Thecia's Baker

My name is Thecia, and I’m a 30 year old female “cutter”.

I received an e-mail from a guy in the Midwest. He had an unusual request. At least unusual for me. Not only did he want to be cut; he wanted a woman to eat his balls. His name was Harry, and except for this request, he seemed very normal.

I told him that such a thing would be expensive, his reply was “Money is not a problem.” I mentioned it to my friend Jill, just in conversation. She liked the Idea, she said that for enough money she would do it. She went on to say that if these people on the TV show survivor could eat goats eyes, worms and stuff, how bad would a couple of balls be.

I e-mailed back and forth with Harry, the baker, for several months. He wouldn’t give me his real name and address unless I called him. When I bought my next untraceable cel phone I called him. He certainly sounded sincere. I gave his information to my mentor, Digger, for a check out. Digger has a tattoo parlor near Dallas and he knows how to find out anything about anybody.

Harry came back clean. He worked at a bakery in Peoria, IL. He was divorced, with two kids that he never saw. I gave him a price of $6000. , but at that price he had to travel to Mexico. He was adamant in his refusal to go to Mexico and insisted that it had to be near Peoria. This raised my paranoia level quite a bit. In my Business one cannot be too careful.

I told him that if he wanted it in the US it would cost him $8000. I knew that at least a thousand of that would go toward more investigation.

In the end, we agreed to meet him in the Ragon Motel, near Creve Coeur, IL. He would sign in and be in the room.

Good to his word, Harry was in the room at the appointed time. We brought my usual bag of tricks, plus a Fry Daddy. Jill intended to bread and deep fry Harry’s nuts. We agreed to split the $8000. less expenses.

Harry handed me a brown paper bag full of one hundred-dollar bills.

We all calmly shared a bottle of wine and talked about the coming event, as though it happened every day.

Jill is a five foot eight inch goddess, she has the tightest tummy and beautiful enhanced 38-D boobs. She also knows how to get a guy in the mood. We intended to drain him one last time. I know it’s not professional for a cutter to do this, but I’m just a little kinky, In my experience, so many of the men who want to be cut have huge balls. Harry was no exception. In fact his whole package belonged in a porn movie. Jill and I were both duly impressed. While I washed and shaved his nut sack, Jill worked his raging hard-on. She gently caressed it, just to keep it rock hard, but not enough to make it spew. I could see the little pearl drops of pre cum appear on the tip of his ample cock.

Even before I finished shaving him, Jill went down on him. In less than five seconds he began to pump ropes of thick white cum out of his big rod. Spurt after spurt, Jill tried to swallow but it was just too much. It ran all over her chin and even in her golden hair. More than she bargained for.

We used my nylon clothesline to tie him to the steel bed frame, to prevent him from lurching while a scalpel was touching him. I hefted his heavy balls with professional interest; they were certainly an impressive set. I had already covered the sac with bededine lotion and taped his cock to his stomach, when I pulled his balls to one side for the first slice in his sack. His scrotum slit easily, the super sharp scalpel doing its job. I popped his left nut out into my gloved hand and tied the cords. Before I sliced, I slit the other side and slipped his left ball out in to the open air for tying.

Just then, Harry interrupted, “one more cum? Please!” I looked at Jill, and we silently agreed to it. I submitted to my own kinky side and after pulling the tape off, I slipped his thick cock into my waiting mouth. I love to taste the last load from a set that is about to be cut. Again, I’m a little kinky that way. It didn’t take long for him to start pulsing. His ball sack tightened up as though there were still balls in it. When he came, it was not the huge load that Jill had tried to swallow, but still substantial. I almost came right then and there, but I knew that I could wait.

I snipped each ball in turn. They fell into my hand as they always do. Within seconds of his last load, Harry was nutted.

Jill was ready, I had to laugh, she looked like Martha Stewart, she had an apron, a cutting board, a sharp knife, flour, bread crumbs, eggs and so on.

She carefully used her knife to remove the cords from Harry’s balls, and then she sliced through the tough outer membrane and removed it. She proceeded to roll each nut in egg and the flour/bread crumb mixture. All this time Harry watched, mesmerized. She had turned on the Fry Daddy and the oil was all but boiling. She dropped each ball in the super hot grease. The grease foamed and made a lot of noise. She let them cook for a few minutes and strained them out of the oil. I asked her how she knew how long to cook them; she told me that she just cooked them like any organ meat.

They actually did look appetizing. Like little popcorn shrimp or something. She went over and stood in front of Harry, after all this is what he’s paying for. She licked the ball, let him sniff it and then popped it in her mouth. She opened her mouth for him and let him see her teeth crush the breaded orb. By this time I had my hand in my jeans and I came violently.

When we started this procedure, I had no intention of touching his balls after I finished cutting him. But, without thinking I asked Jill if I could have the other one. She quietly handed it to me. As she had done, I passed it under Harry’s nose and popped it in my mouth. I mimicked her and opened my mouth as my strong white teeth crushed Harry’s last remaining ball. Today, I can’t remember what it tasted like, but I know it was wonderful. In fact I touched myself again and came again. Jill later told me that she had done the same. What a rush.

We stayed with Harry for two days, to make sure he healed ok. Then we got into the rental car and began our trip back to Texas.

As Jill counted her portion of the money she said, “I could get used to this.” Harry the baker is back in Peoria, baking, only without his balls.