Thecia's
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
Thecia is asked for help by an S &amp; M group.&nbsp;Story is fiction and not for minors...&nbsp; gold miners are ok as long as they are of age.
Thecia’s Olympics

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old "Cutter." All right! I had a
birthday….but I’m stickin’ with 31 from now on.

I arrived home from an assignment in the North Sea. I’m an engineer in my
"day" job. While I sat with my coffee, I thumbed through my mail, Among my
bills and "junk" mail there was an invitation from the "Western Ladies, Assn."
I was invited to the Western Ladies Olympics in, where else, San Francisco.
This group, despite it’s name is an S & M club. It’s controlled by women and
has thousands of members. Almost every woman has at least one slave. Some of
the slaves are eunuchs and there are many that still retain their balls.

The note with the invitation asked if I would be a judge and do some cutting.
I know many of the women and I knew that they would pay well for my services.
I’m not really into S & M, but I am into deballing.

My sidekick Jill came along for the ride, we arrived at SFO Airport on the
morning of the Saturday that was the day of the contest. We rented a car and
drove the 50 minutes to the estate where the event was to be held. It was a
beautiful mansion on a horse farm. We stayed in one of the huge guestrooms.

At 4 PM we took a golf cart to the huge barn that had been cleared for the
event. The festive party was already in full swing. There were several hundred
people. Some women in leather and some men in ball leashes and/or chastity
belts. Jill was asked to be a judge along with another woman and me.

The first event was simple, just a biggest nutsack contest. Fifteen men were
entered. Each man had a cotton belt tied around his balls. Each mistress would
pull on the belt and the distance from the base of his cock to the bottom of
his balls was measured. The winner was pulled down a full eight inches plus,
the losing position was a tie. Two slaves both reached six and a quarter
inches. One mistress actually put her foot against her slave’s upper groin for
leverage. That did the trick and the other slave was declared the loser. Just
as we judges were making up our minds the man with the foot on his groin had
his right ball rupture. He fell to the floor in screaming pain. With that we
declared them both losers. I kneeled by him and with his mistress still
pulling on the belt, I sliced his whole nutsack, balls and all from his body.
It wasn’t my normal method of castration but it worked. The second man stared
in fear. His balls were still pulled to the limit as my razor sliced them.
Each mistress was presented with a jar containing her slave’s balls. The
scrotums would be auctioned off at the end of the evening.

Jill and I sewed up the two men as they prepared for the next event.

This was to be a simple Sumo wrestle, with a twist. A one-quarter inch nylon
rope was tied around the contestant’s balls and then attached to his
opponent’s nuts. The goal was to drag loser backward out of the circle. The
men strained mightily, each screaming as they pulled, each mistress whipping
her slave. The smaller man was almost out of the ring, I had my razor at the
ready. He backed up a little, causing slack in the rope and jerked forward
with all he had. The bigger man screamed and seemed to give up. He was quickly
pulled out of the ring. While he was still being pulled, I sliced his
straining nuts right off of him. The strain was so great that his balls flew
and slapped into the winners nuts. The winner got to keep his balls. Both men
lie prone on the floor, spent and unable to get up. There were 19 more "Ring
Pull" contests, adding 38 testicles to the jars.

A weight lift was next, a bucket was attached to a ball cuff and water was
added, one cup at a time. When the slave could no longer hold the weight and
he dropped to the floor, his bucket was weighed and listed on the scoreboard.
There were 30 contestants, the last five would lose they’re nuts. A full
bucket was just over 50 pounds. I have seen a man lift 52 pounds just for fun,
so I know it can be done. One slave had enormous balls and had about 30 pounds
in his bucket. His mistress added another cup and another, he screamed,
"that’s all I can take!" His mistress was so pissed that she lifted her foot
and brought all of her weight down on his bucket. He fell to the ground and
just lie there. Later we found that she had ripped his nuts off by the roots.
His scrotum was still intact but his nuts were now loose from their
attachments. His ballsack filled with blood and I was forced to slice it to
drain the blood. I would have a lot of work repairing the damage. Including
him, five more slaves were nutted in that contest.

They had a fun tractor pull. Each contestant would pull a small farm tractor
20 feet with a rope attached to his cock. Any slave not able to do it would
lose his balls. We only reaped two sets in the contest, as most were able to
do it.

There were many other events. A biggest load contest, biggest cock contest,
most cum in an hour and of course a best oral contest.

The oral contest was fun. As judges we each would have ten slaves go down on
us. The three winners would have an "eat" off, tasting Jill, the other female
judge and myself. By the time the tenth guy had finished I had lost count of
my orgasms and my poor little pussy was raw. The second slave was by far the
best of my ten. Jill picked a young blond slave and the other judge picked a
dark man with small beard. When the second round was done, I had cum three
more times and we all picked the blonde slave. The woman’s council, who made
up the rules, told us that this contest was a little different. A man who was
that good with his tongue, didn’t need balls. I was to take them off. Each man
was bent over a table and his balls exposed to me. I sliced almost all the way
around each scrotum, tied off the ducts and cords and snipped. The first man
was done as I finished the sack cut and his balls, sack and all fell into the
waiting bowl. Splat.. The second man, Jill’s blond, had a beautiful set. Jill
had drained each man, so his large cock hung limp with a pearl drop of cum on
the tip. It would be his last drop. His big balls followed the last set and
made a satisfying plop as it hit the bowl. By the time the last set fell, the
place had fallen into an orgy mode. Women were fingering themselves, many were
riding slaves and a few were being orally satisfied. I saw the slave who won
the biggest cock contest splitting an 85-pound mistress. Her little cunt was
expanded beyond belief.

In this one night I had cut more balls than in my entire time as a cutter.
About eighty sets or one hundred and sixty balls.

Jill and I stayed the night, we helped take care of the wounds on the nutted
slaves. On Sunday, late morning, we drove back to San Francisco. We found
Fisherman’s Wharf, and went to the Bubba-Bump Shrimp Company Restaurant. Jill
had sward fish steak and I had a pile of Cajun shrimp.

I UPS’d a large plastic jar of preserved and tagged scrotums back home. Each
would be tanned and shipped to the woman who bought them at the auction. I was
paid well and I was given a nice big set of severed balls for my collection.

Respectfully submitted

Thecia

  

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