My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old cutter. My day job is that of an engineer but my avocation is nutting men. I’ve lost count of the number of severed balls that have fallen lifeless into my hand.

Most of my work is cutting willing gays or guys who just want their baby makers gone, I occasionally cut a slave for a domme.

One such mistress, my friend Linda called me to do a mass de-balling. She and a few far western slave owners wanted to remove no less that 31 sets. All of these were from slaves or want to be slaves. Linda trusted me and knew I wouldn’t have any of them bleed out or get infections.

I arrived on Linda’s ranch about 10 AM on an early fall morning. The deed was to be done the following morning. They wanted me to cut all 31 in one day. I told them that it could be done but I needed a lot of help. The whole process takes about 30 minutes from prep to final suture. The only way we could do it in one day was for many of the women to lend a hand. A production line, some would shave the slave, and then he would be washed and placed on the table. I would cut the slaves sack, pop out his balls (one on each side) tie a ligature around each set of ducts and cords, snip the little buggers off and sew the wound. I would supervise a couple of the mistresses until they could do some of the sewing on their own.

The system worked very well. The first ten or so men were completely resigned to it and the balls began to fall one after the other. Each man was secured to the table and given a local for the operation, they were not gagged as the nutting was voluntary.

The eleventh man suddenly began to fight his bindings and said, “stop, don’t cut me, leave my balls be.” I glanced toward Amanda, one of the slave owners and without a word she popped a ball gag into the man’s mouth. He had a really nice set of low hangers and a very big erection. I watched his eyes fill with terror as the scalpel bit into his sack. All the men had been drained or milked before the procedure, but Amanda decided to jerk this guy off one more time. His cords must have been six or seven inches long, no wonder they hung low. The muscles in the cords (yes there are muscles there) began to tighten, his hard dick had already began to pre cum. His nuts were tied off when the first shot of thick cum shot straight up in the air. By the third spurt I had both big nuts severed and in my hand. As usually happens, the near pure white cum turned pink with the blood. I held his testicles over my head in triumph and the girls in the room began to cheer. Another mistress, Kathy, began to sew his big empty sack back together. I remember commenting to my self, “what a great change purse that huge sack would make.”

All went smoothly until there were only two men left. I heard a commotion in the next room. The next to the last patient was already secured to the table but was protesting. I finished the man I had just de-balled and went the see the problem. The man was screaming, “I’m an investigative reporter and I’m going to expose you people.” I called for Amanda who responded without being told with a ball gag. That shut him up but didn’t stop the struggle. The light bindings were near breaking so Linda went out to her pick up truck and returned with tie-down straps. They were 1-1/2 inch nylon straps, they would not part anytime soon.

He was squirming so much that I was afraid to cut him. I asked Amanda to drain him again, maybe that would calm him a little. I took the gag out for a minute and he began to scream, “You fucking cunt, I’m going to kill you when I’m out of here!””I’m a reporter for the NY Times, let me go.” I put the gag back and told him, “you might want to kill me, but trust me, you won’t have the balls to do it.” He continued to struggle but the ever resourceful Amanda forced his balls together in a twist grip and told him to stop. The pain made it work, he stopped fighting. His sack was pretty normal as was his 6” very hard cock. I opened his sack tied his cords, but I waited for him to cum before the snip. I am not proud of it but I wanted to see the white cum turn pink. He shot a huge load and as expected, when his nuts came off, the cum turned pink. I held his severed nuts to his face, his terror turned to sadness and he began to cry like a baby. I actually felt bad for him for all of two seconds. Then I touched myself through my jeans and came. The crotch of my jeans was actually wet with my own pussy juice.

The last man was a simple, prep, slice, snip and sew. No drama at all. There were now sixty two balls in two one gallon pickle jars. A nice day’s work.

Linda knows that I get hungry after I nut so she planed a pig roast. We had roasted pork, fresh grilled corn on the cob, Garlic shrimp, deep fried pig’s and sheep’s (Rocky Mountain Oysters) balls and enough sangria to float a small boat. It was a great day and evening.

Respectfully Submitted Thecia