My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old castratrix. I’ve cut more balls than I can count and I get a thrill every time a man’s baby makers fall into my hands. I’m also a full time engineer, but that’s not as much fun as nutting men.

I live in Dallas but I spend half of my year in the northeast. Most of my work is in the oil business.

A mistress in the Midwest, her name was Ginger, referred a guy named Chris to me. Chris was a slave master in a small city in Ohio. He had a male slave that he wanted me to cut. After Digger checked him out we made an appointment. We were to meet them in Mexico on the following Thursday afternoon.

I had a quick gay cutting Thursday morning and that went without a hitch. His boyfriend sucked him off one last time and I cut his nuts off, simple.

Chris sent his slave with an escort early in the day and I got to talk with him. The slave, Gordon, had quite a different story than Chris had told me. He became a slave on a lark and a fantasy, just to see what the lifestyle was like. Chris took him seriously and truly enslaved him. He made it clear that he didn’t want to be de-balled, but he was so afraid of Chris that he couldn’t get out of it. Chris beat the small man at every chance and he had the scars to prove it. I never liked men with male slaves, it seemed to be an excuse for being gay while denying ones gayness.

At three PM on the dot, Chris arrived. He had a bag with some equipment in it, he explained that it was “milking” equipment.

I had already changed my plans. I gave each man a glass of lemonade that I had spiked with some of Digger’s secret drugs. It would take about 45 minutes for them to take effect.

I had already shaved Gordon’s nutsack and disinfected it. He was ready. Chris said that it was time to milk Gordon.

He ran the electric prostate probe into the slave’s butt hole and turned the dial on the little machine. His big cock became semi-erect and almost at once cum began to run out. Not cum like a regular guy, with pressure spurts, but a low pressure continuous stream. When he turned the machine off the cup has 15 ML of thick cum. I thought he was finished when he again turned on the machine and another stream began to run. Another 13 ML ran out, he had filled the glass just short of an ounce. The third milking brought forth 10 more ML. I was in awe, this was more cum than I had ever seen a man produce. When he finished there was 59 ML, almost exactly two ounces. The last little stream was made up of a few drops that looked like tiny creamed rice. He said that his balls ached a lot. They were big balls, for a slight guy he had a really nice package.

Then as if to confirm my suspicions, Chris drank the entire glass full of spunk. I looked at him like this was strange, in response, he said, “I’m gonna eat his balls too.” accompanied by an evil laugh.

I could see both men getting groggy so I stalled a little arranging my instruments. In less than a minute Chris felt dizzy, sat down and passed out. Gordon was still awake but unsteady. I switched the men, putting Gordon on the chair and Chris on the table.

While Gordon had an impressive package, Chris had a floppy little dick and grape sized balls. I sliced open his little sac, tied off his cords and snipped his little nuts off, I was aroused when the orbs fell into my hands. The pain must have awakened him, he panicked and yelled, “What the fuck are you doing?”

I said, “Your master there told me about you two roll playing and that you were really the slave, so we did what you wanted.” I held his severed little balls up in front of his face, he almost screamed, “MY BALLS! MY BALLS! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

As I swung his severed balls from my fingers, I said, “OOPS, did I make a mistake?” “Sorry.”

I hadn’t sewn him up yet and he was still bleeding. I told him to lie still or it could be bad.

I left him in the little inn near the clinic to recover and went back to the states. Gordon went back to Ohio with his balls intact. The severed balls are preserved in my locker at the clinic.

I stopped in Eagle Pass TX for a fast food spicy chicken sandwich. De-balling always makes me hungry.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia