thick cum squirting deep into my pussy. With that big cock filling me, there was just no room left in there and the jizz began to pump out around the cock that it came from,

He lay there, spent. This was my chance to get the Taser. I began to get out of bed, but, he grabbed my arm and said, "we still have your ass to go." That terrified me. If he ever tried to get that thing up my butt he would split me in half. I don’t like anal sex and I was a virgin there. As it was my pussy felt like an airplane hangar. As he began to turn me over I grabbed his cock and said, "let me suck it." I didn’t want to but I would have done anything to keep that thing away from my ass. I also figured that if I got him off again, he might want a nap, like most men.

I could barely get the head and a couple of inches into my mouth. I used my hands on the rest of his shaft. I worked him, keeping him right on the edge for as long as I could. When he got close, I would stop and mouth his balls one at a time. I could barely get one in my mouth. I had visions of my friend Beth who would have simply bit them off, but that was beyond me.
When I finally made (or allowed) him to cum, he shot more than I expected. I would have never believed that a guys second load could be that much. He came and came, I swallowed as fast as I could, but still it ran out of my mouth and down onto his big balls. I know that I must have looked like a porn queen with cum dripping of off my chin. All through this ordeal, I could only think of the pain that I was going to inflect on this bastard. He lay back, breathing hard, he said, "that was the best blow job I ever got."

Taking that as my cue, I told him that I would freshen up and be ready for the next round.

I slowly picked up my purse and walked toward the bathroom. Just before the door, I turned and the twin needles of my Taser flew and hit him square in the torso. He screamed and began to shake. I tied his arms to the metal bed frame with thin but strong ¼ inch nylon rope. He then tried to kick me and I triggered the Taser again. That put a stop to his resistance. I doubled the ropes just because of his power and the fact that his wrists were bleeding from his strain on the ropes.

He started cursing me with things like, "you cunt" and, "I’m gonna fuck your ass till you bleed."

I looked at him softly and in almost a whisper I told him, "It’s my turn." Now I had those huge balls where I wanted them. As he mouthed his next curse, I punched him full in those big round balls. He tried to curl up but the bindings prevented that. I said, "no cursing." And hit him in the balls again to make my point.

I tried to put a ball gag in his mouth but he resisted. I told him he would never learn and punched him in those big nuts again. He learned.

I usually make two incisions in the side of a clients nut sack, tie off the cords and ducts, snip the nuts off and sew up the scrotum. But this sack was so big that I could make a small purse out of it. I wanted to tan that thing and use it for all to see, or I might give it to Nadra for her pleasure. He screamed into the ball gag as I neatly cut his sack. I pulled it off of his now naked balls and salted it for tanning. I seared his wound with a soldering pencil and stopped most of the bleeding. I then donned my velvet glove and began to stroke him. Despite the pain his big cock rose to the occasion. I had never seen naked nuts during orgasm. I felt his shaft tightened and his nuts did pull up just as they did when he had his bag. Again the volume amazed me. I had to duck to keep the ropes of cum from hitting my face. Instead of my scalpel, I picked up the soldering pencil and very slowly began to burn through the cords and ducts to his balls. The stench was terrible..but I kept to it. He writhed in pain and screamed into his gag. With each touch of the searing hot metal, I asked him if he liked raping me. It took about two minutes for the little pencil to burn the first nut from his body. There was almost no bleeding thanks to the heat.

I held the remaining, living ball in my hand, fondling it. I thought of Nadra and squeezed it with all of my might, it didn’t rupture. I picked up two heavy glass motel ashtrays, placed one on the bed below his nut and the other in my hand. I slammed it down trapping the ball between them. This time it was too much, the testicle popped with a loud noise. God, I love the sound of a ball popping. I finished my work with the pencil and the remains of his last ball fell free. The big man was covered in sweat, his balls were in the peanut butter jar and his nut sack was in a ziplock bag full of salt.

I had left a little flap of skin from his sack to sew across the wound. I am a professional and I don’t leave sloppy work. While I was working there, some how my scalpel jumped into my hand and all by itself, cut the nerves to his prostate. That big cock would never again rise. Even with hormones, it was a dead noodle, just a pee wick.

Later I met my friend Jill and Lesli at Hank’s place, we shared a pitcher of Black & Tan beer, Lesli had twin lobster tails, Jill, always thinking like the model that she is, had a salad and I had a fillet minion, wrapped in bacon.

Respectfully submitted

Thecia

Epilog

Vlad now acts as Nadra’s slave. He has a gold ring through the helmet on his useless dick.

Nadra has a lover who cares for her and does not abuse her. Vlad is made to watch while her lover fucks her.

Vlad’s huge balls are on display on my entertainment center, in separate jars, they are too big for one. They are the biggest that I ever cut.

Vlad’s sack was tanned, filled with sand to stretch it to its full size and I now use it as an underwear bag in my suitcase.