My name is Thecia

I’m a 31 year old engineer with an odd avocation, I’m an underground cutter. I de-ball men as a side job. It pays well and keeps me off the streets. I’ve nutted well over 100 men, mostly with their permission. I’ve done a few rapists and molesters for the good of the world. I live in Dallas but travel a lot. I’m 5’, 7” tall and weigh about 120 pounds. I have a normal figure and small perky breasts. I only add this as so many have asked.

In Dallas as in most places, local butcher shops have been swallowed up by bigger and bigger super markets. One of the last butcher’s s in Dallas is Larry’s market (I changed the name for this story) on the north side. Sometimes on the few days that I’m forced to work in the Dallas office I’ll stop at Larry’s to pick up some prime meat. Larry is around sixty years old and a bit overweight while his assistant, Josh, is around forty and much thinner.

One evening my friend and sort of agent, Digger called me. He asked me if I knew where Larry’s shop was and if I had been there. I answered yes to both questions and asked him what was up. He told me that he had heard from his underground friends (he hears everything in his tattoo shop) that Josh was molesting young boys. I couldn’t believe it, I knew that his wife had died and he had two sons. He was just not the type.

Digger did some more investigation and learned that one of Josh’s sons was not his and was illegally adopted.

It took us months to piece together the puzzle. The boy had appeared several years earlier, no one knew where he came from. Far worse than that, he was being traded for sex. Josh belonged to an unofficial man/boy group. They traded children for sex on a regular basis. My first thought was to call the police, but he might just get off with a good lawyer. I had a unique talent for permanently treating these people and I felt that I should use it.

The only other person of this group that we could positively identify was a dentist named Ralph. We learned that they played golf together and met at the shop on Thursday evenings. I enlisted my friend Jill to help, I told her that this was a pro bono job, but worth it.

The shop closed at six and true to our intelligence, Ralph showed up about five minutes after closing. Larry had gone home and Josh was in the back stuffing sausage. There was a cold room behind him and an overhead hoist for moving the sides of meat.

We walked in the back door with Jill and her cleavage leading. She said, “I’m sorry, I know I’m late, but I had a flat and couldn’t get here before closing. “ Josh almost got a word out when the twin tasers hit both men. We bound and blindfolded them and used the hoist to hang their bound hands on meat hooks.

The rest was easy. I cut their pants and underwear off exposing the men’s equipment. Ralph had a standard 5 or so incher with normal balls, but Josh was swinging a sausage much like the one he was stuffing and a pair of low hanging lemon sized gonads. I gave them a lecture about my feelings on pedophilia and why I was “Fixing” the situation. They were not happy.

I carefully nutted Ralph in my normal way, I slit open his sack, tied off the cords, snipped each ball and sewed up the now empty sack. He screamed through out the procedure, but except for Jill and I there was no one to hear. I began to open a peanut butter jar to preserve the fresh nuts when I had an idea. There was a large bowl of diced meat and the little grinder/sausage stuffer still attached to a half filled sausage. I dropped the little balls into the mix and turned on the grinder. The ground meat pulsed into the sausage casing…yum..ball sausage. Josh had passed out.

I turned to Josh and saw terror as bad as I’d ever seen it in his eyes. My evil side came forth, I tied his legs to another meat hook, putting him into a folded position. His arms and legs were touching on the hoist hook and his big low hangers were a good four inches below his butt. I threw some more meat into the grinder and turned it back on. The hoist made a slight whirring sound as I lowered him over the grinder. I watched in awe as the meshed screws of the grinder grabbed his sack and then one ball after the other. It drew him down until his ass hit the lip of the tool and the rest of his scrotum ripped off. He too passed out, but we made a little more ball sausage. I stemmed the bleeding and rolled the hooks and men away from the grinder. We left them hanging there, I would later see that the police got the evidence of the molesting.

We drove to Bubba’s Barbeque where I had a pulled pork sandwich and Jill had an order of ribs. We washed it down with mugs of Bud Light. Nutting always makes me hungry.

The police soon arrested the two men along with several others. They learned that Josh’s boy had been kidnapped from Morgan City LA several years earlier. He was finally returned to his frantic parents.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia