My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter.

I recently had a thing come together that I will chronicle here.

I had just arrived from Mexico where I castrated a rapist for a Mexican police chief. He fought, but in the end his big nuts were on the concrete floor.

I have a client/friend who is a mistress. Her name is Linda and she “owns” three male slaves. I de-balled two of them for her. A slight male named “Boy” and a heavier one named “Thing.” The third is an intact male named “Griffon.” Linda uses griffon to satisfy the needs of her friend Tracy and her own. She also has a fuck buddy and griffon is required to tongue clean up after their sex.

She came to me with a question, she wanted to know where she could get another nutted slave or a talented one to replace Griffon and I would then de-ball Griffon.

The following day, I was approached through Digger by a young man named Bobby, who had a fantasy about being a slave. He wanted to be “owned” by a strong woman, but left intact and allowed to leave whenever he was tired of the life. I explained to him that slaves usually don’t get to have rules. I also told him that I would see what I could do.

As fate would have it, Mistress Helga, was going to have her annual slave auction the following Saturday evening. Once a year there is a gathering of domes , most can afford a slave and want to own one. Many sell one or more of their slaves and often buy new ones, there is some trading going on too. It’s a gala event with a good dinner and some fun too.

I told Linda about Bobby and said that the fix was in. I would sell him and Linda would buy him.

We arrived early, the place was buzzing. I had Bobby in tow, held by a strong ball leash.

The dinner was wonderful, Mistress Helga had roasted several pigs along with a few huge beef roasts and a supurb lobster dish.

Afterward each slave was brought up to the selling platform. Each was displayed, their garments were removed to show their equipment or lack thereof. A nutted slave was sometimes worth more than an intact one, although one with a big package might also find himself in demand.

The first two were muscled and freshly nutted (I can tell they were cut recently, I’m a cutter.) They brought over two thousand bucks each. The third was a “Chip and Dale” type, adorned with an eight inch dick and balls as big as oranges. He brought thirty two hundred.

By the time it was Bobby’s turn ten slaves had been sold. I led Bobby up to the platform with his ball leash. His balls were not as impressive as the Chip and Dale guy, but still they were nice, his dick was maybe seven inches and rather thick. For some reason the intact men were always as hard as a rock when on display.

The bidding was fast, most of the women there were in on the fix, but not all. One petite blonde was very interested, she mumbled something about wearing out his erection. . She offered two thousand as the first bid. Linda just bid up at the minimum twenty five dollar increments. At thirty one hundred the blonde dropped out, one older woman bid thirty three hundred, but the bid went to Linda at thirty three twenty five.

When Linda led him away, he acted as though she should smile and greet him, instead she jerked him off of his feet with the leash, the pull was so hard I thought his nuts were going to rip off right then and there.

The following week I took the time to visit Linda. Griffon answered the door and showed me in. As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on my butt. I could tell that he wasn’t nutted. One day I would slice his balls off, I knew it and he knew it.

When I came up to Bobby he greeted me as though it was before the sale, Linda kicked him hard in the balls, “You speak when spoken to!” He fell to the ground holding his gonads.

He stopped sobbing and I asked him how he liked slave life. He told me that it was as expected and he hoped he could last a while. I said, “Oh, you will, you will.”

Linda had him sit on the dog beds with the other three slaves. Griffon now had his toga removed and I could see why she kept his balls, he had a huge package.

Linda sat in her private living room and we discussed the slaves. She said that she was planning to have Griffon cut and use the new one for pleasure, but he was becoming a pain in the butt. I nodded in understanding. I asked her if she had used him yet, she said that she and Tracy had both had him service them, and that while he was very good he wasn’t up to Griffon’s talent.

We walked back into the room and without comment she picked up Bobby leash and jerked him to his feet. He screamed in pain but followed sheepishly.

We led him to the second bedroom and strapped him to the bed. Only when I picked up my bag did his look of fantasy turn to a look of fear.

I carefully removed his ball leash and told him that he wouldn’t be needing it anymore. At this point he still believed it was part of the fantasy, there was a little doubt in his eyes but not much.

The look changed again when the scalpel came out of the bag. He began to plead, “No, no, please, that’s not part of the deal. Not my balls, please, not my balls.”

Linda and I both laughed and I told him, “there is no deal, slaves don’t have deals.”

As I brought the blade to bear, he began to scream. Linda squeezed his balls and told him to shut up. The more he screamed the more she squeezed, until he fell back sobbing. She forced a ball gag in his mouth and duct taped it in place.

I’m usually in a happy mood when I’m lopping a nice set of balls off, but this time I felt a tinge of remorse. The poor guy had tears in his eyes as I sliced open his nutsack. I popped the first nut out of its little home, tied off the cords and snipped it. He was sobbing through his gag now, I still felt bad, but I harvested the second ball in the same way. I picked his now severed baby makers up by their cords and held them up for him to see. I told him that a nutted slave was actually worth more than an intact one. That statement didn’t seem to cheer him up much. He would spend a lot of time between Linda’s legs with his tongue deep in her and around her clit.

His big nuts went into a peanut butter jar full of formaldehyde to be displayed on her mantle along with those of Thing and Boy.

On the way home I stopped at Mario’s and had two slices of sausage and onion pizza along with a coke. Nutting, for some reason, always makes me hungry.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia