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My name is Thecia and I'm a professional cutter. I'm a 30 year old female. This story took place five years ago and was for my own pleasure. Before I was paid to cut. I've always been enamored with balls. I loved them since I saw my first set in my teen years. I would suck a guy off just to get to play with his balls. When I was 25, I decided that I wanted a set. I had already studied how it was done and acquired the necessary instruments. I planned it to the last detail. I live in Texas and flew to Orlando for the deed. I rented a car under my own name and with my blonde wig on drove to Fort Lauderdale. I went to a bar called the Four O'clock Lounge and started my nut hunt. I wasn't going to do it unless I found a huge set, so the inspection began. The first guy was an obvious body builder and looked like he had a good package. After I let him buy me a drink, I went to the parking lot with him and started petting. I got my hand on his package and it felt promising. I unzipped him and worked his jeans down to release all of his equipment. He had a great. above average cock, but his balls were not even up to normal standards. I gave him a quick blow job and left him there smiling. There were two more of the same kind of "interviews" the same night with no better results. One guy had a three incher and grape sized nuts. I decided that I had made myself too known in the town so I got my rental car and drove to Tampa. I found a bar called "Daddy's Money" and struck pay dirt on the first try. The guys name was Barry, he was not overly muscled but when I got his package exposed, his nuts were huge. His cock was a little over average but his balls were the size of lemons. This was the set, my set. In his car in the parking lot I had him leaking pre-cum and told him that we needed a room. A guy leaking pre cum will do anything to get off. He drove less than five minutes to a motel and checked in. As he walked ahead of me, I reached in my bag and skillfully hit him with my leather jack. He fell onto the bed like a ton of bricks. I put on my latex gloves to keep my fingerprints off of everything. I took the nylon clothesline from my bag and tied him to the metal bed frame. I tied him so that he was on his back with his knees up in the air. I placed a ball gag in his mouth, plugged in my soldering iron and began to shave him. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his huge sack. I had my little jar of formaldehyde on the dresser. After he was shaved he started to stir. I took my scissors and cut his jeans and jockeys off. I removed his shoes as he regained his senses. He tried to yell something like "What the fuck" but the ball gag made it come out as a loud mumble. I then told him that I love balls and I want his. His blank expression turned to fear when he realized what I had in mind. He struggled and bucked but the nylon just bit deeper into his arms and legs. I told him that I didn't have anything against him, it's just that I want to own your balls. I used the banding tool and tightly banded the top of his sack. I didn't have to work his balls down they just fell into place. To my surprise his cock almost sprang to attention. I caressed his soon to be mine balls. I felt a little sorry for this beautiful man soon to be a eunuch. In my pre cutter experience I learned that huge balls make for huge loads and I could see that his were loaded. before I put the second band on his ball sack, I gently took his throbbing cock into my mouth. I worked it very slowly, milking him for that wonderful,sweet pre-cum. When I felt his balls tighten up and get ready, I stopped and let it relax a little. I kept this up until his pre-cum ran like a leaky tap. I moved my head and tongue faster to finish him. When he came it filled my mouth, choked me some and ran out down both sides of my chin. Easily the biggest load I had ever seen. Cum was everywhere. I wiped my face with a motel towel and placed the second clamp in place. I placed the finely honed blade between the bands and while looking in his terrorized eyes, sliced his whole ball sack off. It fell with a plop into the small bowl I had placed there to catch the sack. I was nervous now. What if I got caught. I placed the package in the jar, they were so big that I had to squeeze them to get them in the jar, sealed the top, cleaned my instruments and neatly placed everything in my bag. I took the still plugged in soldering iron and seared the guy's wound. He screamed again but again the ball gag did it's job. I drove his car back to the club , picked up my rental and calmly drove to the Orlando airport. I've since done over 70 "cuttings" but I'll never forget my first set. They sit on my entertainment center, in a place of honor.
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