My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground “Cutter.” I’ve been de-balling men for over seven years now that equates to over 100 sets of balls.

Usually I’m paid well to nut a man, but sometimes it’s a fun thing. This one was a public service as far as I’m concerned. It’s all the same to me as long as the baby makers end up dead in my hand.

I am an engineer and I do consultant work in refineries. One Thursday morning last summer I was driving to work when a pick up truck parked on the side of the road pulled out into traffic without care. He forced a woman to jam on her brakes and nearly have an accident. The truck had a surf shop sticker on the rear window. I forgot the incident until the following week when the same truck passed me on the shoulder at break neck speed. It all just pissed me off.

Several weeks later I went to a local restaurant where the same pick up was parked outside. The man who owned it was well over six feet and weighed maybe 280. He was loud and arrogant, with a bulling streak.

Then and there, on a whim, I decided to do a public service and de-ball this jerk. I had my friend Jill fly in from Texas (I was in NJ at the time) to be bait. It was a role she had played many times before.

We found him at the same place and followed him from there to a bar where he sat by himself drinking and hitting on the women there. Most rejected him out of hand. Jill, of course, smiled and in short time he was at her side offering to buy her a drink. She told him she was in NJ for a seminar and she was staying at a motel on nearby route 1. It only took a half hour or so before she got him to the motel room.

She entered the room with him, turned and dropped her blouse and bra exposing her near perfect enhanced breasts. With that she said, “Let’s see what ja got, big boy.” He grabbed her and kissed her passionately, he then dropped his pants, his proportionate (very large) sized dick jumped to attention.. Jill dropped her hand to caress it at the same moment that the twin needles of my taser hit him. The big man dropped to the floor convulsing in pain. It only took us moments to restrain him. We used nylon straps and backed them up with plastic riot restraints.

I wore a surgical mask to protect my identity, Jill would be back in Texas and far away from him, but I had to stay in the area.

We prepped him and I began the first slice into his scrotum. He looked at me and threatened, as they always do before they begin to beg. He then asked me, “Why are you doing this.” I told him that I had a whim and his balls were “it.”

Jill as was her wont, asked me if he could, “make this thing erupt.” I knew she wanted to show him what he would never have again, so I nodded accent and asked her to hold off until I got them out into the open air. I made the final slice and popped both of his big nuts out of their sack. .I put clamps on the cords but I was careful not to crush them so that his last cum could flow freely..

Jill didn’t play music but she sure knew her way around an upright organ. She caressed it and worked it with both her fingers and her mouth. It took a very long time for him to cum, I guess because of the pain. When he did cum he caught her by surprise. Instead of pointing the big thing away from her face it shot directly into her left eye. Jill caught most of the ample load in her hand and began to play with it. He was still having after spurts when I snipped the cords. The big nuts fell into my hand.

I held them up by their cords and swung them in front of his face. Maybe he would fit into society now. Jill showed him the huge load that still lay in the palm of hand. She said, “Nice last load, sorry that there will never be another one.” With that statement she licked the load from her hand and swallowed it in front of him.

We left him there and went out to eat. There is a great Cajon restaurant on Rte 35 not far from the motel. I had Crawfish Etouffee and Jill had a half a rack of ribs. Nutting always makes me hungry. During the meal I glanced several times into my purse at the big nuts floating in the peanut butter jar. They made me smile. The things I’ll do on a whim amaze me sometimes.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia