My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m an engineer and I travel a lot for my regular career, but I also travel to de-ball men.

I do a lot of work in oil refineries as a consulting engineer and I often work in the NY/NJ area.

Sometimes I take advantage of the proximity of the big city to attend a play or a concert.

One evening in June, my friend Rose and I went to a play and then to the Upper East Side to do a little clubbing.

Hours latter we found ourselves downtown in an East Village bar called the Play Crib (name changed for this story).

As is the way in most bars two women don’t pay for any drinks and they get hit on constantly.

We finally met two pretty nice guys. Both men were doctors who worked at a nearby hospital. They were both about the same age, a little young for me and a little old for Rose, but fun no the less.

As I had to work the following morning, I excused myself and much to the disappointment of one of the young doctors, made my way home. Rose said that she was having too much fun to leave and would make her own way home. Rose was cute with little perky boobs, a nice flat stomach and men couldn’t take their eyes off her perfectly rounded ass.

The following morning, just before lunch,I called Rose from the job. It was a Sunday, but I was the lead engineer on an emergency column repair at a refinery and had to be there.

When she didn’t answer I thought to myself that she must have been out late and turned her phone off. I wasn’t worried.

That night Rose showed up at my place. She was distraught and it took me a while to get the story out of her.

When the doctor guys realized that the night wasn’t going anywhere, they left the bar. The bartender bought her another drink and she talked with the bouncer for a while.

Her memory ended there and the next thing she remembered was waking up on a bench at a bus stop in the Village with the mother of all hangovers.

When she got home she found that her thong underwear was missing, her pelvic area was beat up and there was dried blood that had obviously come from her butt hole, not to mention dried cum in her hair..

I advised her to go to the police, but she adamantly refused, saying that it was too embarrassing.

I called my friend Dr. Pann who runs a woman’s advocacy group in the mid west, and told her about the apparent rape and that we suspected the bartender. She offered to help in any way her organization could, including money. I decided that we needed a decoy, that led to me calling my friend and cohort Jill in Dallas. She was on the next plane to NY.

The plan was for us to observe on a Saturday night and put out the bait (Jill) on the following Saturday. Jill would be the perfect bait. She is 5’9” with a model figure. Big boobs, tiny waist and a near perfect ass. Her boobs are enhanced, but they look very real.

We sent Jill and one of Dr. Pann’s body guards to observe as Rose and I could be recognized. Jill saw the caper go down. Near the last call, the bartender bought a drink for a lone woman at the bar. Within ten minutes she was dazed and the bouncer helped her to a back room sit for a minute. Jill and her “date” never saw her come out. At closing time they left and reported to me. We continued to watch the bar and at around ten the next morning we saw the bouncer leave with the woman. She was still falling all over herself and looked drugged or drunk. He walked her, half supporting her, to the same bus stop where Rose had found herself.

The following weekend Jill and her escort again entered the bar. Near closing time they had their prearranged spat. The guy stormed out of the bar and the bartender tried to comfort Jill. He even bought her a drink. She noticed that he did not get the glass from the rack but from under the bar. As he poured she thought she saw a fine powder in the bottom of the glass.

We had rigged her purse with a supported, double zip lock bag and when the bartender was distracted she poured the drink into her bag and zipped it up.

After about ten minutes she began to rest her chin on her hand and feign dizziness. True to the script the bouncer offered her a quiet place to sit down. She sat quietly and pretended to doze off. I had donned a blonde wig and made myself up to look different than they would remember. In the bustle after last call, I made my way into the women’s room, put an out of order sign on one of the stalls and stood on the bowl to keep my feet from being seen as the place emptied out.

When the bar was silent I quietly made my way to the door outside of the stock room. The door was ajar and I could see a makeshift bed on top of several cases of booze.

Their drug of choice must have been one of the new designer date rape things. They were talking to Jill as though she would understand them. Thinking on her feet, she responded in a confused way.

Very softly the bartender said, “You’re going to suck my dick now!” He pulled out his semi-hard cock and slipped it into her mouth. Jill didn’t miss a beat and began to suck. His dick was tiny as was the rest of his package, I thought to myself, “Maybe that’s why he has to resort to rape."

I had two wire tasers, one in each hand. My plan was to take both men out at the same time. I couldn’t see the other man and so I had to bide my time. Jill didn’t mind blowing a guy for the cause, so, up until now there was no harm done. I heard the bartender begin to make those silly grunting sounds that some men make when they are cumming. Jill calmly swallowed his load.

Then the bouncer walked into view. His dick was already out and quite impressive, now I knew why Rose had bruises around her pussy and blood from her butt. This guy was huge. As big as a tall beer can. I’d seen longer dicks but never one so thick. His balls hung from it like very large lemons. He looked at Jill and said, “First you’re going to suck me off, then I’m going to ruin that tight little ass of yours.”

The ensuing act was more of a face fucking than a blow job. He drove that huge cock to her throat, choking her with each stroke. I could see that he was ready to cum and I decided to save Jill from another load of Jizz. I stepped from the doorway and let both tasers go. The bouncer fell to the ground but the second set of needles missed the tiny dicked bartender and embedded themselves in the plaster wall. I thought to my self, “Oh shit.” as he rushed at me in a rage. Without thinking my knee came up into his crotch but he turned slightly and his leg took the hit that was aimed as his balls. He had his hands on my throat and slammed me into a wall so hard that I almost went out. I could smell his bad breath as he Horsley whispered, “ you’re gonna blow me and then I’m going to give you the beating you deserve.”

I was suddenly afraid for my life, somehow the control had gotten away from me. I heard a “Thwack” noise and the man just slid to the floor, out cold. I had forgotten about Jill. The cordial bottle that she used as a club didn’t even crack, but it put the man down and out cold.

Using the duct tape that I had brought we secured both men. We tied them, spread eagled on the floor, to the built in shelves on the walls.

I cut their remaining clothes off with a box cutter and began to work.

Jill confronted the bartender, she said, “Rapist huh? With that puny little dick, no wonder. What woman would want that useless noodle. You should be a fag, at least someone would get some satisfaction from ripping your asshole open with a real dick.”

Needless to say, Jill doesn’t like rapists.

She turned her attention to the other man. She held his half hard member, looked at me and said that she had to try this out. While she worked on him, I turned to the bartender.

I said to him, “ we don’t like rapists, so we’re going to take your little toy balls away from you!” I could see the terror in his eyes as he tried to plead through the duct tape. The cut was simple, I opened each side of his sack, popped his little (marble sized) nuts out and snipped them off. He tried to scream but it was just a grunt through the duct tape. I popped the little balls into one of my jars and turned to the other man.

Jill was astride him. His thick cock was stretching her pussy lips to the limit, but the smile on her face told me that she was enjoying it. Even as she worked to extract his load, I moved in behind her and opened the side of his nutsack with my scalpel. He didn’t scream or even seem to notice. A first for me.

I popped his nuts out into the open air for the first time in his life. Jill kept pumping his rock hard rod even while I worked. He was ready and Jill jumped off and began to suck him. I gently pulled down on his naked balls. The first stream shot into her mouth, she pointed his thick dick away from her and the second ribbon of thick jizz shot more than three feet onto the carpet. In the middle of the second stream I drew my scalpel across his cords and the big balls fell into my hand. That time he did scream. His big dick continued to pump, but the third stream shot out in a deep crimson color as the blood mixed with the off white sperm. He pulsed about three more times, a good end to his last load ever.

I stemmed the bleeding and we left them tied there. On the way out of the door Jill said, “Happy raping guys!”

We tossed our rubber gloves in a dumpster and found an all night pizza place for a belated dinner, pizza with sausage and onions. NY has the best pizza in the world.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia