My name is Thecia, I’m an engineer and a castratrix. I prefer the later. The word castratrix defines me, it’s what I do. I remove unwanted or undeserved balls from male human bodies. I’m 31 years old, I weigh 122 pounds, I’m 5’7” and guys tell me I’m cute. I’ve nutted well over a hundred men in the seven years that I’ve been removing balls.

Despite what the stories say, due to a close brush with the law, I only cut in Mexico now. I rent a procedure room in a clinic about fifteen miles from the Texas town of Eagle Pass.

My friend and agent “Digger” called me with a strange client. He asked me to meet him at his tattoo parlor. When I got there I learned that a wealthy client wanted her husband de-balled. It seems that he frequents prostitutes. That annoyed her but not as much as him taking their teenage son with him. Through his phone records we found that he called a madam in a nearby city and she would hook him up with whatever he wanted.

The wife and client, Pennae, wanted the gene pool to end there. She wanted both her husband and their son nutted. She offered $25,000 a ball. The job would net $100,000.00 bucks plus expenses, not bad for a days work.

They were well to do and the hookers he hired started at $1,000.00. Greg (the soon to be eunuch) had a secret apartment in the city. It was not difficult to bug it with mikes and tiny nanny cams. Not only would this document this for the client but it would be good tape for the almost certain divorce.

Saturday night came and Greg and his son arrived at exactly seven PM. The hooker had been paid for a threesome and expected it. She knocked and was let in by the son. She knew Greg but not his son. She smiled and said, “Let’s get started.” They all had a drink, even the underage boy. She got her top and bra off as the men were undressing.. When Greg got his dick out she dropped to her knees and began to suck it. Greg’s cock was around 6” about average. The son dropped his boxers and one of the biggest dicks I ever say fell out. When the girl saw it she yelled, “OH, MY GOD” I actually felt myself gasp at the site of it. She looked at Greg and said, “I want another five hundred bucks if you want me to do that.” Without a word he peeled off five one hundred dollar bills and gave them to her.

I watched as they used every hole on that poor girl. They even did a double penetration with her. The son in her pussy and the father in her asshole. I remember thinking to my self that that looked very gay to me. I could see their balls bump into each other with every stroke. Greg’s package looked like a toy next to his son’s massive pole and tennis ball sized balls. The hooker kneeled as each man unloaded his ball full of sperm in her waiting mouth. She was earning her money, she showed the cum in her mouth and even gargled with it before swallowing it down.

Greg was obviously done but the son was already hard again. He drove his huge pole deep into her, he must have reached her womb, it was so deep. Again and again he drove that dick in and his balls made an audible slapping sound as they slammed into her ass. The woman deftly reached around and pulled gently down on his balls..That did it he shot instantly. When he finally pulled out a small river of cum ran out. They were powerful balls, but they would soon be mine.

The following weekend Greg ordered two girls. We of course had his phone bugged. When the two women entered the building they were met by my cohort, Jill, who herself was dressed like a hooker, told them that there was a vice sting going on in the building and they should make themselves scarce. As planned Jill and I answered the call. I’m 31 years old and in pretty good shape, but next to Jill I look like a boy. She is the kind of woman who stops traffic just by being there. We knocked on the door and both men seemed to be happy with the selection.

We all sat with a drink for a minute and Jill began to undress. When her very large and near perfect boobs popped out both men were mesmerized. That was the moment that I hit Greg with the sap, he fell like a ton of bricks. I hit the kid with a glancing blow and he staggered but recovered. I hit him again and it was la la land. We quickly tied each of them to the two beds in the room. We ball gagged and blindfolded both of them. Of course they had seen our faces but I didn’t want them to study us.

I opened my kit to begin, but Jill said, “Hey, T these guys paid for it, I guess we should take care of them.” Before I could protest Jill had Greg’s dick in her mouth. Greg came to just about then, despite the mouth around his dick he started to bitch.,”You crazy fucking bitch, you hit me.” When he finally came, he shot a modest load into her mouth. She swished it around and swallowed it. She turned her attention to the kid. His flaccid cock almost reached his knee. I thought to my self, “This kid could never wear shorts, his dick would hang out.” Jill was expertly working it, in seconds it was hard as a rock. She could only get the head and an inch or two in her mouth. He was awake now, Jill took his dick out of her mouth and said, “I have to try that thing on for size.” She straddled him, his dick looked like an oversized sausage. Jill was wet but it still took a minute or so just to get the head in.. She worked it in an inch at a time until the entire pole was imbedded inside her. She slid up and down on it, her juices were running down the shaft. He bucked against his restraints when he came. She held it all the way inside her as he shot his big load of thick rich cum. When she climbed off the sperm ran out of her like a small stream, it ran down his cock and covered the balls that it had come from. Jill had to balance herself as she said, “Holy Crap, I came four times.’” His now limp cock was on his stomach, it reached almost to his belly button. Jill suggested that I take a ride on it. I said, “You used it up.” She said, “Not to worry, he’s a kid. Watch this.” A few hand movements and he was hardening again. I’m not a size queen but I was curious. I’m built a little small “Down there” anyway, so it was difficult working that monster in at all. When I finally got the first inch or so in I had the feeling that there was no more stretch left, this thing was going to split me in half. I worked it in a tiny bit on each stroke. Without warning I came, just like that, I almost never cum using a cock. I’m a tongue woman. This thing was just so big that it put pressure on my clit without touching it. It was almost all the way in when the damn thing hit bottom….It hurt like hell. I continued working it but I knew not to take it all. I came again and again, this thing was wonderful. Finally I felt him tighten up and start pumping that thick sperm deep into my womb. I could actually feel it flooding my plumbing. As I lifted off of him the white glazing ran out of me, a stream of the stuff. His whole pelvic area was covered in it. While I was riding the horse cock, Jill had sucked off Greg again.

We used towels as wash clothes to clean both males off. The rest was just simple castration. No big deal to me, perhaps it was a big deal the Greg and his son, not that I care.

We had four formaldehyde filled specially made round jars, two had green food dye and two had red food dye, we also had one peanut butter jar. I opened Greg’s sack, tied off the cords and had his severed nuts in my hand in seconds. When I started on the kid I couldn’t help but admire his huge set and the big sack that encased them. I usually don’t take a sack but this one, once tanned and stretched, would make a great travel underwear bag for me. I carefully cut around the huge sack, leaving just enough skin to cover the wound. Scrotum skin is much tougher than most people think, you have to work a scalpel through it.. I washed the sack in alcohol and put it in the formaldehyde filled peanut butter jar.

The two huge nuts hung in the open air for the first time ever. I almost felt bad, destroying the balls that had given me so much pleasure just a few minutes ago. These were more like bull nuts than human nuts. I tied them off and carefully detached the left one, placing it in a red globe. The kid was still screaming into his gag as I hacked off the right one and put it in a green globe. That huge prick would never make a woman cum again and he was effectively out of the gene pool.

I took the sack to Mexico where my friend Maria tanned it, stretched it out and sewed the edges for a draw string. When I travel now, my thongs and bras ride in style. A much better use for the sack than holding some guys balls.

The four globe jars went to Pennae. She hung them on her Christmas tree with a light behind each opaque sphere. They were beautiful, just the thing to brighten a Christmas tree.

After the nutting, Jull and I drove back to Bowling Green, presented the severed nuts to Pennae and went to an all night diner for a snack. Nutting always makes me hungry.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia

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