My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old engineer with an odd vocation. You see, I castrate men

About sixty percent of my clients are gay men. One of these men, a guy called Marlo called me with a problem. It seems that his sister is married to a sex addict. He asked if I would meet with his sister Joann to see if I could help her.

I met Joann at her suburban house and we had tea as she explained the situation. She told me the story, both from the point of the private detective she had hired and her own experience with her husband Frank.

Frank would wake up at five AM and without waking her, he would work astroglide onto his dick and fuck her from behind. She would wake from the pounding. After his shower he would come back in with a raging hard-on and want more sex. She would suck him off in deference to her reddened and swollen vagina. She told me that her vagina had looked like a war zone for years.

He would leave for work and stop off on Merrill Avenue where he was welcomed into a house by an obvious girlfriend. (The detective didn’t know if she was paid or not.)

Frank got to work at around eight thirty where he seemed productive. The detective managed to get a nanny cam into his private office and found that he had sex at least once or twice a day with his pretty young secretary.

Several times a week during his lunch hour Frank would drive to an industrial district, pick up a prostitute and get a blow job.

On his arrival home he would have sex with Joann before dinner and then again two or three times at night. In the morning the cycle would start all over again.

She explained to me that she didn’t want a divorce but she also didn’t want any diseases nor did she want him to gat any, especially AIDS, she was terrified of Aids.

Her brother had told her of my specialty and I knew the suggestion she was fishing for. I thought it was the right thing myself. I didn’t believe that therapy would work in this case.

When I said, “what exactly do you want me to do?’ She said, “I’ll give you three thousand dollars for each of his lopped off balls.”

It sounded good to me.

Joann did not want to be involved in the “trap” so I asked her how I should go about getting him where I want him. She said,

”just wave pussy at him, he’ll do anything.”

I had my friend Jill “bump into him” each day as he went out to lunch. She is hard to miss. She has perfect enhanced boobs and a body that most movie stars would envy. On the third day he hit on her. She brushed aside his advance but with a smile.

Two days later she agreed to have lunch with him.

The following week she had him come to her apartment (an extended stay rental for executives) there was to be not second “date.” I had warned her about his many partners and told her that if she wanted to jerk him off that was OK, but no oral or vaginal sex.

I hid in the flat and they came in around 12:20. She undressed and helped him get out of his pants. He was hung pretty good and had a very healthy pair of balls. I’ve read that ball size has nothing to do with stamina, but my experience says different. Big balls make for big and repeated loads. I knew that from the reports this would be his forth load of the day.

I wanted him spent before we made our move. Jill lay on the bed and before she could move he had his mouth and tongue on her clit. I’ll admit he was good with his tongue, she came at least four times before he came up for air.

He climbed up as though to drive his big dick into her open and soaked pussy, she rolled him slightly and said, “I want to play first.” He was flat on his back with his pole pointed toward the ceiling as she began to work him. She lubed her hands and he seemed to be in heaven. In a very short time his rock hard dick erupted into a fountain I was in awe, he must have spewed six or seven thick ropes of cum and three or four more little spurts.

When the last drop fell, I jumped out of the closet and hit him with the taser. It only took moments to tie him to the bed frame.

He had no idea what we were doing. He said, “There’s six hundred dollars in my wallet, please just take it and go.” I told him that I didn’t want his money, I wanted his balls. He didn’t know what to make of that, but when he saw my surgical kit, he turned white.

He yelled, “Look, I’ve got more, I’ve got ten thousand bucks in my slush fund at work, just let me go and it’s yours.”

I quietly held his oversized balls in my hand and told him that I was sorry but, these are mine.

His eight inch dick was hard as a steel pole again and Jill said, “I’ll take care of this.” She spread more lube on her hands as she went to work. Even as she jerked him I opened his sack and popped his big nuts out into the open air. First I tied them off to minimize the bleeding then I rolled them in my gloved fingers I soon felt his muscled cords begin to tighten up. He was cumming. The first spurt was like a volcano catching Jill full in the face. By the second shot I had his nuts cut loose. My scalpel went through the muscle, cords and ducts like a hot knife through butter. The second huge spurt of sperm fell onto the same, now severed balls that it had come from. Even with his balls gone he continued to spurt five or six more times. The once snow white sperm was now shooting with a pink color from the blood.

I again apologized to him and said it had to be done.

We tended to him until he was well enough to go home. We helped him to bed in his home and I gave Joann the preserved set in the peanut butter jar. She had already paid me, so we were even. Joann has since told me that her “equipment” is back to normal with no more swelling or sore internal spots.

Jill and I went to Tina’s diner where I had a Cajun chicken wrap and Jill had a tuna salad on rye. De-balling men always makes me hungry.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia