My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old engineer with a side avocation of nutting men. Some who need it and some who just want it. I’ve been a castratix for years now and I’ve hacked off more balls than I can remember.

I write my adventures, some real and some totally fictional, for an archive called Eunuch Archive. With Yule tide coming I decided to look up some of my holiday stories. I came across one written by another author called “Classy Bitch.” The name of the story was “Thecia’s Claws.” I emailed her and we hit it off at once. Her real name is Kim, we spoke on the phone many times since then. As it happened my company had assigned me to a job in her city, an engineering job, not a cutting job, of course. We agreed to meet for dinner at a restaurant in a local mall.

The steak house was very good for a mall eatery, we talked as we ate. She did a little ball cutting herself, but mostly she wrote about it.

As we ate our prime ribs we noticed a sidewalk Santa outside the picture window. During a lull in the foot traffic on the sidewalk we saw him reach in the pot and pocket a handful of bills.

Despite our seemingly evil ways, we found that we both had pretty high morals. We were both incensed by this “stealing from the needy” thing.

We looked at each other and an unspoken conspiracy was formed. We argued over the bill, but since I was the invitee, she allowed me to pay. As we paid the bill I asked the waitress how late the Santa was on the sidewalk. She told us that he left exactly at eleven when most of the mall closed. Kim and I shopped for the next two hours but we were sure to be in front of the restaurant at ten of eleven.

Kim was just a little shorter than me and she had a wonderful figure to go along with her very stunning face. She boldly walked up to “Santa”, stated how cold it was and began a conversation. She learned that he was divorced and lived alone about three miles from here. Succumbing to her wiles he asked her if she wanted to go for a drink after his shift. She agreed and he told her that he would have to go home and change.

I didn’t have any of my equipment including my taser or my cutting kit. Kim did have a sap…that would have to do.

I followed as they entered his two room apartment. She took her coat off and he offered her a drink. He had a single bottle of scotch in his cupboard. He poured and set his glass down to go and change. At that moment when his back was to her she brought the sap down on his neck. He hit the floor like a ton of bricks. Kim opened the door as my signal and I entered.

As I didn’t have the parachute cord in my kit we used sheets to tie him, face up, to the metal framed bed.

He finally woke and found himself tied and gagged, he tried to fight free but it was futile. I told him that we had seen him steel money from the alms pot and that he would be punished. I told him that the proper punishment was to lose a hand, however I didn’t know how to do that, so I reverted to what I do know. I looked him in the eye and told him, “You’re going to lose your balls.” If his eyes could speak they would have screamed bloody murder.

We searched the apartment and found a fish fillet knife along with two food jars in the recycle bin. One was an empty pickle jar and the other was an empty vegetable jar.

Using the fillet knife I cut the remains of his Santa suit off. At this point I mentioned to Kim, “my usual partner Jill would get the guy off to show him what he would be missing.” “Do you want to do the honors?" She found a pair of latex gloves, covered them in olive oil and began to work his now hardening cock. He had a pretty nice package, maybe a seven inch cock and a good sized set of balls. His cock had a very long helmet, different than most, it would be a shame to make it a useless pee wick, but I would do it.

I sliced open the side of his sack, he screamed through the improvised gag so badly that I had to put a pillow over his face to tone him down. I held it there until I got the other side open and both nuts out in the fresh air. Using household thread, I tied off the ducts and vessels before the cut. I took a break as kin expertly worked his big dick.

Kim looked up and said, “He’s ready.” I pulled both nuts as far as their cords would let them go, he began to shoot. Kim pointed his big helmet toward his face and the first stream actually passed completely over his head onto the headboard. The second stream hit him square in the face. As the second stream was in mid air the super sharp fillet knife sheared through first his left and then his right cords. The big balls fell into my hand. All this time he was screaming into the gag. As they always do, the thick cum streams turned pink and then red from the blood. I used household thread to sew up his nut sack, some doctor would get to it later.

I know the punishment was very severe for the crime, but what the hell, It’s what I do and it was fun.

We hand no preservative, so we put one ball in each of the jars we found and temporally pickled them in his twelve year old scotch. I would replace it with formaldehyde later. Kim and I each took one testicle as a souvenir. I took the stolen money too.

We cleaned up and drove to a diner for a late night snack. Even though we had just had dinner we were hungry. De-balling men always makes me hungry.

On the way out of the dinner I found a sidewalk Santa and dropped the money into the pot.

Respectfully submitted

Thecia

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