My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old female cutter. I make my living as an engineer, but on the side I’m a simple cutter.

I know of a few other female cutters, but I only really know two, Jill (not to be confused with my close friend Jill) in NY and Marrassa (her spelling) in Chicago. Jill is retired, but Marrissa works at least as much as I do. She’s slightly older than me and I think she’s a little harder looking. She has a great body and big brown eyes.

Marrissa called me and said that she was coming down to my neck of the woods. She had to cut three gay guys in Lake Charles LA. While it is close to Texas It’s not that close to Dallas. I had three nuttings scheduled for the same w/end and suggested we take them all to my clinic in Mexico and make a party out of it.

She agreed so I invited my friend Jill, Linda the mistress and Patty Johnson the biter. I knew the four of us would have a great time.

I told them all that we had to stockpile some cum as I had plans to use a bunch of it. Linda said that she would bring her only intact salve and we could milk him or even use him if we wanted to. She claimed that he shot huge load and had a big dick too. Marrissa was flying in and couldn’t bring any liquid with her. Jill and patty would extract a couple of loads from their boyfriends.

We met at the clinic room in Mexico that I rent just south of Eagle Pass TX. We all had rooms at the rustic inn across the street. I arranged for the ballroom (no pun intended)the following night. The three gay guys were excited about becoming permanent “bottoms”. The three I had to cut were a slave, a gay and a guy who just didn’t want to have balls. The slave’s mistress was there and there were two gay “escorts” for the gay guys.

We invited the mistress to the party and asked her to milk her slave for us. The gays were happy to donate as long as one of there owns did the honors. Marrissa brought her electric milking machine and we drove the prod in the ass of each man one after the other, exciting their prostates.. They pumped stream after stream of cum until there was no more. Each man fell prostrate wherever they could find a spot to lie down. In the end we had well over a pint of thick rich cum.

We sat up a production line. Jill and Linda would prep and shave the soon to be severed balls. I would slice the sack open, pop the nuts out and tie the cords. Marrissa would then snip them off and sew up the now empty sack. patty would put the balls into the jars of cognac preservative.

There was only one glitch, one gay was prepped for Marrissa and decided he didn’t want to go through with it. He tried to get up but Betty and the mistress grabbed him and in a second, Marrissa had both nuts in her hand and with one swoop hacked them off. Problem solved.

The following morning we met for our special brunch. The ballroom had a small kitchen, I guess for an outside caterer. Marissa and I blanched the nuts to remove the tough outer membrane, we trimmed the extra cords and sliced each ball into 1/3 inch thick slices. We used wondra flour, bread crumbs and some of the left over cum to bread them. Cum actually works better than egg for breading. Again I used bitters to temper the strong taste. My friend Lesli once said to me, “I know god is a man, ’cause if god was a woman, cum would taste like chocolate. “

I had brought shake and pour pancake mix from the supermarket in Eagle Pass. Each plastic jar is filled two thirds of the way with mix and you are to pour milk into it, shake well and pour it onto the hot griddle. Of course we used our stash of fresh cum in lieu of milk. I added a little bitters to kill the gamy taste. We also cooked some nice home fries with chopped onion.

A couple of the women actually giggled when they tasted the crisp, crunchy ball meat. The cum pancakes were the best griddle cakes of any kind that I’ve ever eaten.

By the end of the meal there was not an iota of ball meat or a crumb of pancake left. The only complaint was from Betty, she wanted to know why we didn’t claim the ball sacks and fry them like bacon. I had no answer for her, it sounded like a good idea.

We stayed a couple of days to make sure that the new eunuchs began to heal properly and then we all went our separate ways. I’m not a man hater but in some way I was glad that there were twelve less balls in the world.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia