My name is Thecia. I ‘m a 31 year old cutter, a castratrix and a good one. I’ve nutted over a hundred men it the years that I’ve been doing it.

I’m an engineer but my passion is de-balling men. Mostly they volunteer but sometimes they just need to be nutted.

My friend and agent, Digger, called me with a strange one. A Middle Eastern man wanted to have one ball removed and replaced with a silicone one. When I met the man I asked why have one removed. He replied that he had done a bad thing and this was his penance. I told him that I wouldn’t reduce my fee for just one and I would implant the second one at no additional charge. He seemed happy with that. Digger had checked him out and he was a mechanic at a local chain automotive store and had been so for over 20 years.

When the day arrived he showed up at the clinic in Mexico right on time. There was another mid eastern man with him, the man said he was to drive Amed home after the operation. I didn’t thank anything of it, Many times guys would bring someone to drive them home afterward.

He gave me the artificial ball a week before, I inspected it and found it to be a perfect replacement for the one I was to cut out. I noticed a dark spot in it but I didn’t give it a thought at the time.

I prepped him, opened his sack, popped out the chosen ball (his right one), tied off the cords to it and snipped it off. I kept it in a peanut butter jar as a trophy, it would look nice in my collection.

When I implanted the replacement nut I smiled as it now had two tiny spots imbedded in it. They hadn’t realized that I was also an engineer and former military. The black dot turned out to be a detonator with a tiny radio device. It took a while for me to figure it out. Airports had begun to use hi-tech screening devices and/or physical searches with genital contact. His ball was made with C-4 and would pass either kind of search. He intended to blow up an airplane. So I added another exact cloned detonation system.

His operation went smoothly and he stayed one day at the inn across from the clinic. His friend drove him home.

Several hours later I drove back through Eagle Pass TX. I stopped for lunch as I usually did (I had a tuna melt with raw onion.)

The waitress told me of the strangest accident. A car had just crossed the border when it exploded. The two occupants were killed. One of the cops who frequents the diner told her that the explosion seemed to have gone off between the passenger’s legs.

I again smiled to myself as I thought, “I’ve been called a ball buster, but now I really am.”

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia