My name is Thecia I’m a thirty one year old female cutter. I make my living as an engineer, however, de-balling men is my avocation and my passion. I’ve cut north of 150 sets of balls in my time. Honestly I have lost count. While balls are pretty important to men they are not important to me at all. They are just balls to cut. For those who have asked, I’m 5’7” with light brown hair, small perky boobs and I weigh 120 pounds. Guys tell me that I have a great ass.

I guy I’ll call UPS Bob came to me through my friend and agent “Digger” He wanted his balls gone. For some reason he hated his nuts. I provide a service, I don’t judge or pick and choose who gets his balls hacked off.

He was scheduled to meet me in Mexico on the fifteenth of the month. A full week before I called him to confirm. He returned my call to tell me to cancel, the procedure would not be necessary. I had three other nuttings to do that w/end so I wasn’t too put off.

The next morning in the “Police Blotter” section of the local paper I read that an unnamed man was dropped off at the local emergency room with severe bleeding. On a whim I called my friend Marga who is an ER Nurse at the hospital. She confirmed that it was a middle aged man who had been castrated. She was, of course, not allowed to mention his name but she did anyway. It was UPS Bob.

I didn’t think much of it, except I didn’t know of any other cutters in town, especially one who was so sloppy that a bleeder would have to be dropped at an ER.

A few days later Marga called me again. It seems that there was another one, this would be the third one in as many weeks. None would give any details nor would they make a police complaint.

As I had a personal relationship with Bob I went to his home to see him. When I spoke with him he began to cry. I asked him who cut him and through his tears he murmured, “The Church Lady.” The only other thing else I could get out of him was, “The catholic church on the corner.”

I’m not Catholic but I found my way to the church and asked a woman there to be placed on the newsletter list.

In the next month two more nutted men were found at local emergency rooms. In the newsletters one name began to stand out. Rose ……. Organized the fund raiser, Rose…… hosted the Bingo, Rose……. Edited the news letter. Rose also held some self help group meetings. I went to one of these meetings.

There would be a general round table discussion and Rose would speak privately with some of the group members.

When the meeting broke up I noticed one man sit in a waiting room while the others left. I found my way into an ante room where I could see into the main room through a louver.

Soon the man walked in followed by Rose. In an authoritative voice she said, “Strip and get on the table." The man obeyed and climbed onto the conference table. She inspected his package as though it were poison. She obviously hated the whole male existence. She taped his big dick to his stomach and proceeded to do the worst castration I had ever seen. Rose cut the center of his sack, the most painful place to cut. Both balls were pulled out of the slit and small woodworking clamps were used to tie off the ducts and vessels. She cut them off with poultry shears. The whole area was bleeding despite the clamps. She then diapered him and helped him into a car for the trip to the ER. I followed and she dropped him about 100 feet short of the ER where there wear no cameras. I fully expected a police stake-out but it was not to be.

I had to go away for a week to take care of some of my own cutting. I traveled to Mexico to, ironically de-ball a pedophile priest. Who wanted to be cured of his “sinful ways.” I could do that alright, permanently

The priest’s name was Father Vince, we met on Friday morning at my clinic room, fifteen miles into Mexico, near the Texas town of Eagle Pass. Again I had to deal with crying as he told me that the devil had possessed his “Genitals” and I “must” help him.

When I got him on the table I was amazed. I am a cutter and an engineer but I’m also a heterosexual woman in the prime of my sexual life. His package was beautiful. He had a dick that a porn star would kill for and nice big low hanging balls. I thought to myself, “What a waste. “ I began to stroke his massive cock, he protested but I lied and told him it was medically necessary. I felt it grow under my attention. It must have been nine inches and as thick as a rolling pin. I gave him a ”local” needle just above the neck of his sack and waited till it took effect. When he was numb, I slit both sides of his big sack and popped each ball out into the open air. I tied off each cord (most people think this is a little cord, it’s a mass of muscle, ducts and vessels, almost as big as the testicle itself ) I went back to stroking his member. I saw his balls pull up on their cords and he began to cum. I carefully snipped each nut even as he was shooting a massive load. The spunk shot a good three feet into the air. The white cum turned pink as it shot, the blood from the cutting turned it that color. I must admit that I waited on purpose just to see that happen, I love it when the last load is interrupted by castration. For some reason it turns me on, I was actually very wet at the time.

I carefully placed his just severed balls in a formaldehyde filled peanut butter jar. I looked at that big dick and actually felt bad that it would never pleasure anyone. After sewing him up and installing a drain tube I helped him to the inn across the street from the clinic. I did another castration that day and a third the following day. $9000.00 for two days work, not too shabby. On the forth day I made my way back to Texas.

The man I had seen in the church made the papers, again, it was just a story about a “Bleeding man. “

I cut men who want to be cut. This woman hated men and their equipment, she picked on weak men in a time of great stress. She was able to simply talk them out of their balls. It was morally wrong and I felt that her methods would kill someone sooner or later.

I had a visit from two detectives that week. A few years ago I had a brush with the law, which is why I only cut in Mexico now. I told them, truthfully, that I had not touched any of the “ER” men. But I didn’t like the sudden interest in my avocation.

I got into the ante room and managed to place a Nanny Cam in the louver. For the next three scheduled meetings I watched the room with no activity. On the night of the fourth scheduled meeting the elusive Rose appeared with a little man in tow. She admonished him about his “filthy” sexual yearnings and his “Filthy“ equipment. She told him she would cleanse him of these”Filthy” desires. (She loved the word filthy). Unlike the priest this guy had a tiny dick and little grape sized balls.

I watched in horror as she butchered his balls as she had the last man. I planned to get the tape to the police. That would put an end to these horrors and get the suspicion off of me.

I shook my head as I watched her attach her ersatz clamps and begin to snip his balls off. The first one fell into her ungloved hand without too much bleeding, however, the second one bled like a stuck pig. He bled so badly that I turned off the camera and ran into the church. I had the forethought to grab a package of dental floss from my glove compartment.

I pushed her out of the way and used the dental floss to tie off the bleeding vessels. It worked, the bleeding stopped. I tied off the other nut in the same way.

When Rose realized that she almost killed a man all she could say was. “Oh God, Oh God.” I washed my hands (I had not had time to scrub and glove up either.”

I left her standing there with the poor man.

I later learned that she drove him to the hospital and unlike the other times the police were waiting for her. I didn’t need my recording after all.

I stopped on the way home at Martin’s bar and had a corned beef on rye. Even when someone else castrates, I get hungry.

Respectfully submitted.

Thecia