My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. I’m an engineer by trade but cutting is my passion.

Over the years I’ve had women offer to pay for the privilege of slicing off a set of ripe balls. I would never do it for the fear that infection or some other complication would cause a legal problem for me.

Through my mentor, Digger, I met a woman called Angela, it seems she had been gang raped by her live-in boyfriend and some of his friends. Her own prescription for therapy was to cut a mans nuts off.

While I wouldn’t allow that on my watch, so to speak, I did have an answer.

I heard of a group that practiced just this type of therapy. Thorough another underground cutter in Chicago I found the group. They were headquartered in, of all places, Des Moines IA. Their practice is to capture and transport rapists and child molesters to their underground compound and use their balls to help others cope with bad experiences.

I made arrangements for Angela and me to visit. Their fee was $5,000.00 and for that the client would get to torture and cut off a set of deserving balls. Angela understood that if she couldn’t bring herself to do the cutting, it would be done for her and no money would be refunded. She would also be allowed to view any other procedures going on at the same time.

The facility was in the basement of an ambulance garage. The ambulttes were used for transport of the victims. Police rarely stop and ambulette and even if they did there would be nothing suspicious about a heavily drugged patient.

We were met by a woman called Nancy, who was obviously in charge. Angela gave Nancy the stack of postal money orders totaling $5000. and we were escorted to the basement. There were four “work rooms” and two of them were occupied. One woman had dropped 10 big ones to have an exploding ball contest. Using wooden carpenter clamps she was taking a half of a turn at a time on two balls. One attach to a big black man and the other hanging from a slight white man. With each turn the respective ball would get flatter, they were both about a half inch thick but not ruptured. Each mans right nut was untouched. The men were screaming in pain and each had passed out at least once already. When a man passed out the game would stop and the man would be revived. The men were told that the winner would keep his balls. On the next turn of the screw the white guy’s ball exploded. It popped like a balloon but with a deeper sound. The man passed out. The woman turned to the black man, gently released the almost flat ball and caressed it with soothing oil. She said to the man, “do you remember the promise, that when you win you will keep your balls? Well, I lied.” With that she raised a 20 oz. hammer and brought it down on the tortured ball. It exploded like the other one, but with much more force.

This was beginning to be fun, when the hammer crushed the doomed ball. I had an orgasm, I think Angela did too.

The woman held the black man’s nutsack and drew a straight razor across the neck of it. Both the good ball and the pureed one came off in her hand. She pulled the still round one out by its cords and tossed the rest into a garbage can that was provided there. She did the same with the white guy’s manhood. We watched as she wrapped dental floss tightly around the base of each penis. When they began to turn blue she drew the razor across each shaft and they now belonged to her.

We now met Angela’s subject. He was a large man of mid –eastern origin. The man was strapped to a gurney and naked. We learned that he was a child molester. His balls were impressive, nice big ones. I could tell that by her look that Angela would enjoy this. She caressed his limp dick until it rose and hardened before us. She said, “Do you like this, pig?” He nodded in assent. She expertly worked his now large cock until pre-cum began to seep out of the tip. Angela said, “Oh! Big man, you’re going to cum for me!” With that the first drop came out followed by a shooting ribbon. She bent it upward and it shot into his face, the next few ribbons fell on his chest and stomach. An impressive load, from a doomed set of balls. She scooped up the spent spunk and wiped it from her hands onto his face.

Angela’s torture device of choice was a small set of nail clippers.

She told the man, “A set of balls like this hurt me once, this pair will never hurt anyone again.”

With the little clippers she began to take tiny bites of ball and scrotal material. Each nip was about half the size of a pencil eraser. When the entire bottom of his nut sack was gone along with about half of the nuts, she tired of the game and attacked his no longer hard cock. There was so much blood that I thought the guy was going to bleed to death. She allowed me to stem some of the blood and went back to her work. In the end we just cut the whole bloody mess from his body.

We watched two more nuttings. In one room the woman just walked in, grabbed the guy’s ball sack and sliced them off with one stroke. She then turned her back and walked out. The woman in the second room kicked the man’s nuts to a pulp and then just cut them off. It was a fun day.

We were told the castrated men would be transported to a far away city and abandoned in the inner city.

On the way back to the airport we stopped at a steakhouse called “The Cattleman” for dinner. I had an “Iowa Beef” porterhouse steak and Angela had sirloin tips with gravy. I guess nutting makes both of us hungry.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia