My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old “Cutter.” I do my job well and I like it. In my day job I’m an engineer.

Olivia, one of the slave owners that I work for on occasion called me through “Digger’ for some advice.

She belonged to a small group of women who called themselves, “The Repair Committee.”

Each was a mistress and each “owned” several slaves and each woman “owned” at least one nutted slave.

Every hard core Mistress loves degrading men in every way that they can, these women were no different.

I was invited to a meeting in a fashionable home in Fort Worth. I learned that every one there was obsessed with deballing men. I like to do it, but I get paid to cut and it’s almost always willing men.

I learned that this alliance had already castrated three men. The last one almost died from the botched procedure, hence the reason for my summons.

The first man was entering a club in Dallas known for giving “happy endings” to its clients. Laila, one of the women, was provocatively dressed and approached the guy with an elated “Hi!” He bit, she told him that she was going to a party and needed a date. She had him drive to a brand new house in Grapevine, TX not too far from Dallas. The house was actually a new model home and one of the women had stolen the keys. They entered and five women, each with a drink in her hand, greeted them. The man took the drink that was offered and was soon groggy from the drugs it contained.

Laila took him to a bedroom and told him that it was his lucky day. As Laila undressed him she marveled at her luck in finding such a hung guy. He had a great dick and huge balls. She sucked him off until great gobs of thick rich cum filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop and smiled. Laila stepped aside for Olivia who used her talented lips to get him hard again. The five women used him until there wasn’t a drop of cum left in his depleted balls.

When the last of the women, Karen, had finished with him, Laila using a serrated kitchen knife, crudely pulled his scrotum down as far as it would go and sliced his whole nutsack off. Just before the knife did its work, he partially awoke and realized that his balls were about to go. He strained for all of his worth but the duct tape bindings held. Now it was too late, he saw rather then felt his balls leave his body.

The women put the severed orbs and their sack in alcohol. They then drove him to the Mercy Hospital and dropped him in the parking lot. A call to the hospital got him the attention he needed.

Their second victim was leaving a bar in Irving, TX when Carolyn literally bumped into him. She dropped her purse and the man helped her pick it up. From that point it was easy. They used the same gambit, the party, and he gladly took the first (drugged) drink that was offered to him. He had a much smaller package and one of the women even suggested that they “throw him back.” But that didn’t happen. The women reversed order so a different woman got the fresh meat and others got sloppy seconds. His small nuts were hacked off in the same way and also put in alcohol.

The third one was the problem. Laila was to be the bait for the second time. The man was leaving a Wal-Mart in Grand Prairie, TX when she feigned car trouble. He was about 6’ 3” and a muscled 250 lbs. When the car started she asked him to a “party.” He said that he had to get back to his wife and kids and couldn’t go. She pleaded, saying that she would make it up to him. Her hand on his leg convinced him. Outside the house she unzipped his Levi’s, popped an Altoid into her mouth and slipped her lips over his huge dick. When he shot his big load she lost count at the seventh rope like spurt. She thought, “This one’s a keeper.” Later inside the party each woman used this huge dick until he was completely drained.

It was to be Karen’s turn to make a steer out of a bull. Without hesitation, she drew the sharp knife across the neck of his ball sack. It didn’t go completely through and she had to saw it off. She was shaking and when the warm sack full of big balls fell into her hands she fumbled and the nuts fell out of the sack, rolled down his leg, across the sheets and made a soft “thump” sound as each hit the hardwood floor. At the same moment they all noticed that blood was not just seeping as in the last two men but spurting out. They forced a towel into the wound and raced him to another hospital. They later learned that he almost didn’t make it.

What they wanted from me was knowledge. They wanted me to teach them how to nut a man successfully.

My first advice was to toss the alcohol and use formaldehyde. The Severed nuts would rot in alcohol but they would last forever in formaldehyde.

I also told them to geographically spread their hobby out, they already had the Dallas police in a tizzy over the bloody crime spree.

I agreed to do the next cutting for them. We drove to Abilene, TX, much further away but still too close in my opinion. I put on my brassy blonde wig, too much make up, a severe push-up bra and a pair of “fuck me” high heels. We went to a pick-up bar called the Midnight Rodeo. Laila and I walked in and were hit on by cowboys from every side. There were too many witnesses so we left and returned at closing time.

A good looking, albeit drunk, 25 year guy bought us a drink and sat next to me. Within five minutes we left with him in tow. We promised him a threesome with both of us.

It was only a three minute drive to the Best Western Motel where we had already rented a room and paid cash. We promised him a threesome and in the end he got five women. The guy was in heaven, at least for a little while. He greedily drank the offered cocktail with Digger’s potion in it.

Despite being drugged and drunk, he managed to pump out four good loads. I lay in the bed, he pulled my thong off and went down on me, at the same time Laila slid under his balls and began to blow him. The other three women slipped into the room and began to caress him. By the time we were finished he had had his dick wet in five women and had four completed blow jobs. He was exhausted. His talented tongue had made me cum three or four times.

He showed alarm as we duct taped his wrists to the bed frame, but we assured him that it was all in fun. We taped his legs and kept a piece of tape to put across his mouth later. Karen straddled his face and lowered her (just fucked) pussy down, as she did it she said, “Work out, cowboy.”

He almost didn’t notice us shaving his pubic hair. I taped his now spent dick to his stomach. I massaged his nice balls and he didn’t make a move until the scalpel cut into the side of his ball sack. He tried to scream but Karen pressed her dripping pussy against his mouth. His right hand somehow escaped from the binding and he punched Karen in the shoulder, knocking her off of the bed. As he flailed with his free hand I grabbed his balls and squeezed for all I was worth. That stopped him and he calmly allowed us to re-tape his wrist.

I showed the women how to slit the sack and tie off the cords and ducts there. I popped each ball out of the sack and deftly snipped the cord bundle. The first warm ball fell into my hand and the cowboy fainted. The second one followed and each woman took turns ooing and awing the now dead nuts. I taught the women how to sew the wounds and finish the job.

I did two more cuttings with them until I thought they could safely do it on their own.

The group has cut over 20 sets so far and intends to do many more.

The following morning we drove back to Dallas. The five of us stopped at the Iron Skillet Restaurant in Weatherford TX, three of us had short ribs of beef (the daily special) and the rest had the other special, English style fish and chips. We shared several pitchers of iced tea. I explained to the girls how, in my experience, deballing makes you very hungry.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia