My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 ear old female engineer, I work for a consulting company in Dallas and travel world wide for my job. I’m also an underground cutter. I remove testicles, mostly for willing clients but sometimes to rid the world of men who don’t deserve to have nuts.

One east coast refinery that I visit has a safety engineer called Walter. Walter is a good guy but kind of a “Casper Milquetoast.” Walter’s wife was the other end of the spectrum, she had the body of a Las Vegas showgirl, and a great outgoing personality. The “girls” in the office used to joke that slight little Walter must be hung like a horse to get her. They seemed to be a very happy couple.

I had spent a month in Houston and returned to the East Coast refinery only to find Walter a changed man. His quiet friendly manner had been replaced with silence. He rarely spoke and then only when he had to.

One day I caught up to him as he was walking to his car. I took him aside and bluntly asked him what was up. He was reluctant to talk but when I pressed him he broke into tears. It seems that his friend, Gus, a refinery foreman had “taken” his wife Misty.

Gus had come to their house for dinner and they all had a little too much wine. Later in the pool they had found themselves skinny dipping. To make a long story shorter, Walter fell asleep and woke to find Gus driving a huge cock deep into Misty. When Walter protested, Gus knocked him out with a single backhand blow. When Misty protested, Gus presented his oversized dick to Misty’s mouth and said, “Suck it or I’ll kill him.”

This had gone on now for almost a month. They were afraid to do anything and I think Misty half enjoyed it. Gus enjoyed the situation and I hated him for it.

I knew what a horn dog Gus was and I knew I could get him alone, but he knew my face. I had Jill fly up from TX to do the “bait work” and put him where I wanted him.

Jill with her innate beauty and enhanced boobs had no trouble engaging him in conversation and subsequently getting him to room 120 in the local Hampton Inn. She poured him a drink that was laced with Diggers potion and began to undress. Before he got one hand on her near perfect boob the knockout drops kicked in and he simply fell asleep. I had really grown to hate this guy and wanted to make it slow and painful.

I brought a barbeque from my house (the company’s house really) and tied it to the closet hinge so it couldn’t move. It had a spit that turned a 3/4 inch square rod at about one revolution per three minutes. I wrapped heavy monofilament fishing line around it and turned the electric spit on.

Leaving about three inches of slack, I tied the other end around Gus’s big balls with a choking knot.

I wore a loose white lab coat and a mask while Jill just wore a smile. We used household ammonia to wake him and let him realize the position he was in. His beg dick was a nine inch meat pole standing straight up. Jill began to stroke it and I said, what are you doing?” Her answer was, “I want him to know what he’s going to be missing.”

At first she stroked him, but that soon became a blow job with her talented tongue rimming his helmet, licking the underside of his big shaft and probing the tiny hole on the tip. His dick was purple and throbbing when she turned her attention to his oversized and as yet undamaged balls. Jill is and always will be a size queen, she couldn’t help herself.

He looked at the spit and asked, unsurely, if we were really going to do this. Another inch of line was wrapped around the spit. I even felt a little sorry for this 6’4” 240 pound soon to be a eunuch Adonis.

As the line tightened another turn his big balls moved slightly toward the spit. Jill impaled herself on that monster and worked him that much more. His balls pulled tighter and a tiny line of blood began to show on his nutsack. He was screaming through the ball gag now, he was in real pain. Jill was relentless as she sucked in earnest now. Bobbing furiously she worked his soon to be useless cock.

Even as he screamed his big dick began to pulse, huge ropes of thick rich cum cascaded into Jill’s waiting mouth.

He was still cumming when the fine line cut through his sack and one ball cord, his left nut was off and the right one hung on for almost a minute more. With the final pop the elastic fishing line pulled the now severed nuts across the room where they hit the wall with a loud plop.

Jill put her face over his and slowly let the full load of sperm drop onto his face.

I used a soldering iron to stop the bleeding and we left him there. On the way to the airport I used a disposable cell phone to call 911 for him.

On the way to Newark Airport we stopped at a polish restaurant for begos and stuffed peppers, we washed it down with a good Polish tap beer.. Nutting always makes me hungry.

Jill made her flight and I went home to bed. Walter and Misty seemed to be OK in the ensuing months. Gus continued to work at the refinery after that, but he spoke to no one.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia