My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. My career is that of an engineer, but in my avocation I remove balls, usually for willing clients.

My friend Donna is an author with a home in VA and one in TX. Last month her beloved golden retriever, Alex was dog-napped from her home in VA.

As it happened I was there for a visit and tried to help her with her grief. I thought of my own loving dog, Ginger and how I would feel. A local cop told her that they suspected a dog fighting ring was operating in the county. They didn’t know where but he said that they would steal large breed local dogs and toss them in with the pit bulls to be killed and build the confidence of the fighting dogs. The whole idea enraged me enough that I offered to help rid the world of these sub human people.

I called my friend Dr. Pann who said that she would send investigators. She is usually only interested in the welfare of women, but she owed me many favors and put her resources behind my quest.

In short order I got the report, there was indeed a large estate that supported dog fighting. It was owned by a famous athlete and the dogs were trained and fought there as well as up and down the east coast.

The athlete and his girlfriend lived on the estate along with a caretaker who was also the kennel master. Five other men were involved in the venture. Every Friday night the seven men had a meeting at the estate. Several cases of beer would be delivered for the meeting.

My consorts, Jill and Beth met me to plan our actions. We left Donna out of it as the situation was way over her head.

We purchased four cases of the same brand of beer. Jill secured a hand bottle capper and we proceeded to spike all the beer with some of Digger’s knock-out potion.

As the driver left the restaurant supply house, Jill distracted him with her perfect 38 double D’s. Like most men he was mesmerized by the overly exposed cleavage. While this conversation was going on, Beth and I switched the beer.

The house was near the road and we could hear the seven men talking loudly and laughing. Within an hour they were all passed out in the screened in pool house.

There was no sign of the girlfriend so we proceeded carefully. All seven men were spread eagled and tied to prominent and sturdy objects (pool ladder, etc.)

Beth is a ball bitter and I cautioned her to refrain from the practice here.

We sliced the clothing off of each man and admired some of the huge packages there. This would be fun.

While we waited for the drug to wear off we went to the barn that was converted to a dog kennel. There must have been ten dogs, each meaner than the next. There was a dog controlling hoop there and we brought each dog out one at a time and using a razor I sliced the balls off of each dog. Their fighting days were over.

When we returned to the pool most of the men were astir. Some were enraged by their restraints. Little did they know what was in store for them.

We began with the little one that they called Alex, I fondled his balls. Not a huge set, about average. I told him that he would cum for the last time so he would remember what he would be missing. Then I saw the fear in his eyes for the first time. With my velvet glove I began to play with his hardening dick. It didn’t take long and he was spurting thick globs of cum. These men didn’t deserve a humane castration. Using a pair of electrician’s diagonal cutters (ironically called dykes in the trade) I snipped his cords, right through his sack. When he screamed I kicked him in the head. I tore open the fresh holes in the side of his sack and popped each ball out. I tossed them in the box that had contained the beer bottles.

Jill was tit fucking one man with her near perfect boobs and Beth was working on another, his name was George. Beth was sucking him off and alternately mouthing his big nuts.

Jill’s guy came and big streams shot through the air. I brought my cutters to bear and his nuts fell into the box with the first set.

Jill started on her second man as I turned to check on Beth. Then I saw that tell tale look in her eyes, before I could get to her I saw her sharp white teeth crush his left ball. I could here it pop even over his screams. Before I could yell for her to stop, his second nut was just so much ball guts in her mouth. She didn’t stop there, she turned and tore the scrotum right off of him. Truly a bloody mess. Beth had taken her top off so her mouth and boobs were covered in smashed balls and blood. I almost felt bad for George, until I remembered what he had done with those innocent dogs. As he screamed and sobbed, I looked him in the eye and said, “That’s for a loving dog named Alex.”

Jill had her next guy shooting thick cum by now and the cutters went back to work.

We nutted six of them, Beth even bit another set off in her rage. Then it was the Athlete’s time. Jill had milked him, there was a large amount of jizz on his cock and balls.

I snipped little pieces of his nutsack until his big balls hung out in the air. Then I began to snip tiny pieces of his nuts off, each piece the size of a grain of rice. Each time he passed out we would splash ice water on him and begin anew.

In the end we had four severed sets, two chewed sets and one destroyed set. We took all the gonad material and tossed it to the hungry dogs.

We left them tied there, we had found enough evidence for the police to convict them so we left that on the coffee table..

On the way back to Donna’s we stopped at Big Bob’s Bar-B-Q Donna and Beth had ribs while I had pulled pork. There is nothing like a good meal after a nutting.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia

This story is dedicated to Beth, who is no longer with us.