My name is Thecia, I’m an engineer and I am an underground cutter on the side. I’ve nutted well over 100 men in the seven or so years that I’ve been doing this.

My sister Janet and I don’t see much of each other. She is married and lives in a distant city with her husband Steve and her two kids. She has no idea that I am a castratrix.

Janet called me, speaking through tears she said that she couldn’t take it anymore and she was afraid that Steve would kill her if she tried to leave him.

I was at her side the next morning. I learned that he was abusive and had been for a long time. The second time she caught him cheating he hit her so hard that he knocked her out. She honestly believed it when he said that he would never do it again. On some nights he would come home from work after midnight even though he worked a 9-5 job. He would want sex and if she refused he would rape her anally.

On my advice she told him that she had a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday and she wouldn’t be there when he got home. On that day she left him a prepared drink as she did each evening. I had spiked the drink with Diggers magic potion, a very effective little knock out drug. She actually did go to the doctor, again on my advice, so she would have an alibi.

I wore a brassy blonde wig and my friend and helper Jill wore a black wig. We both wore surgical masks.

We found him in a stupor on the living room floor. I tore the shower curtain from the ground floor bath room, I didn’t want to ruin Janet’s rugs with the bastard’s blood.

Jill In her normal sensitive manner said, “Let’s see what kind of dick your sister has been getting.”

She removed his pants and underwear to reveal a rather large dick and a respectable set of balls. Even though he was in a stupor we tied him to unmovable things in the room.

I normally open both sides of the scrotum and carefully tie off each nut, this time I just sliced his nutsack down the center. I still tied them off well as I didn’t want him dead, just nutless.

Jill said that she wanted to, “See what he’s got.” as she began to work his now hardening dick. Despite the pain of the open wound on his nutsack, he rose to the occasion. She worked his big dick, mostly with her hands, but with a little head now and then. When his exposed balls tried to pull back into their sack, just prior to him shooting Jill pointed his thick rod toward his face and in her words, “let it rip.” The first spurt shot right over his head onto the unprotected part of the rug. For a fleeting moment I thought of leaving his balls intact and telling her to divorce him. Despite those thoughts when the second cum rocket shot, I already had his severed balls in my hand. The second shot hit him square in the face and the third landed on his chest, it had a tint of pink in it from his blood. There were a couple of more weak spurts and his last output was over.

Because he might recognize my voice, I had Jill do all the talking. She told him that if he ever hurt Janet again we would be back for his dick.

Before we began the long drive home, Jill and I stopped at a roadside barbeque where Jill had a pulled pork sandwich and I had a half rack of ribs. Nutting a man always makes me hungry.

On my next trip to Mexico I had his large nuts sundried, the process shrinks them to the size of peas. We encased his once verile balls in an acrylic pendant. Janet now wears the pendant on a gold chain around her neck. She has never again mentioned the incident, but I guess she now knows what I do as an avocation.

Steve never hurt her again and after a year he moved on. She divorced him, is now remarried and happy as a clam. Her new husband has no idea what is inside the pendant.