Thecia’s Harassment

My name is Thecia and I’m a 30-year-old "Cutter."

As some of you may know, I’m an engineer for a worldwide company. No one at work knows of my avocation. I cut balls and it’s not any of their business.

My division manager is a small, balding man who wears "coke bottle" glasses. He looks like the kindest, gentlest man out there. Alas, He’s not. I was called into his office three weeks ago. Alan, this division manager, told me that I was being considered for the position of Chief Engineer for the domestic division of the company. It would mean a lot more travel and a lot more responsibility. Of course with the promotion would come a lot more money, a very large raise. He went on to say that we would lose one engineering position and this could all work out if I were promoted. The carrot and the stick. He inferred that if I didn’t get the promotion, I would be laid off.

I thanked him for thinking of me and asked what the next step would be. He said, "you could be nice to me". I pretended it was a joke and left the room.

Three days later Alan again asked to see me. This time he asked a few questions that sounded normal. Would I be willing to travel? Could I handle the extra workload? Simple questions like that. Then came the bombshell. Do you want to be nice to me? As he said it he pushed back from his desk and kind of lifted his lap, and unmistakable gesture. He made it quite clear that if I "took care" of him I would get the promotion and if I didn’t I would be laid off. As most people, I hate to feel powerless. My first thought was "this is a guy who needs his balls sliced off." But, he knew me and even in my hussy outfit he would know me. I told him that I would have to think about it and I would tell him tomorrow.

I remembered Marisa, a cutter from Chicago who owed me a favor, I had cut a gay guy for her when she had set it up and then contracted the flu. She owed me one. I called her and she said that she would do whatever I wanted. I told her it would be against his will and that was OK with her.

I went into Alan’s office. I was feeling much better now that I felt I had some control. I told him that I had thought it over and I unzipped his pants. For such a "milquetoast" guy he had quite a cock. Not huge, but quite respectable, His balls were on the large side too. I went down on him with gusto. Working his cock to a quick climax. It took less than a minute and he spewed an ample amount of cum into my mouth. It tasted nasty. Some guys just taste nasty, I don’t know why. He said that I should stop by tomorrow to pick up the promotion letter. He made it clear that there was to be a repeat tomorrow and whenever he wanted. Little did he know my plan.

Two days latter I picked Marissa up at DFW Airport. She was only an inch or so taller than me but she was much larger in frame. A little older, with bigger boobs and a hard face. But I could see how she could turn on a man. Unlike me, she was a man hater; she liked to inflict pain. I had intended to use my friend Jill as bait, but as this was Dallas and Jill was well known, I asked Marissa for ideas. She said "Not to worry, I’ll get him for you,"

Alan has lunch at the same place every day. A bar called "Daddy’s Money." Marissa was there as he had his first martini of the day. She was dressed in business garb, but when she took her suit jacked off her big boobs piled out of the top of her blouse. Alan noticed. She told him that she was here from LA on business and would be in Dallas one more night. True to his nature, he said that she shouldn’t have dinner alone and he would be glad to show her the town.

I had a guy obtain a motel room for all cash and I gave the key to Marissa.

When the time came he followed her right into her trap. He no sooner entered the room than she let her blouse fall off. He gaped at her near perfect tits. It was the last thing he saw that night. She hit him with the stun gun and he fell like a bag full of hammers.

My cell phone rang the prearranged two times and I hurried to the room. I wore my blonde hussy wig, fake boobs and "fuck me" high heels, just in case someone saw me. I would be hard to identify. I brought my kit but it was unnecessary, Marissa had her own. She had already tied him to the metal bed frame, blindfolded him, and ball gagged him. I brought my plug in soldering iron as I knew Marissa’s work by reputation and thought we might need some quarterizing in a hurry.

Alan was awake by now and Marissa talked to him. "Hi, you hurt a friend of mine, and I’m here to see that you don’t do it again. I’m going to cut your horny little balls off!" He tried to say something but the gag stopped what ever it was.

Using two scalpels we sliced his clothes off and had him naked in seconds. His big prick didn’t look so proud now. Just a flaccid little worm. His balls were still pretty impressive though. Marissa asked me if I wanted to show him what he would be missing. I remembered the nasty taste of his cum and shook my head no. She took his soft cock in her bare hand and slowly worked it to hard. She played with his balls and it hardened faster. She stopped and without fanfare, sliced open his scrotum. She used the same method that I use. She sliced each side and popped them out, albeit without a local needle. His hard-on shrank at once but a few strokes with her hand brought it back. I didn’t talk for fear of him knowing my voice, so I used hand signals to ask if she wanted me to tie the cords and ducts off. She shook her head in a side to side motion meaning no.
At this time she slipped her mouth down over his hard cock. It wouldn’t be long now. She would pull all the way off of him and then let his cock tip open her lips again and again. When he started to cum it was a surprise to both of us. Usually you can tell seconds before a guy spurts, this time it just came. She wasn’t ready and the substantial load filled her mouth and ran down on the cock it came from.

I hadn’t noticed, but she had his right ball in her hand. When the second or third spurt came, she put her other hand on his groin and ripped his right nut right off of his body. This woman was truly an evil "man hater". He screamed into the gag and I must admit I was a bit shocked. Blood spurted from where the cords had attached and his big prick was still spurting thick white cum. I tried to stem the flow of blood with direct pressure but the wound was to ragged. I remembered my now hot soldering iron. I pressed the red hot metal into the wound and he screamed right through the ball gag. But, the blood almost stopped.

She now held his left nut in her hand. I wanted to see the terror in his eyes but I couldn’t let him see me. Marissa said, in a very sexy voice, "Do you want me to rip this one off, or should I snip it?" "I can’t hear you?" "Oh well, I guess he wants me to rip it!" With that she put her hand on his groin again and pulled, very slowly this time. The cords pulled out much further than even I would believe. Alan was screaming and pulling against his restraints like a wild man. The cords still wouldn’t tear. I had seen a man lift 50 lbs. with his balls once so I know how strong those cords can be.

Then it happened, his left ball exploded in her fist. It popped like a balloon and then came off in her hand. She opened her hand and there was a gooey mess of ball stuff, the cord still hung from his body and the ends were bleeding. With that Alan passed out from the pain. I used my scalpel to sever the remaining cord and then my iron to sear the wound. I had wanted to keep both of his severed balls, but that was not to be, Marissa flushed the mashed one down the toilet and I put the remaining one in a peanut butter jar filled with formaldehyde.

Alan was out like a light, so we cut his bonds and quietly left the room. I drove Marissa back to the airport and we had lunch there. I thanked her and told her that I owed her one. She said that friends don’t keep count.

I got the promotion. For some reason Alan didn’t come to work for a while. And he never asked me for a blowjob again. Hmmm I wonder why?

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia